jeongguk. how could a place be so full and empty at the same time?
all around are the headstones with their faded etching, a roll-call for the people who cannot answer. for when their bodies became still and cold they became a cadaver, not a person.
it wasn't only one we had to go through, a row of three graves awaits us as i could only lay my head down, utter guilt filling myself.
a banquet of flowers laid on the headstones as seokjin immediately fell on his knees, his head bowed down, tears started welling up at the corner of his eyes.
"dad, mum, hyejin,"
"it has been awhile, hasn't it?"
i'm sorry, seokjin.
i truly am terribly sorry,
it's my fault that they're not with you anymore.
