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{34} funeral {34}

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— y/n's pov —

i stared at myself in the mirror, completely frozen.

i still haven't realised what had happened, until now. i had already dresses for the funeral, we were just about to leave.

i slightly flinched when i suddenly felt a pair of cold hands on my waist - i kept looking at the mirror to see sanzu standing behind me, resting his chin on my left shoulder.

"you look stunning, but we really need to get going now" "mhm, i know"

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the car was filled with awkward silence - koko was swiping through his phone the whole time and kakucho was simply driving.

that weird feeling that i've been having.. its still somehow there, but i'm starting to think its really just because we are heading to sakura's funeral.

is it weird that i still call her sakura?.... i never really met 'yihwa'... but sakura wasn't her name. if she was still here, would she want me to call her yihwa or sakura?

"y/n?" sanzu broke the awkward silence and pulled me out of my thoughts. "huh?" "are you alright?"

"ugh" kokonoi loudly groaned out "i'm gonna lose my mind if you keep checking up on her every 5 minutes like a creep" he crossed his arms, sanzu's brows dropped and he stared at the back of koko's head.

"we're going to a funeral, you guys can be annoying after" kakucho said with a rather chilled tone, both koko and sanzu pulled out a cigarette and rolled down their windows to smoke it.

"whoa... is this a funeral or some gang meet up?"

i raised a brow and looked out of the window to see a lot of guys at the graveyard.... i've never seen any of them before, and sakura probably didn't either...

"tch, those are all the men that are working for the guy that killed rindou" kokonoi left the car first, sanzu, kakucho and me following after him.

this doesn't seem like a funeral at all.

"seonghami eotteoke doeseyo?" "what?" koko scoffed back at the man on the entrance to the graveyard.

"oh, you are japanese? so i suppose you are y/n" he looked over at me, i silently nodded back. "you can enter, those guys can only enter if they're here with you" "they're here with me"

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the man told us to go to the front no matter how many people are in our way so we fought our way to the very front. i saw mainly men, but also a few women... but they all looked intimidating.

as we finally reached the front, i could see a casket... but it was closed, her body wasn't shown - i'm honestly glad about this, i don't know how i would've took it if i saw her dead body, again.