Jungkook Oneshots

Letters Across Time

       
    "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴,
                                          𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴,
                                𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦."

Emma sat in the front row, her fingers gripping her mother's trembling hand. The weight of grief pressed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her grandmother—Y/N—lay in the casket before them, looking so peaceful, as if she were merely asleep after she came back from her two month's trip. It was strange. At sixty-eight, she still looked youthful, her features soft, almost untouched by time. It was unfair.

Tears blurred Emma's vision as she glanced at her mother, Ava, who sat stiffly beside her, staring at the casket with empty eyes. Her mother's pain was raw, unfiltered. First her grandfather, ten years ago, and now her grandmother—both gone.

Emma had never connected with anyone the way she had with her grandmother. No one understood her like Y/N did. No one listened the way she had, loved the way she had. She had been Emma's safe space, her comfort, her home. And now... she was gone.

Emma tightened her grip on her mother's hand, swallowing the sob threatening to escape her throat. She wanted to be strong, to hold her mother up when she was falling apart. But how could she when she, too, was barely holding on?

A soft breeze swept through the open doors of the chapel, rustling the flowers placed around the casket. It was as if the universe itself was whispering its goodbyes.

Emma closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath. I love you, Grandma, she thought. And I miss you already.

Beside her, Ava let out a quiet sob, and Emma did the only thing she could—she wrapped her arms around her mother and held on tight, hoping that somehow, together, they could bear the unbearable.

The air in the lawyer's office felt heavy, weighed down by grief and exhaustion. Ava sat slumped in the chair, her eyes dull and distant, while Emma, still distracted, stared blankly at the polished wooden desk in front of her. The lawyer, an older man with graying hair and tired eyes, sighed before continuing.

"Your grandmother, Y/N, left the bookstore under Emma's name," he announced, pausing briefly. "And the house has been passed down to Ava."

Emma barely registered his words. Her grandmother had given her the bookstore? It was the place where they had spent countless afternoons together, surrounded by the scent of old paper and freshly brewed tea. It had been their little world. The thought should've brought her comfort, but instead, it only made the ache in her chest deepen.

Ava gave a small nod, absorbing the information before speaking again. "Is there anything under the name... Mr. Jeon?"

Emma blinked, her head turning toward her mother in confusion. Mr. Jeon? She had never heard of anyone by that name before.

The lawyer glanced down at the documents in front of him, his expression unreadable. "Yes," he finally said, reaching into his drawer. He pulled out a sealed envelope and placed it gently in front of Ava. "Your mother left this letter for him."

Emma's curiosity flickered for only a moment before the weight of reality pulled her back down. Whoever Mr. Jeon was, it didn't matter right now. The conversation drifted into legal formalities, talk of paperwork and responsibilities, but Emma barely heard any of it.