Everyone gathered in a clear open field near the beach.
There was a sad, yet happy warm, buttery airs surrounding everyone. Mostly everyone who has met Jungkook was there, doing their very best to not cry.
Right in front there was a pitch black casket beautifully decorated by a strange dark red flower.
Jungkook lay inside.
Tae felt like his world was falling apart into pieces. All of Jungkook's friends, and others were here.
Bangtan huddled together and comforted each other quietly. They stood beside the casket and silently let their tears roll down their faces.
Got7 were all doing their very best to calm JB down. There not used to seeing their "leader" breaking down. Jinyoung was the only one of them who could even hold back his tears, even if a few escaped.
EXO had neutral faces, well, all except Sehun of course. It still hadn't settled inside him that there was no Jeon Jungkook anymore.
Shinee just stood there with solemn faces. The wind picked up a bit, but Taemin just let it sway his scarf. Jimin had posted about Jungkook's death and he convinced the others to attend and pay their respects. It was hard for them, first Jonghyun, now Jungkook.
Everyone else just stood with silent faces. Except for Yoongi, who at one point growled into the sky.
Jimin walked over in front of the casket. Everyone looked at him as he looked at Tae, who said, "Don't you think...it's my fault?" He lowered his head in shame. "I-I'm the one who let him push himself to get better..."
"Don't you think," Jimin started, "it's all our fault?"
Everyone was now in shame as well. Who knew words could affect a person so gravely they could be gone out of your life forever..
The mochi sighed. "I think it's time I tell you a story of Jungkook's..he wouldn't want it though, but everyone deserves to know why this all started."
One day when Tae and Jimin were helping to clean the dorm, Jungkook decided to go get some supplies. Although they looked doubtful, they agreed and Kookie went off.
On his way, he came across a small abandoned house near a train station. Something about it seemed off, so the makane, being a lovable idiot, went to go explore it.
Inside looked as if it was left alone just for a few days. It wasn't very dusty, but the wooden walls creaked whenever he took a step.
Jungkook spun around and spotted a white bucket. He peeked inside it and spotted a few paintbrushes. It reminded him of the time he tried doodling a person and Yoongi jokingly whispered to Hobi that it looked horrible.
The maknae frowned. The more he thought about it, the more he grew angry. So Jungkook took out all the paintbrushes and sat down with the bucket in front of his.
He took out the blade and just sat there for a while. It didn't occur to his hyungs that so those times the Jungkook teased him, it acurallt affected him badly.
Every time he was called chubby, idiot, useless, annoying, and everything in between, it affected him more than anything else in this world could.
Jungkook looked down and gasped. He hadn't even noticed the blade had already cut him. He shrugged and just smiled to himself.
"They didn't notice I've been starving myself since the first time they called me fat." He now let the blade dance around on his wrist.
"I'm just trying to make everyone happy by being happy, but now I see it's just all fake." The blood from his arm dripped into the bucket, which was now about 1/16 full.
"They don't know that about who I truly am. If they did, they would try and help me, but it'll only get worse." He screamed at the top of his lungs and embedded the knife into his wrist.
A sharp pain enveloped him, yet he ignored it. He stood up and stared at the bucket of blood.
He was not well anymore.
Jungkook grabbed a paintbrush and chuckled to himself as he dipped in the bucket. It came out dripping with a thick, ruby red liquid. But this point, Kookie wasn't sane anymore.
He got the paintbrush and painted the words the Bangtan, ARMY, and everyone else told him.
Fat.
Useless.
Annoying.
Fake.
He added the last one because deep inside of him, he knew it was all true. Jungkook's eyes glazed for a second as he wondered what his life would be if he hadn't become this.
Jungkook cleaned himself up and quickly left so it seemed he hadnt taken long to go get groceries.
Jimin sighed as he finished. Everyone was now in tears after hearing the story. Taehyung refused to believe that Jungkook could ever do something as sick and gory as that.
He looked at Taehyung, who had fallen to his knees and was crying into the earth.
"Unfortunately, Jungkook only told me, for he knew that I wouldn't help him unless he wanted it. I know I should've called a professional for help, but I feared it would become worse."
He walked back to where Tae was and silently cried.
It was finally time to bury the maknae. The casket was lowered into the ground as it began to cover up. Tae sat at the edge yelling, "NO JUNGKOOK! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! DON'T YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!"
He collapsed and whispered, "I love you."
Jungkook was gone. Truly gone. The maknae that rose from his debut to becoming one of the most loved K-pop stars in the world.
The maknae with vocals that could make you cry, to his loving "bunny" like personality. Nothing could ever stop him..except for all the words said.
The one who once told Tae, "The silence is love, unspoken between us." At that time he hadn't realized his true feelings.
Everyone cried harder as the sky turned a dark grey and a violent wind hit everyone. The happiness of that afternoon was gone. Just like...
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