epilogue
it's been 2 years since I found jungkooks body.
2 long years of mourning, 2 long years of my grief.
2 long years of my revenge.
everything is taking a turn. i finally came out, and everything has changed since then.
i still visit the abandoned house where jungkook committed suicide, and he is still there.
i left him there. for reasons.
everyone has asked about him. his friends, his family, and others.
my response was, "i don't know."
no one has went to the abandoned house to check.
i left his suicide note where i found it, and i left it there for a reason.
im back in busan, and im going to visit him.
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i arrived at the too familiar house in front of me, and went to go see my love.
his bones, his clothes, and his smell was still there. it became way too familiar to me.
the remaining pills were still there, and im going to finally take them into consideration for myself.
i didnt write a suicide note for myself. there was no need.
i put my bag beside me while i searched for my light and matches.
i pulled out some lighter fluid as well. i poured the fluid on jungkooks remains, myself, and the whole house.
i lay beside of what's left of jungkook and i take the pills.
as the substance kicks in, i throw the lighter and the whole house sets to flames.
"i love you, jungkook. we will be together forever..." i trailed off my words until i came face to face with darkness, and the dead sleep i've been craving.
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A/N: this is the end of this short story! I know it's pretty emo but I felt like writing something really depressing. Lmao Im so horrible I stg 😂
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Historia Corta"you're too late, kim taehyung." - in which taehyung fails to admit himself to jungkook in time warning: contains suicide and some foul language. sierraseoul ©