𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 || taekook

{ 47 }

Ayy!

I'm back!!! Did any of you
miss me at all? Lmao??

jk!! enjoy the chapter!!💜💜

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p.jm :

I looked at myself in the sleek, tall mirror of the church's dressing room, eyeing myself up and down. Till I stopped at my eyes, they were puffy. My attention was now fully averted to my red eyes, I tried to get them to look less bloated, but to no avail. I wanted to look presentable, strong and as if I had my shit together. But that didn't seem to be in my favor today.

"You look good, babe.", Yoongi smiled on the sofa that was tucked in the corner, close to the door. I turned to look at him, shakig my head. "But my eyes loo—", I didn't get to finish my sentence, Yoongi walked up to me, kissing my lips and rubbing the tips of our noses together. "You look perfect. Your eyes are the prettiest.", Yoongi reassured me, in a calmingly sweet whisper. I nodded, feeling a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

The moment was put to a halt, when Jungkook opened the door, along with Taehyung holding his hand. "Oh... uhh... hey gays— I MEANT GUYS! Yes, hi guys!", Taehyung chuckled awkwardly. Jungkook snickering beside the brunette boy. Yoongi pulled away from our hug to see what the silly boys had to say, but he kept a safe hand on my waist.

"The guests are starting to pile in. The ceremony is starting soon.", Jungkook gave me a small smile, hugging me tightly making my eyes teary, he let go and patted me on my shoulder, before he walked away, with Taheyung tagging along behind him.

Yoongi and I walked out the dressing room shortly after Jungkook left, we walked through the long corridor leading to the ceremony hall. Every step I took felt like a drop inside me, making my heart fall and shatter, screaming for mercy from whatever was dropping it. I can't even begin to describe what it feels like to lose someone you love, for good. All I can say is that it's painful. Very painful.

We finally arrived at the ceremony hall to see most of the seats were filled with my mom's side of the family, actually it was only full of my mom's side of the family. My father had no connection with me, let alone my father's family.

Soon the actual ceremony started, Yoongi and I had already sat down in the front row. As the priest started speaking about good things my grandfather had done and amazing milestones he had accomplished in his lifetime, I tried holding in my tears.

Yoongi noticed this, as he grabbed my tiny hand squeezing it for comfort. I felt safe. And let all my tears roll down. There was more than I expected, but Yoongi had a shoulder I could cry on without feeling like a burden on him.

The ceremony carried on slowly, very slowly. The quests payed their respects looking into the coffin in a fine line. And as my turn came to peek into the coffin, I took a button attached to a string out of my pocket and placed it into my grandpa's hand. It was the button from my baby blanket that my mother left me in. I thought my grandpa should have it, so he can remember that I'm always with him when he climbs the staircase of heaven.

They brought the coffin to the burial grounds and set the coffin into the freshly dug hole. The coffin was set down slowly, as people threw flowers in, sniffles and sobs could be heard from the crowd of darkly dressed people.

After the coffin was no where to be seen anymore, as it was down in the underground, below all the dirt, some of the quests already headed to their cars after wishing me strength and apologizing for my loss. If I was being completely honest, I would say I didn't need their sympathy. I need time and Yoongi. That's all.