Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-SIXTY NINE-

"You're perfect." He tried to smile. And it was only when he did that I realized how much I missed seeing him happy.

"I'm going to get dressed." I grinned but he held onto my waist.

"Thank you, wife," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"You don't need to thank me. This is what families do, right?"

His grin turned into a soft snicker. "Yeah, this is what families do."

Y/N'S POV

This was not about me, nor Hyunbin. However, a small part of me felt guilty that I had not done anything like this for him. Never had I seen so many Kim people in one place. Even a few of my people were here. It had only been two days, but some had flown in just in time, while others drove for hours just to make it to Seoul to attend the memorial overlooking the river. It was beautiful with nothing but green all around us, and a dark blue river below.

Sitting at the table nearest to the edge of the cliff, I stared at the large photo of Minho that stood beside the podium. It was the perfect summer day for this. The sun hid behind the clouds, but it was still warm, and even the wind had calmed, as if it too wanted to be respectful.

"Minho raised me, and since he brought me into his home I saw him not as my uncle, but as my father, who I loved...love dearly. Cheers," Namjoon finished taking his shot before he stepped back to Eunha.

She hugged and kissed him before she went up. It was the first time I had not seen her bother to wear heels. "Hello," she said into the microphone. "Many of you know me as Kim Eunha, wife of Namjoon. Minho and I weren't very close. But he was kind to me. He made me laugh...he made everyone laugh without even trying. He had a dual nature to him; one moment he had this ability to freeze over the whole room, and the next, you forgot who he was. He had so much life in him, so much so that you almost forgot that he could die. People like him should live forever. Should live to see more grandchildren, more fights, more love. I'd like to think that he will, that he's here watching us all right now talking about him with a bowl of kettle corn in his lap because he's still afraid that Evelyn will find out that he got popcorn with extra butter and salt."

I hear a soft cry coming from the end of our table and I looked over to find Evelyn in Jin's arms, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Kim Minho  was one of a kind, and the world is a darker place with him gone. We will never forget him. Cheers." She wiped her eyes and downed the liquid before she moved back to the table.

Jin stood up walking to where Eunha had just stood with a bottle in his hands. I felt Taehyung tense beside me as though he wasn't sure what to think of his brother speaking. Placing my hand on his thigh, he placed his hands over mine.

"I'm still at a loss for words," Jin began. "To some of you, that might not be surprising. I've never known what to say or where to be or what to do. I just followed my father's lead and hoped, and prayed that I was making him proud. There is no denying the fact that my father and I had issues, I dare you to find any father and son who don't, but I knew he cared about me. Many men in his position don't have time to take care of their sons, but he did. He always made sure to check up on me when he could.