Too Late

Chapter 1: Near you

Author's POV:

The sky was filled with ash grey clouds that covered the sun. The trees swayed eerily in the wind.  Silence weaved around the stone tablets. Dead silent.  All stood up high and mighty like soldiers in battle.  Some were new, polished recruits in the land of the dead. Some were just rubble, forgotten. Their mourners finally joined them under the soil.

Seven People, dressed in their finest suits, stood around one of the stone tablets. Eyes full of their own ocean of sorrow and zemblanty. Their solemn eyes followed the curving of the letters. 'Y/N', a familiar name of the Bangtan family. The name engraved on the stone will never be forgotten.

One of the members approached to the grave hesitantly. He bent down and placed flowers in front of your grave. Attached  to the  flowers, of a pastel blue and purple hue, had a message.

Smeraldo

  - 'Sincerity that could not be delivered'.  

We're sorry Y/N, we will always love you 

to the moon and back

The sound of pitter patter clouded everyone's ears. Hoseok moved his umbrella slightly and gazed above him. He watches the tears from the sky drop crash down on the gloomy graveyard. He dropped the umbrella to his sides. He reached out to the sky with his hand. His eyes witnessed the droplets hit his free hand. Calming yet dispiriting. His lips left a breathy sigh. He lifted the umbrella once more.

He glanced over to the people around him. All of them faced the grave with the same emotion, grief. He can see the memories they made with you play in their eyes.

However, he saw one of them looking at the grave differently. His pearly whites caught in between his trembling lip, as tears well up in his eyes.

His heart softened. He approached the broken-hearted man. His arm wrapped around his shoulder motherly, making his head rest on his shoulder. His fingers grazed the tears dripping down his cheek, hoping that he could find the comfort in his actions.

"Kookie," Hoseok uttered to Jungkook.

"Its not your fault."

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"No!"

In one swift moment, the tip of the metal plunged deeply in the flesh, ripping the skin apart by the blade like a sheet of paper. The softness of the skin made a satisfying squish. The blade dug deeper, your insides tore apart. Red painted the metal.

A crimson red liquid splattered out your mouth harshly. The taste of metal lingered in your mouth. The sticky substance trickled out of the abdomen to the cold stone altar. The dagger retracted from the body. A scream of pain came out of your mouth. Blood rushing out of your wound, contrasting your paper white skin.

Everyone's eyes twitched in shock. They watched how your body lose its life, slowly. They all witnessed your murder. Everyone around them. They leader smiled victoriously at his goal.

However, Jungkook saw the whole scene, differently. It right in front of his eyes. A front row seat premiering the murder of Y/N. He watched how the metal pierce through your skin slowly and blood splattering everywhere. He saw how you coughed a scarlet red and watch it drip down your lips.