One Sister, Seven Brothers, and More Memories {BTS}

Angel (Part One: Hyung Line)

This was requested by LanaaiaGurrl and at some point, yeet_fam_2k17. This is part one, since if I did it all together, this would probably be a lot longer than you would want it to be. I would advise all my readers to grab some tissues and get to some place where you can cry without being judged.

I hope you enjoy!

A supernatural sequel to my most hated imagine, Fatal.

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After your death, the whole Kim family seemed to shatter. Bonds were unraveled like a ball of yarn pushed by a kitten's paws. You weren't there to make everyone happy. You weren't there to spit out a phrase of utter nonsense when every Kim's voice went quiet. An eighth of the whole was gone, leaving the other seven to stare at your empty seat at the dinner table. No one dared to sit there. No one dared to touch anything of yours.

Your funeral was a mess. Not a sibling could keep it together. It was only your brothers and close family friends there. They all shed a tear, too. The air was thick with sorrow and in Jimin and Namjoon's case, guilt. For the following weeks, your siblings only wore black. "That's cliche," one of Hoseok's friends would say. But they didn't understand. It had been just you eight for eight years.

A month ticked by it was down to five in the house where you grew up. Namjoon and Hoseok had left, finding different places to take your ghost to. Hoseok had announced he was leaving at the funeral. In response, Taehyung went off on him, asking him if you would leave Hoseok if he died. Taehyung stormed out of the funeral home, not wanting any business with the third oldest anymore. Namjoon later on said that his friend was looking for a roommate. No one payed any attention to him and it was then down to the two oldest and the three youngest.

It was just as bad at home, too. Jin remained in his room while Yoongi moved everything of his to the music room. He shut himself off from everyone and he didn't want to anyone to ask how he was doing. He just wanted to be alone so he could cry where no one would question his progress. Taehyung and Jimin moved into a room with each other. Taehyung moved into Namjoon's empty space and the two always had the door shut. Taehyung became Jimin's counselor and it seemed as though they never went out of their quarters. Jungkook abandoned his bed and began to sleep in the doorway to your room. A blanket and pillows were always seen there, but he never dared to step in. He didn't want to disrupt anything for if you came back, he wouldn't want you to get mad at him.

Nothing was the same anymore. A picture perfect family had been torn apart by a little sister's death. But someone wouldn't have that. Someone couldn't stand to see their family drifting apart and breaking each other even more. They didn't want to see anymore harsh words thrown at each other. They didn't want to see them bring each other down. And they were determined to fix the mess they caused.

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"It's me again," Jin said, walking up to his sister's grave stone. He eyed the epitaph carved into the dark colored stone. He bent down and placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the stone, next to the wilted stems and dried petals of the flowers he had brought last week. He visited your grave weekly, always at the same time, always the same day.

"Tuesdays at 1:30, alright princess? You better be up and ready!"

"You probably get tired of me, don't you?" he asked. The wind seemed to whisper a response as it tossed his hair around and scattered leaves about. "I just can't leave you here alone, you know. I have to make sure you're doing fine. I have to make sure you're well and happy. That's what I'm supposed to do as the oldest – as a big brother."