The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Twenty

"She was the only thing keeping him from succeeding his father."

The golden air around seemed to die to grey when it descended on the graves. The breeze was colder than the rest of the city and the silence was deafening. Jangmi looked down at the bed where Bo-Ra rested and felt nothing. It was past the hours of feeling morbid for her departure. What was more concerning was the circumstance and reasons. A girl younger than she was right now was somewhere older than her dreaded to go.

She spun on her heel, without a word and started her way around the green ways paved around the cemetery. She didn't want to stay there and think over and over again about how this could have happened when it had. There could be different sides to this story and maybe even some perspectives that were mellow than some others, offering him the levy of of a traumatic past but that still did not justify the amount of emotions wasted for something that wasn't even meant for her.

He was the quintessence of hollow love, the embodiment of a repulsive affection, the perfect example of what one's love is not supposed to be. Yet, all that she could think of was all the perfect ways that he slandered her. Was he just mentally imbalanced to want to do this over and over again?

If he was in fact replacing Bo-Ra with similiar featured girls then that would also indicate that he was about to do one of the two; kill them or let them go. If he had attempted to kill her, then it could explain that he was just stuck in relapse and reliving it again to make sure he was on the right, but then again if he wasn't killing her like he did to Bo-Ra then what would it mean? What was he trying to do by letting her go when there was no reason to?

To some distance, a grave was surrounded by a small family scarred with black. A middle aged woman and a teenage boy stood, pained to one side as an elderly woman sat by the grave possibly in tears.

Was this what happened after someone's death? Would she be drowning in someone else's tears too when she was gone? At this point in her life, identifying reception of emotion was a terrible thing to think of. Her grave could be lonesome with someone like Seokjin dropping a daffodil on it just because her bed was caught up in their rift.

Cool down Jangmi. What happened after death was of no use if there wasn't anything substantial before it.

She turned around to see if Seokjin was still there. He was. Standing diligently by Bo-Ra. What was he praying about? Was he regretting not having tortured her like he did to Jangmi? Or did he regret having hurt Bo-Ra too? Would he be standing by her grave too when she died someday?

Mystery was the ornament of people like him. As much as it was annoying to keep wondering about him, it worked to his advantage most of the time. He made her want to emulate his essence, minus the sadness that his form held. Even the little disappearing light from his eyes betrayed her knowledge, but that didn't matter.

He placed all of his flowers down at the grave and began plucking those daffodils from the cluster one by one, apparelling Bo-Ra with the flowers. Maybe he was close to her to go this far. Did he mean the actions as much as it seemed? There were so many questions crowning her head but her conscience compelled her against the decision to ask. Again, she didn't want to know.

Seokjin turned to find Jangmi's eyes encroaching at his moment. He chased his gaze away, pretending to fix a few flowers before standing up again and dusting himself. Jangmi noticed him turn to leave and turned around to start walking. The sound of his steps drew closer in no time. As if they didn't have to take any effort at all.

The repreive of watching him embellishing the grave behind lasted for another minute and then augered in to the penetrating silence.

Jangmi wished she knew what to speak of to not make it sound unnatural. And she would have kept quiet, but that wasn't what her flesh was here to do.