In the morning light of an autumn friday, the 'group of seven sicknesses' all suit up and get ready to brace the day.
Smiles.
That's all that they keep on their face, even all the way to the Oakland cemetary, they're smiling.
Even when they all line up and drop a flower into a coffin, something they'd never have dreamed of doing in all their years of friendship.
Jimin drops a rose onto Jungkook's pale and lifeless body, laying prone and pale in the coffin lined with his favorite color blue.
" Jungkook...I love you" he murmurs against his own self and he kisses Jungkook's cold, hard lips. His heart gripped with a heavy grieve in knowing that those lips will never again move hotly with his own, or brush teasingly across his cheeks...
" No tears remember?" Namjoon says as he steps up beside Jimin. He squeezes the younger's shoulder to give some composure.
Everyone takes a turn to drop a flower and say their last words before they all line up and Yoongi steps forward to read a verse from the bible.
And then the coffin is being lowered into the ground, yet still, no tears Just like Jungkook wanted.
Never to be forgotten though.
Jeon Jungkook.
The most amazing human being to ever grace this' seven sicknesses' as he called the group.
We, your friends, your six sicknesses, your family.
We will always love you.
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Romancebe carful for what you wish for, the same applies for when you're looking for answers