BTS Kidnapped

Part Twenty-Seven

Summary:

Tissues, people. TISSUES!!! *ugly sobs*

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T/N: KOREAN VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Here are the new words we used this chapter!

· Eomeoni: Mother

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[Seoul, South Korea]

June 13th, 2016 was the day that officially marked the end of an era. It was unbearably hot...and humid. The weather was consistent for the time of year, but more fittingly, the rain reflected the hearts of millions. It was as if the angels in Heaven themselves were crying for the seven souls the world had lost.

Bangtan Sonyeondan had officially been declared dead by the South Korean government and a joint funeral was now underway for the members. Where once had been sunshine and laughter and joy, only darkness and despair remained. Everywhere you looked, people sat in a heartbreaking silence, tears streaming down their faces as they stared at seven empty coffins that should not yet be, and wondered where it all went wrong.

'Why,' the people asked. 'What did they do to deserve this fate?'

The world was not mourning the loss of an idol group or celebrities. They were mourning the loss of brothers, confidants, sons, and friends. Seven souls so pure and giving that they had managed to touch people they had never even met with just a few simple words of understanding and hope.

Jamsil Olympic Stadium had opened its doors, free of charge, to accommodate the thousands of people expected to attend the memorial from all over the world. News stations worldwide had been granted permission to broadcast the event, and a lottery had been created to hand out tickets. With seats reserved for high ranking officials, members of the entertainment community, family, friends, and news outlets, it was expected that roughly 69,000 fans would be granted entrance into the venue with another 20,000 expected to gather in the streets.

ARMY's most beautiful moment had come to a violent and unimaginable end.

The funeral for Bangtan Sonyeondan had begun. The families had banded together and agreed that it would be one service for all seven. They had been together in life and so they would be together in death. As there were no bodies returned to them for burial, a large picture of each member was carried in by a pallbearer chosen by Hitman and the families.

Inside the stadium, the atmosphere was silent as the crowd sat in a numb denial of what they were about to witness. Seven well-dressed men made their way up a center aisle, each one holding a picture of a member of BTS, carrying it to the appropriate empty coffin and sitting it on a stand.

Although the families of each member were numb in their shared grief, they could not help but be touched by the outpouring of love being shown to their sons. Nothing could give them back what had been taken from them, but there was some comfort in the knowledge that their sons had touched so many lives around the world, and that they would never be forgotten.

A group of idols from some of the biggestentertainment companies in South Korea walked onto the stage carryingmicrophones and moved to stand behind the seven coffins. Then they began tosing. If not for the sound system within the stadium, the cries of allthe fans attending would have drowned out BTS' 'Butterfly' being sung.

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Don't think of anything

Don't say anything, not even a word