The sky was rather dull on the early March morning. Not a ray of sunlight seemed to be able to escape the clouds that shrouded it so. Even the birds seemed to feel that something sorrowful was going on, for they didn’t sing at all that morning.

 

　　　　“I give you my condolences.” A feeble woman of about fifty-three grasped the hands of a red eyed blonde, and nodded her head in apology. “He was just too young.” She leaned forward, and kissed the forehead of the man in front of her. “He still had so much that he wanted to do.” She muttered, dropping the blonde’s hands and walking away. “So many things.” She whispered once more.

 

　　　　That only made the blonde cry once more. Sobs wracked his body, making him shake rather violently. He hated that everyone told him the same thing every time. They would apologize, and immediately after they would began to talk about the fact that the other boy was far too young to have went. He hated that they all sounded the same. Every time someone new would approach the blonde, it was as if they were happy. Happy that his fiancé had left the Earth entirely.

 

　　　　Just as another couple sauntered up to him, the blonde pushed himself up from his chair. He glared at them, and stormed passed. His eyes felt a mixture of pain and anger. He was hurt that he was left alone once again; that he could never get his beloved back from the sea of death that seemed to swallow him up. He was also angry that he was alone; that the one person that had promised to never leave him, had done just that.

 

　　　　“I hate you Kim Seokjin.” He whispered, voice cracking as he spoke. He wiped at his eyes, trying to make the salty water disappear. He hated when he cried. Crying always made him feel so vulnerable.

 

　　　　He rushed passed many people that were on their way to work. They’re so oblivious.He thought, gaze flicking from person to  person. They all look so happy, yet a death just occurred. How can they be so oblivious when another’s hurting? His thoughts made him feel sick. Looking at everyone around him made him understand that that was how he had lived his life. Just the thought that he was so oblivious, so blind to another person’s hurting disgusted him.

 

　　　　“Hey buddy, you okay?”

 

　　　　The blonde’s gaze stopped on the man that had spoken to him. He scrunched his eyebrows, and continued walking. He was not going to stop walking just because someone wanted to hear some gossip on the newest death. Now that, was one reason why he had liked that people were oblivious. If people could tell that someone was hurt because of a death, they would gossip it already the town.

 

　　　　He pushed through crowds of people, earning a couple glares as he did so. He only continued on his way, ignoring those that seemed to hate his behavior. If he had not ignored them, then he would never make it home. He just wanted to go home, and stay in his bed for the rest of his life. He knew that he could never do such a thing, but that was the only thing on his mind.

 

　　　　“Hey Yoongi. I’m really-” The doorman began, sending the blonde a sympathetic smile.

 

　　　　“Not now.” Yoongi whispered, shaking his head as he spoke. He pushed through the doors, and walked over to the elevator. With a swift click of the button, the doors opened, and he stepped inside. He inhaled shakily before pressing the third floor button. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stood there in silence, nothing making a sound besides his own sobbing. He hated that he would never get to stand next to Seokjin in an elevator again, he hated that he could never send the other man weird looks as he jokingly hopped up and down, and what he hated most of all, was that he would forever have to ride in silence, for he could never hear the other man’s voice again.

 

　　　　A small ding broke the silence as the doors opened, revealing the floor that always seemed so lively. “I guess being alone,” He began, voice only a hushed whisper. “I can finally see how everything truly was.”

 

　　　　He moved his feet, taking one small step at a time. He had never heard such silence in the building before, but it all made sense to him. Everything always seemed so loud and lively when Seokjin was around. The man had a knack for making any dark and dreary place seem better than it originally was. Now that he was gone, everything was just how it would have been, as if he never even arrived in the building.

               

　　　　Yoongi’s gaze flicked around the hallway as he tried to find any evidence that Seokjin had been there at all. Surely the man must have left something, for he always felt it necessary to leave a trinket everywhere he went, just so he could “mark his place in the giant book of life”.

 

　　　　The blonde searched the hallway entirely, growing more and more frantic as he could not see any item that would have shown any evidence that Seokjin had been there. He slowly began to cry as he picked up any object he could find. There still was nothing.

 

　　　　He leaned into the nearest wall, and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. His gaze was locked on the door just ahead of him, which just so happened to be his and Seokjin’s place of residence. He did not want to go in. He may have wanted to enter far before, but now he was just afraid too. He was afraid to enter the place where he and Seokjin had spent so much time at.

 

　　　　You’re going have to go in there sometime you fool. You might as well just do it now.He stood up, allowing his own  thoughts to make the decision for him. Why would he continue to sulk outside, when people would just judge him for it? It was society that made it awkward for people to cry anywhere near those that they don’t quite know.

