BAD BOY REP // MIN YOONGI

38.

(A/N: This chapter contains a triggering subject, please skip if you are not comfortable.)

3 Months Later...

I would never forgive him. Nothing would change that. Not even his own funeral.

Feeling absolutely sick of being in the presence of others, I stood isolated in the waiting room. Suffocation was an understatement when it came to describing how it felt in the funeral hall, I had no words to explain how my dry my throat felt despite the fresh air.

"There you are, Ji Eun. I've been looking all over for you," Jungkook whispered as he opened the door to where I stood. "Come, the funeral is about to begin."

I glanced at the innocent boy carefully before nodding. I still couldn't bring myself to walk until Jungkook aided me.

Placing a gentle hand on my back, he led me into the hall where everybody was dressed in the darkest shade from their wardrobe. The atmosphere was heavy with grief and mixed emotions.

We took a seat at the bench where the rest of the boys sat quietly. It was the first time that I had ever seen silence prevail on all their lips, for those boys never knew how to shut their mouths. If Yoongi were here, he would probably be as shocked as much as I was.

The already quiet crowd fell even more silent once a man came up in front, beginning the funeral.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all gathered today to mourn the devastating loss of a young soul. This young man was not only a student, friend, or son, but he was a determined boy who dreamed of so many things. We all wish him to rest in peace. His mother would like to speak some words, please welcome her."

A familiar woman then switched roles with the previous man, standing tall in front of everybody like a ceramic statue. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying tears of grief, but I could not feel sad for her.

"My beloved son, Ji Chang, was my everything. He died an unjust death, my poor boy. Everyday, all I heard from him was that he wanted to make his parents proud. He worked so hard for us, simply trying to please and fulfill our every wish that we had laid on our son-" The woman's voice broke at the end of her sentence, holding back tears.

From that moment on, I had tuned everything out, not bothering to listen. It wasn't like I wanted to be here, anyway. None of us did, none of Yoongi's friends did. But we still came, to show we weren't nearly as heartless as Ji Chang was.

It was because of him that Yoongi suffered for so long, fighting to stay alive while we could only watch him silently on his hospital bed. And in the end, everybody pitied Ji Chang for committing suicide out of regret. Some people were blind to not see who the real victim was here, and they sure as hell felt bad for the wrong person.

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"It's so dumb how Ji Chang didn't pay for what he did to Yoongi." Jungkook murmured as we gathered at Yoongi's home after the funeral. Yoongi himself was fast asleep because of the pills he had taken to ease the throbbing pain in his body upon waking up.

"I can't believe people actually feel bad for him. Ji Chang commit suicide because he was a coward, not because he felt sorry. To Ji Chang, it was always about the reputation; he knew he would never gain Yoongi's status especially after being convicted. His solution was to take his life rather than live. Such a coward," Taehyung gritted through his teeth.

"Just forget it, anyone who's smart knows that Ji Chang will always be in the wrong." Namjoon mentioned. I nodded my head in agreement.

"But why did we have to go to his funeral, hyung?" Jungkook asked while looking at Namjoon innocently.