[eighth member au]
In which the only female is loved by her seven male members, but problems rise when someone begins to like her a little bit too much.
"Noona, come love me!"
"I feel the roast coming."
"Jungkook, don't wake her up! She's sleeping...
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Aerum sadly stared at Taehyung as he softly cried.
It was so depressing. Everything about it was depressing. Death was depressing. To some, it was a way to live.
But Aerum didn't like it. She didn't like how sad everyone was. She didn't like how everything was black with a hint of color from the plants. She didn't like how she never got to know Taehyung's grandfather.
She'd only seen photos of him. She knew he made Taehyung happy. Hell, lots of people made Taehyung happy.
Taehyung was a likable person who liked other people regardless of their wealth or race.
His eyes were red - and it wasn't because of the slight tint of eyeshadow under his eye. There was a streak down his cheek because of a lone tear that had traveled down his face too far from the other tears. His lips were swollen from biting them all day long.
Taehyung was trying to keep the noises from coming out of his mouth. He didn't want others to hear him sob. He needed to have some dignity, but it was so hard for him. If he kept biting his lips any longer, the teeth marks would be permanent like a tattoo.
Aerum had to tear her eyes away from him. It was getting too much for her. She was already crying, but it wasn't as bad as Taehyung. Her tears were refined. It was to show that she had sympathy and pride. She was silently crying as she looked around the room once again.
The color black made her tired. Black suits, black hair, black dresses, black hats, black shoes - everything seemed to make her tired.
It definitely wasn't because of her inability to sleep, though it did help.
The more she looked around the room - more carefully this time - the more she started getting angry. She got angry at life. She got angry at death.
If people were born to die, then what was the point? She never understood that.
[07/31/2018: this chapter made me sad. Also, if some of you are going to say something rude, I'm just not going to reply because I really can't give a shit about people who have the time to write out thoughtful messages about me or my writing, so you can just ski-daddle right on out of here. And yes, it is better to not spread this news about Taehyung, but I only took this as a chance to write something descriptive and true because this is how I felt at my family member's funeral.]
