A/n: First of all, I realised that I'm a terrible person and should probably die in a ditch. Honestly, I promised a friend a oneshot (maybe even a 2/3 shot) to be up by Saturday. However, it's been a week since then and it's already Thursday now. I feel like because I actually started working on it. I want to finish it by this Saturday but I don't know if it's even looked forward to anymore *silently cries*

Summary: Taehyung's death has taken place long ago but Yoongi doesn't want to admit it. That is, until he actually starts fading from his memory.

At 53, I look at my hands and softly smile as I remember how it used to feel when they were entwined with yours. I see the blue veins and my smile widens when I remember how your fingers used to brush over them lovingly. I turn them over and my smile falters as I remember how your bloodied arm looked like with my pale palm. My smile disappears when I realise I can no longer hold those nimble hands again. But you are not dead. You are very much alive because I still remember you.

At 67, I look at my hands and softly smile as I remember how you used to hold my hand. I see the blue veins and I remember how you used to caress them. I turn them over and my smile disappears as I remember how you held my hand in your bloodied one. But I am also frustrated. For, I don't remember the feeling of our hands interlocked, don't recall the warmth of your fingerpads, doubt whether our palms were touching in your l