 

　　　　“Oh Seokjin, I wish that you had never left. I miss you so much.” The blonde’s voice was hard, yet held a slightly soft tone to it. He pushed open his apartment door, and peered in. The living room was dark, for the curtains had not been pulled back to allow the dull light in. It was also rather messy, for some Yoongi’s friends had stayed with him the night before, just to make sure that he went to sleep alright.

 

　　　　He passed the mess, and left the curtains just as they were. He did not want to add any light in his life just yet, especially because his true light had just been taken from him.

 

　　　　He stopped just outside the kitchen, eyes peering over at the counter. The smallest of smiles made its way onto his lips. He had so many memories with Seokjin in that very kitchen. They would sit at the counter nearly every day, doing nothing besides talking, and sipping tea.

 

　　　　When they were not sipping tea, nor talking, then they would be baking. Seokjin had always loved sweets, so that’s what they would do once a week. Each boy would find the time, and help the other bake any treat that they had the ingredients for. Yoongi himself was not a very great baker, but Seokjin never complained. He never complained except one time.

 

　　　　“Yoongi! Get your in here!” Seokjin whined, eyes turning into slits as he glared at the younger boy. “You promised that we would bake today, so you come and help me.”

 

　　　　“Jinnie, I know I promised you, but-”

 

　　　　“Tsk. Tsk. No buts mister. You promised, and you’re keeping it.” He tied a pink apron around his waist, preparing himself for the baking ahead. He pulled open the fridge, and ever-so-carefully pulled out the carton of eggs, along with the carton of milk. He placed the two onto the counter, and peered back into the living room. His eyes brightened as he spotted Yoongi’s phone on the charger, and the other man nowhere to be seen. Whenever Yoongi disappeared like that, it meant that he himself was getting prepared as well.

 

　　　　The man opened the cupboards, and pulled out the ingredients he and Yoongi would need for the cupcakes that they were baking. They had baked cupcakes just the week before, but the two had agreed that cupcakes did sound quite appetizing.

 

　　　　“Hi Jinnie.” Yoongi greeted, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist. He planted a small kiss on the neck of the other, and giggled as he heard a small squeak.

 

　　　　“E-enough.” Seokjin stuttered, face becoming hot with embarrassment. He poured the box of cake mix into a mixing bowl, two eggs, and a cup of milk. He whisked everything together, eyes watching the batter closely, as if he was trying to make the small clumps of dry batter disappear on his own.

 

　　　　“You called me out here to help, but I’m not doing anything.” Yoongi teased. He gently took the whisk out of the other man’s hands –much to his protest- and began to mix the batter himself. He had always been placed on that job, just because they both knew that he could not do much of anything else. They had tried nearly everything, but he just couldn’t do it.

 

　　　　“You’re even lousy at mixing batter.” Seokjin complained. He motioned towards the clumps still in the batter. He reached a hand out, and took the mixing spoon from the latter. “I’m dating an untalented-”

 

　　　　“What did I do to get engaged to your ?” The blonde mumbled, voice dark. “Honestly, I could have gotten engaged to Hoseok. He said that he always liked me. As a best friend yes, but still.”

 

　　　　“No, I don’t think even Hoseok could handle an like you, but that just makes our love even better.” Seokjin leaned in, and pecked the blonde’s cheek. “I love you Yoongi. I always have, and always will.” He paused, seeming to be thinking his words through. “I especially love you even though you are an absolute when it comes to baking.”

 

　　　　The blonde’s gaze never left the counter, even as he took a seat at the table just across from it. He loved the memories that he had gained from that one small object. Just for a second his gaze flickered over to the empty sweet tray. With a small smile, he walked over to the counter, and pulled on the pink apron that had been worn by his beloved oh-so-many times.

 

　　　　“Just one more time. Just for you Jinnie.” He whispered, just as he pulled out the milk carton and egg carton. He was going to make cupcakes just one last time, just so he could prove himself worthy for his love. “You may not be here, but I’ll prove myself to you. I’ll prove that for all of those years that you have loved me, they were not wasted. That I am just as good as my beautiful Jinnie.”

 

　　　　He inhaled softly, as he began to make his own batter. This batter was different than the millions that everyone around the world had made. This batter was for someone so special, that he had been placed amongst the angels. “I hate that you left me, but I’m glad that you can no longer be around pain. I hope that when I die you will remember me, for I want to be able to bake with you in that big kitchen in heaven.”