"Yoongi-ya..."
Jennie whispered in Yoongi's ears. He tilted his head towards Jennie. He whispered back,
"What?"
The priest went on with the funeral. No one was batting an eyelid about the death. No one even looked that deeply into the reason. A drunk woman is a front limer in terms of risk when it comes to cardiac arrests. No one except Jennie.
Jennie had tied a black bow onto her hair. Confidently flaunting her, once biggest insecurity, the two tomed hair. A chanel dress that came all the way down to her ankles. Her shoulders exposed. Buttons all the way till the slit for her leg. She looked chic.
Deep inside her tiny heart, she knew something was off. Jisoo didn't have the grief in her eyes. She looked... Happy.
"Oppa, there is something really wrong here?"
"I know right? Atleast Jimin should've came on time today. The funeral is going to end..."
"What? No! I'm not talking about the funeral. I'm talking about the death of Mrs. Kim. Jisoo-nnie seems way too normal, even happy. And look at Namjoon Oppa, he is not leaving Unnie for a second. And... Oh! Jiyoon Unnie. She has been giving glances to Namjoon Oppa ever since the funeral started. There is something wrong with this funeral. They didn't take more then 1 hour to call a funeral. They aren't sad. And they don't want any law and enforcement forces to know."
"And the reason, was quite odd too. She literally had bruises and glass cuts. Look at her forehead and stomach. Someone clearly hit her..."
"That's why they aren't showing the body to anyone other than us."
Sierra butted in Yoongi-Jennie's convo. She was chewing on a bubble gum. Leaning back, extremely comfortable. She scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Jennie and Yoongi's confused state,
"What? You guys, it's as evident as the daylight. Jisoo-nnie killed her. Duh."
Lisa gasped, followed by a concerned Jungkook pressing her mouth shut. Jungkook glanced at Sierra with wide eyes,
"Shut up Si. There are too many people here. We'll pull it out of Namjoon Hyung and Jisoo Noona... Ow!"
Lalisa Manoban had sharp teeth. Jungkook grunted at her. But did she care? She whispered back, tears at the corner of her eyes,
"Jisoo-nnie would never do that. No child would ever do that. Do you know what a family means? Do you even have a clue? How it feels to survive without a mom or a dad? Why would Jisoo-nnie kill her parents?"
"Shut your mouth for one goddamn second Lali. You are going to make people doubt us, as well as Jisoo-nnie!"
Sierra gritted her teeth, tugging Lisa's wrist hard enough to leave marks. Taehyung held her woman back. It was true. Jisoo may have killed her mother.
Rosé felt a hollow feeling inside her heart. What was up with that? Is it because she was in a funeral? Then why did it feel as if she let go of Jimin's hands, he'll disappear.
A simple black dress, padded shoulders, stockings and black stilettos. She looked beautiful as usual. But why did Jimin kept feeling as if she'd runaway as soon as he blinks. He held her closer,
"Rosé, I'll never let go of you."
"Neither will I, Jimin-ssi."
"Sierra-ssi, I need to talk with you."
Sierra chuckled. Rolling her eyes. Why was it that, when Taehyung was with her and the whole world knew it, she was the happiest she could be and now Sooyoung, being in her shoes, is nothing but a shadow of grief?
"What do you wanna know about Taehyung, Sooyoung-ssi?"
"Don't! Don't ruin my relationship with him, Sierra! Stop stealing my man!"
Sierra scoffed, looking her down head to toe. A black, fitted, pleated mini dress with mesh sleeves. White boots. Long hair loosely adorning her features. A scrunchie on her wrist. Sierra leaned in,
"Can't. Sorry. But let's not fight over a man. Let's not argue over who belongs to who."
"I wouldn't have argued if you didn't steal him from me!"
Sooyoung's screech echoed through the empty alley. Sierra, this is what you get for asking fresh air. A freaking cat fight. Sierra smirked,
"Sorry, Sooyoung-ah. I would've had cleared your delusion, but I got a job waiting for me."
Sierra walked away. Flaunting Taehyung's suit over her shoulders. Park Sooyoung knew who had the upper hand in this game.
Sierra turned on her toes, as if dancing to the swan lake. A smile on her lips. A smile that mocked Sooyoung,
"Since you are claiming Taehyung as if he's a piece of cake. Make sure to save me a piece, the one with the cherry on top."
"How dare..."
"Oh, love is a daring thing, darling. Annyeong!"
"Unnie!"
"Why are you here Lalisa?"
Lisa felt a pang in her heart. What was up her Unnie? Grief?
"Unnie, I know it's hard..."
"Shut it Lalisa. You don't have to fake your sympathy."
"Unnie, I am not! I truly feel..."
"How are you gonna feel it Lalisa Manoban? You just lost your parents. I killed mine!"
Lisa gasped, taking a step back. Disbelief written all over her face. She gawked, as her big eyes started feeling humid. How could she? Kim Jisoo wasn't ever a monster!
"Unnie..."
"Stop calling me that! You guys... You guys ruined me. If it wasn't for you guys and that stupid arcade. I would've still been happy and innocent and the perfect student. I would've still been like Jin Oppa. You guys ruined me."
A heartbreak. Who was the buffoon that said your heart only breaks at a loss of a lover? Why aren't stories and novels and poems written over the loss of innocence get the same appreciation. It breaks the heart as well. What about the sudden feeling that the person in front of you isn't the one they were once? It breaks your heart as well. The loss of a friend. The slow burn when you see a friend, one that a person may consider as another half of their soul, slowly letting go and walking away. Isn't that enough of a heartbreak?
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FanfictionDear You, "Well, the arcade is open to all." "What game would you like to play?" "Do you think this magic will stay? Or will it be up at a specific time? Like Cinderella's? " "Apologise to Jungkook, Namjoon Oppa." "No! You can't expect me to apol...
