The day of Jimin's funeral had arrived, and the heavens seemed to weep alongside those who gathered to bid their final farewell.
Rain poured from the sky in heavy, sorrowful sheets, as if nature itself shared in the mourning.
Jimin's relatives, classmates, and friends had gathered at the somber funeral hall, their faces etched with grief.
Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and others who had been a part of Jimin's life stood in solidarity with heavy hearts.
The funeral altar stood at the center of the hall, adorned with a large portrait of Jimin in his brightest smile, surrounded by white chrysanthemums, symbolizing purity and honor.
Amidst the sea of mourners, Yoongi stood in front of Jimin's portrait, he wore a black suit, his expressionless face a stark contrast to the bright smile frozen in the photograph.
The image depicted a happier time, a memory of Jimin's infectious joy.
The hall was filled with the scent of white lilies, their pristine petals a symbol of the purity that Jimin had brought into the lives of those who had known him.
The rain continued to fall outside, a melancholic backdrop to the solemn proceedings.
As the priest began the funeral service, Yoongi's thoughts drifted to the moments he had shared with Jimin—their laughter, their love, their dreams. He felt an overwhelming sadness, a longing to turn back time and change the course of fate.
The priest's words were a distant murmur as Yoongi stared at the photograph, his eyes welling up with tears that he refused to shed.
He had to be strong for Jimin, even in death.
The eulogies that followed painted a portrait of Jimin as a kind, passionate, and loving soul.
His classmates and friends shared stories of his warmth and his ability to light up a room with his presence. Each memory was a bittersweet reminder of what had been lost.
Namjoon stepped forward to speak, his voice steady despite the sadness in his eyes.
"Jimin was a friend who brought happiness and love into our lives. He was a passionate artist, and a beautiful soul. We will carry his memory with us always."
The rain outside intensified, as if the sky itself was weeping for Jimin.
As the service came to an end, Yoongi remained rooted to his spot, unable to tear his eyes away from the photograph. His heart ached with the finality of it all.
It was a solemn procession, a heartbreaking farewell to a life taken too soon.
The funeral hall was hushed, save for the solemn prayers and eulogies that resonated through the room.
Mourners paid their respects to Jimin, each offering their condolences in their own way.
Yoongi, lost in his own sea of grief, felt disconnected from the world around him. The rain outside provided a melancholic soundtrack to the day.
Amidst the mourners, Yoongi's keen eye caught sight of a figure dressed in black, standing near Jimin's portrait.
She was a young woman, her face partially obscured by a veil, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
It took a moment for Yoongi to recognize her, but when he did, anger boiled within him like a tempest.
It was Eunhee.
The memories of the torment Jimin had endured at her hands rushed back, fresh as ever.
Yoongi's grief was momentarily replaced by a surge of indignation and rage.
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Diary boy || yoonmin. ✓
Fanfiction"You are my beautiful little secret" A quiet and introverted teenage boy finds solace in his personal diary. With no friends to confide in, he pours his heart and soul onto the pages. But when fate intervenes and his diary is lost on a desolate road...
