Korean funerals usually lasted three days, where the third day would remain confined for people solely close to the deceased and when the deceased would be cremated.
So eventually, the media tries its best not to leave whatever shot they could capture the first two days. Especially on the second day, the workers themselves appeared irritated by the constant misbehave of the reporters.
"Tae." A small whisper comes from behind him, and he turns to face Jihu. Like everyone else, she sat there in a black dress. But the look in her eyes looked more dark than the dress itself.
"What happened? Are you fine?"
"Actually I don't like it here." She speaks, fixing the black burette she wore. "Can you please help Jungkook with the remaining? I, I want to go back inside."
"Of course." Gently removing the black cloth Taehyung had kept on his thighs, he stands to guide Jihu inside. Once at the door, he's about to turn and leave when she grips his sleeves.
"It's stupid." She speaks, her voice already weak as she fimbles to remove her gloves. "But could you please wear these while you're there? It'll make me feel less guilty by pretending I was contributing in atleast some way."
When Taehyung returns, he finds Jungkook standing in front of Mrs. Jeon's picture that drowned between flowers all around it. His hands were overlapped, his head lowered and eyes closed as the shamon reads out a prayer.
When he returns to sit back down, Taehyung makes his way to him. Wordlessly, he takes the seat beside him, and not once does Jungkook bat an eye at him like he had been doing these past two days towards everything in general.
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Divorcees
FanfictionWhen Jungkook's mother passes away, his ex-husband Kim Taehyung is forced to make a return to the same place he's always dreaded to look after his ex-husband and his sister. And now with this sudden re-encounter, will their story finally be able to...