Hey guys! I hope you've all been well! So far, the last chapter has had a positive reaction, which is always nice and I am thankful of!

I hope you're all prepared for this one. It's gonna be feels-y. Grab tissues.

I do not own MM.

I slid the zipper shut on my bag, gazing slowly into the corner of the room where Yoosung sat- curled up in a chair, his knees bundled against his chest, his face sullen, his eyes staring off at nothing at all. I lifted the bag onto the bed, taking soft steps towards him, kneeling next to the chair, looking up at him.

"Yoosung?" I spoke tenderly, his head turning towards me, almost surprised- as though he had completely forgotten where he was, "What's wrong?"

He sighed heavily, leaning his head onto his knees for a moment before lifting it again, his eyes gazing down at the floor.

"Well, I... I noticed something."

"What?"

He began nervously playing with the strings of his hoodie, nursing his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze afraid to meet mine.

"...V's gravesite is on the way of the bus ride back home..."

I froze, taking a moment to swallow hard- it felt like a brick had formed in my throat, my body growing cold as he finally looked into my eyes, his stare earnest and solemn.

"...Oh?" My voice was small, and he unfolded himself, kneeling down in front of me, pulling my hands into his.

"Can we go visit it?"

I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest, my hands shaking softly in his. He gave my hands a soft squeeze, his eyes bleary as he stared at me- this was something he really wanted. I took a shaky breath, closing my eyes for a moment, squeezing his hands in return as I tried to keep my composure.

"...Okay."

It was around the two hour mark that we got off the bus.

We walked along the stone path, opening the gate to the cemetery, the December air causing our breath to come out in soft clouds before our faces. I followed Yoosung as he silently walked through the isles, searching for V's gravestone. He turned, walking slowly down one long row, coming to a stop before a grey, marble headstone.

He knelt down before it, placing the rose he had picked up at the hot springs' gift shop before the stone, folding his hands back on his lap as he stared at the stone, his expression unreadable.

"V, I'm... So sorry I haven't visited," He spoke softly- I could tell that he was fighting back the need to cry, trying to be strong as he spoke, "I don't even know where to begin..." He balled his hands into fists, closing his eyes as he gathered his breath before continuing.

"I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I know everything now, and I'm so sorry... I'll be sorry forever," His lip quivered, his eyes glassing over as tears began to pool over, streaming down his cheeks, his voice breaking as he spoke, "And you'll never even know."

"I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. I'm going to carry your memory on my shoulders forever, until I die- I won't allow myself to forget it," He brought a hand to his heart, his fingertips quivering as he clutched his shirt, "But I'm not going to do what I did when I thought Rika had died. I'm going to work hard this time- I'm going to do everything I can that would have made you proud."

His shoulders were heaving as he cried uncontrollably, his small gasps the only sound around us aside from the breeze whipping through the air.

"So please, V," He reached out gently, placing his fingers on V's name carved into the stone, "I hope you can forgive me," He leaned his forehead against it, his sobs breaking out of his throat as he wept, "Please, please, forgive me, V..."

My body was shaking as I watched him, afraid to move- it felt like my blood had frozen inside of me, and it had nothing to do with the cold air around us. I sucked in a sharp breath, closing my eyes tightly before stepping towards him, kneeling close to his side, wrapping my arms around his frame, rubbing his back slowly.

I looked up at the gravestone, at the curvasive etching of his name, Jihyun Kim, sitting before me, piercing through my heart. I pulled Yoosung closer, looking down at his quivering form before turning back to the stone, letting out a slow breath.

"...V, It's me."

Yoosung's head shot up as I spoke, his eyes wide. I didn't look at him, afraid I wouldn't be able to do this if I did- I kept my eyes on the stone, forcing back any anxieties and fears in my depths so I could press on.

"I know that... I did this to you. I don't deserve to ask for your forgiveness," My breath hitched as I spoke, my eyes growing glassy, "I don't think I deserve to be here with Yoosung... But, I'm sorry. I was deceived- I believed so many things about you that weren't true whatsoever, and I'm so sorry."

I bit my lip as tears welled up in my eyes, the gravity of what I was doing beginning to overcome me. Yoosung noticed this, nuzzling his face into my chest, squeezing his arms around my waist. I laid a hand on his back, focusing on his warmth to keep me grounded, using it as strength to continue.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you, and this... This is so, so, selfish of me, but..." I looked down at Yoosung, his purple eyes staring up at me through his tears, "There's a small part of me that doesn't regret it."

I slid my hand into Yoosung's hair, a weak smile on my lips as he pressed into my touch.

"Things always seem to work out how they are meant to- that's something I've only just begun to see. I don't know what would have happened if I had shot someone else," I sucked in a breath, closing my eyes slowly, "I... I may have shot myself. But I'm glad I didn't, because I ended up with Saeyoung. I escaped, and now we are reconciling. He brought me into the RFA, and that.. Brought me to Yoosung," I felt his grip around me tighten, a choked sob escaping his lips as he pressed his face into my sweater, "And I'm not sorry for that."

I pressed my face into Yoosung's hair, holding him tightly against me, my tears making his blonde locks damp as I cried.

"I'm not sorry for that at all," I breathed heavily, trying to control the quaking of my shoulders to no avail, "I'll never be sorry for ending up where I did because it lead me to him. I needed him- I'm so sorry that you had to go because of me, but... I'll never be sorry about where I ended up due to it."

I looked back at the gravestone, the colours blurring before me through my watery eyes.

"I hope you rest in peace. I hope somehow your soul can forgive me- But please... Just know that I will atone for my mistakes the rest of my life by taking care of him the way he has for me."

"Please rest easy. Please accept my selfish request. I'm sorry, V... But," I placed my hand against the stone, the freezing cold echoing through my fingers as I whispered, "But I'm not sorry."

I looked down at Yoosung, my heart leaping as he gazed up at me, his smile full of warmth and joy despite his tears, his cheeks red from crying and the cold. Suddenly, I felt something cold besides the wind touch my skin- Yoosung must have felt it too, his gaze turning up to the sky in surprise, his eyes widening as he saw the snow falling down upon us slowly from above.

His eyes welled up all over again, a hand flying up to his mouth to suppress his sob as he began to cry harder. I rubbed his shoulders, looking at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head slowly, leaning his head against my shoulder, tremors rolling through his body.

"V... V told me once that he, he... He loved the snow."

He wrapped his arms around my waist as he cried, my shoulder growing damp. I pulled my arms around him, looking up at the sky, watching the snowflakes fall lazily down from the sky, large and fluffy, making beautiful patterns on our clothes.

I closed my eyes, a warmth flowing through my chest despite the cold and the snow- this was a different kind of snow.

This snow made me feel like maybe, just maybe...

I had been forgiven.

OKAY that's it for this chapter. I really wanted to write a chapter about them visiting V's gravesite. I feel like it would be a really important thing for the both of them- especially since Yoosung knows everything that's happened, and Saeran would definitely want to clear that off of his chest now that he's grown a lot since then.

I don't really know where in Korea this game is "set" in, or if it gets much snow... But let's just say it does ok .

Anyway i got really emotional writing this chapter so i'm gonna go curl up with hot chocolate and cry for a bit

Love you all, see you in the next chapter ~~

~Pixil-8