10.funéraire

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funéraire / fyneʀɛʀ / noun.
in english : funeral
meaning : a ceremony or service held shortly after a person's death, usually including the person's burial or cremation.

(Why do i feel like this is the prettiest word i've ever used?)

"You sure you don't wanna accompany me to my funeral?"

"As much as I'd love to...I wouldn't know anyone there, it'd be awkward as hell. And I hate socializing with sad people."

"Ok suit yourself."

Seokjin walked by himself to his house. Dozens of people, all dressed in black and white were lining up to bid their farewells and say whatever the hell they want to say to his dead body that was placed in a white casket.

What's the point of talking to a dead body without a soul to listen?

He went by the casket to listen to his relatives talk to his lifeless body.

"You will be missed."

"Rest in peace."

"Bogo shipda "

"I'm sorry."

Those were the common phrases he heard.

There were people crying, his aunts his cousins his parents. Everything was so overwhelming to the point where he could feel tears escaping his eyelids, crawling down his cheeks.

If only.

Then, his friends, his best friends came in.

RM, Jungkook, Taetae, Hobi, Yoongi and Jimin walked in together, dressed up in tuxedos, solemn expression etched on their faces. It took seokjin so much effort to supress the urge to hug each and every one of them and just- cry.

When they were together, they used to have so much fun. They used to laugh and joke around, drink beer and get drunk. How did it escalate so far?

Jimin looked like he had it the worst. His hair was a mess and his face looked so puffy. Even yoongi who is usually good at hiding his emotions started to cry in gulps, using his hand to cover his face to hide is sobbing mess. Jungkook, the maknae of the group looked frozen. He had wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth, it was as if he wasn't breathing anymore. Taehyung and Hobi, the two who were usually cheerful and happy, looked down at their shoes most of the time, with tears silently rolling down their face. RM, or namjoon on the other hand, looked lost and miserable. But he held himself well, he was always the more logical one of the group, the one who kept them grounded. He was also the closest to Seokjin. Seokjin knew that deep down, RM was crumbling to pieces.

"Seokjin-ah, without you who's going to make me seaweed soup on my birthday?" RM said.

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"Yahhh joonie, I spent all day making your favourite soup for you, you better not break the bowl."

The 7 of them gathered around in RM's house, Jimin holding the birthday cake as usual and Seokjin in charge of the cooking.

"I'm so touched guys, I love you all💜I hope we stay together for a really long time," RM said with earnest.

"Of course we'll stick together! Even when we're old and married," said Seokjin.

"Except Jungkook, he'll be single forever, he can't even talk to his teacher eye-to-eye!" Taehyung teased.

"Hey! Miss park is just very cute, ok?"Jungkook replied shyly.

"All parks are cute," Jimin said, making a heart gesture with his two hands above his head.

"Pass me the soy sauce," Yoongi said, completely dismissing Jimin's self-praise.

"Hahahahhah yahh yoongi is so savage!" Hobi laughed.

"Please start eating you guys, the soup is getting cold!" Seokjin said while stuffing his mouth with more food than it can take.

Namjoon started filling his plate too "yeah chef Jin's hard work, let's eat let's eat!"

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"You can't leave us Seokjin, you're our glue," Hobi choked out.

"I haven't called you old guy enough. Seokjin, you're old. Please wake up so that i can continue teasing you? Or wake up and I'll promise not to tease you anymore, hyung," Jungkook said sadly.

"How dare you leave us like this hyung?! don't you know that we need you?" Yoongi choked out angrily. RM went to Yoongi and started patting his back, embracing him, trying to get him to calm down.

"Guys I think we should go to the living room and uh, calm down for awhile," RM said. "Taehyung ah can you help fetch yoongi a cup of water?"

Level-headed RM wrapped his arms around Yoongi's small figure, patting him incessantly and whispering that it's going to be ok.

"Sorry...I'm usually...not this emotional you know? But it's hy- hyung...."

"I know, I know," RM was starting to tear up too, and they both looked at Seokjin's lifeless, pale, beautiful face. "He could've been a model," Yoongi commented.

"Yeah, a supermodel."

Tears automatically flew down Seokjin's face as he watched his friends grieve over his death.

He started to reminisce about the memories they made together, climbing trees in elementary school, to skateboarding in high school, to bunjee jumping on his 18th birthday.

Then, he thought about the night they explored Greyhound Oaks together. They were throwing rocks, gazing at the night sky and- wait.

Wasn't that the night he died?

Author's Note
Fun fact : i teared up writing this.

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