The Afterlife: A BTS Story

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i haven't updated in so long, omg i'm so sorry, but here we go :(
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[Mr. Han(Jins step-father)]

Thank god for a break, a break from that wretched woman.

Jins' mother.

I never loved her, and I never will. I was only here for Jin. He was nothing but a boy when his father changed and left him, when he left both of us, and it was my vow to not leave him fatherless but this horrid mother of his.

I can't stand her, she's a cold hearted person with no sympathy or remorse for anyone or anything, especially her son, Jin.

I try to make it up to him even though I didn't necessarily do it to him but he doesn't deserve that hatred of hers. But he never accepts anything from me, he thinks I want to replace his dad and that's not the case, if anything I want him back too.

I sat by the window ceil in Jins' room looking out from the window, watching some sort of chaos unfold. Yoongi had disappeared, Mary was flaming, and the same for my "wife".

"Hmph, always something going on in this family." I whispered lowly although I was by myself . I got up from the ceil and found my way to the restroom.

As I washed my hands, a beep signaling someone had unlocked the door strung through my ears. The sound of small footsteps, and light sobs caught me off guard but also made me concerned. I knew it had to be one of the boys because no one else had access to the hotel room, and as much as it seems I don't, I care for them all very much.

I moved from the restroom out into the bedroom, and to my surprise, it was Min Yoongi who had been projecting those cries. "Yoongi, are you alright?" His head snapped out the pillow it was buried in and let his red, puffy eyes linger to me, looking perplexed by my voice in his presence. "What are you doing in my room?" It sounded like he was trying to put up a strong face in front of me but his words came out as mere whimpers.

"I don't like being in my room, it smells of Mrs. Kim." He arched his brow in confusion as he sat up from his previous position. "Well, she is your wife, don't you smell her everyday? And her name is Mrs. Han now, you married her." He had already wiped his eyes clean of tears with the white pillow but it was still quite obvious he'd been crying. "I guess. Do you mind telling me what's going on? I could help?"

He scoffed in my face, almost in mockery. "You're her husband, i can't tell you anything." Is this how they all saw me, as "her husband"? I've got to escape this horrid title. "I'm more than just her husband, she doesn't define me, I was once a young man like you too Min." He laughed, which felt worse than the scoff, thanks to Seokjin's father I now have to live up to this stereotype of the Kim family I've been thrown in.

I'm trapped.

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[Mary's POV]

You've got to be kidding me, this random skank comes out of nowhere and tries to steal what's mine?

That won't work, not at all. It's time I assure my spot in his life, I can't have any competition at any costs.

I'm gonna kill her.

I have to.

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WHEW, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE!

I STARTED WRITING THIS MOTHS BACK AND IM JUST NOW FINISHING IT, GOOD LORD

oh and i have recovered well with covid, so im perfectly healthy now!!

i know this was pretty boring and i'm sorry but i gotta get Mr. Han in the story somehow, he's plays a major role later on *wink wink* :)

im gonna start updating more yall so just please be patient with me and i'll have this done soon

, sincerely keanna.