,Mr.Kim...? (Secretary!Jungkook X CEO! Taehyung) VKOOK

Goodbye. (End)

Get yo tissues. I mean it's probs gonna be shit. Read till the end for the nite regarding what's next and all that. ALSO TRIGGER WARNING. SUICIDE IS MENTIONED AND PLEASE DO NOT READ IT IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE SUBJECT.

"I know you're tired of empty promises but just kiss me babe and I'll guide you through this."

I turned the radio off as I drove around the whole city, thinking of where he could be. He wasn't in his apartment, I checked and saw he hadn't been taking his medicine for at least two days. I tried calling, I called Seokjin and he was in on the hunt as well.

I knew it was my fault. I realised it after I got a punch in the face from Jimin (Jimin out of all people) he went on screaming at me. "You drive him off the edge once and you're doing it again. You don't deserve him. His fragile heart has been broken by you too many times. Too many times have you played him in the dirtiest of ways. You better find him, alive and breathing, and you better apologise because I swear to god if he's hurt, in any fucking way it's you who's gonna end up hurt. Badly hurt. Now you can take it whichever way you like, fucking fire me for all I care. But let me tell you, Kim fucking Taehyung that your position in this world doesn't give you any right to hurt someone as mindful and wonderful as our kookie." He said. And it hurt. It hit me deep down and that's when I knew I fucked up.

Suddenly, the radio was cut off and a ringing signal blared through the signal. I picked up immediately, seeing as it was kookie.

Jungkook! Holy shit! Please tell me where you are. I understand if you don't want to see me just tell me and I'll have Seokjin come get you. Please. Kookie?

You're looking for me? How adorable. I just called to tell you where the letters are. There are letters under your bed. I left them in a black box. It's going to hurt Jinnie and joonie and Jiminie when I'm gone but you'll give them leave right? I have money in the purple vase in the living room. It's the only colourful thing there. Pay for some cheep coffin and like some nice flowers so I don't look like a loner. Don't inform my parents and just write my date of birth and death on the gravestone, I don't need no cheesy shits.

It was fun whilst it lasted Mr. Kim. I have to go now, please apologise to my colleagues from me. Hire Mr. Park for me, please. As a replacement.

Look kookie I know I fucked up. I really did but don't do this. You can't leave me. Please don't leave me. I know I fucked you over more times than acceptable. I'll leave you alone if you promise to come back and just I don't know. Just come back. If not for me than for Jimin and Kin and Namjoon. I'm a wreck and I know I'm hard to love but please, for the love of all things holy come back.

Apologies, Mr. Kim, my train is due to arrive.

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And just like that, the line went dead just after the rattle of a train echoed. And I sobbed, pulling over to call Seokjin.

Time skip. A week

They found him not long after, in the river under the railroad bridge, floating somewhere in the deep swirls of the dark blue. I put my cousin in charge of the company for a while, myself being too mentally unstable and depressed to do anything.

I read the letters and passed them on onto their respectful owners. I read my own everyday. I didn't eat nor sleep or bathe or function. I loved for the letter, I read it over and over even thought I memorised it. And then when the night came and the cold, short days of December were over, I would mutter it under my breath.

To my dearest Taehyungie,

It seems so weird, writing this, knowing that when you read it I'll be dead. I don't want you to blame yourself, baby, there's nothing more you could've done to help my damaged mind. I want to apologise to you from the bottom of my cold heart, I did a selfish deed. I killed you by killing myself, but the feelings I had for you killed me in ways I could never. I love you. I love you, Kim Taehyung. The nights I spent with you were the best in my life and I feel proud to be able to call you the love of my life.

So many words unspoken, so many spoken with unbearable pain and so many more spoken with unnecessary anger and jealousy. I'm a weakling and a heart as poor as mine fell for someone as beautiful as you. You're my world, even if not for a long time, even if our parting encounter didn't make it look as one.

I'll wait for you, my dear. I'm here waiting for you and I want you to know I love you. I love you with my whole heart, my whole soul. We shall meet again, TaeTae but until then, my love I beg you to live your life and don't come to me too soon. I understand if you find another person to love and I'm happy for you to do so, but please don't forget me, not permanently at least.

I love you, Kim Taehyung.

Your one and only, Jeon Jungkook xxx

"But how can I love someone who isn't you?"

I'd say. I'd cry and sob, blaming myself. Even after he left I couldn't do what he asked of me. Seokjin sobbed and so did everyone who knew him. The internet flared up with hashtags and prayers. No one blamed me but myself.

I wrote my own letters, I fed my dog and gave him some clean water, playing with him and saying my goodbye. I left the door unlocked that night, I didn't want them breaking it down. I left a note on the kitchen island explaining what happened, my motives and next to that I left my testimony in which I gave out all of my money and properties (car, other possessions). I handed the company to my cousin who I knew would be a good leader. I gave Seokjin my photo albums as well as 5 million dollars. Namjoon was given all of my watches and ties along with tue same sum as jin. Jimin got all of my clothes as I just felt as though they'd fit him, especially the ones I bought recently after my tragic weight loss - he also go money and my red Mini Cooper. Yoongi and Hoseok got the cash and I gave Yoongi my car, remembering how much he admired my Ferrari. I gave Hoseok my apartment in Seoul and gave him a number to a guy who could change the place to a dance studio. As for my house, I ordered it to be an art gallery. I wanted people to be able to come in and admire mine and jungkook's and Jin's and Namjoons and everyone's works. I wanted to see the love I held for kook in some of my painting and put Nicole in charge, knowing she'd love anything in that genre.

Debby (the makeup artist) was given a larger sum of money (6 million) but I asked her if she could dedicate some of that money to the photography department to gain new equipment. I also asked if she could take the photos from my phone and print them out, Edit them, do whatever she wished, to hang them up in the gallery.

I didn't want to be remembered. I wanted us to be remembered.

I recorded a video, saying goodbye to the world. I also wrote letters to those closest to me.

I got into bed that night

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"I'm coming home, kookie."

Ahhhh. Sorrrryyyyy. Right before I go on thanking everyone, I will write a second book to this. I'll write another book and it's going to be a kinda reincarnation au style thing and it's gonna be them meeting in high school so a different twist on things.

Thank you so much to everyone who's supported this book, to everyone who's given it love and support and attention. You're all beautiful and amazing so remember that and I hope to see you in the future, reading further works. Even if that's not the case, thank you for sticking through this and I wish you all a peaceful and happy life.

Till next time, guys. Byeeeeeee