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(A/n: chapters have been short and bad lately but please bare with me ik I suck im sorry 😔) "I'm not going." "His mom asked you to be there personally. You haven't been outside in weeks, just-" Jungkook argued in frustration, stopping himself. "Think about it, (Y/n)." He seemed to beg as he closed my door. Taehyung's funeral was in a week. Fuck, that didn't sound real. The disbelief still wrapped my brain every now and then, and no matter what I never found myself dry of any tears. It was wrong. I was making Jungkook look after me and getting mad when he talks about any of the others. Especially Yoongi. He could be dead right now, and I wouldn't know. I wouldn't care. I bet he's sitting somewhere expensive while he distracts himself from his broken life with pretty girls and useless stuff that just took up space in the air. ***Yoongi*** "You're so fucking dead!" "Min Yoongi! Calm your ass down! Just tell her what you saw!" Jimin scolded. He groaned and sat back in his seat, the smile on the woman's face staying the whole time. "Oh, I already know what you saw." She said. "You're housing the Satan spawn!" She smiled wider, and the boys drew back. "No, but he is still there. He's with the girl!" The lady clapped. "Oh, but his intention?" She asked in a strange fashion. Everything about her was strange. The random cottage in the middle of Spain, filled with random and creepy items. But, she was the best. Jimin convinced Yoongi to go here. The crazy fortune teller lady was his great aunt, and was disregarded as the family nutjob, but Jimin remembers her as a safe, loving woman. "His intentions... that's hard, yes..." she put her face in her palms. She yelled, opening her eyes. The boys jumped as she reached for the glass of water in front of her, pouring it down her face. "Go! Go now and she can be saved! She needs the ones closest, the ones that made her who she is. Find them and banish the spawn. Go!" ——— "I'm going." I told Jungkook the night before it was supposed to happen. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't." I said as he made dinner, getting better each day. He looked at me. "You sure?" He asked. I nodded. "Alright." He said as I went over to the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through Netflix, settling with a sitcom that Taehyung and I used to watch. "You didn't cry." Jungkook informed as he sat on the couch, handing me my plate. I looked to him in confusion. "When you said his name, I mean." I thought back, shrugging. "I guess I didn't." I aggressively blinked back the new tears forming in my eyes to prove a point. I heard Jungkook chuckle before leaning onto the armrest as we watched. ——— "You're not wearing that." I deadpanned as Jungkook stepped out. "Why not, just like old times!" He spun in his silk, shiny red suit. "You're not wearing that to Taehyung's funeral, Kook!" I yelled, genuinely upset as he stopped twirling. "I was just joking, I-" "You really think now is a good time to joke about this?" He put his head down. "I wish I had anyone but you here, I really do..." I said as I ran my hand through my hair. "Well sorry for knowing that you can't take care of yourself." He angrily replied. "Yeah, cause you totally had a place to go. Don't pretend that you came here for anything other than a bed to sleep in! You're just selfish, and that's all you'll ever be!" He huffed. "Taehyung wouldn't want us to fight today.." "Taehyung would still be alive today if it wasn't for you!" I slammed my hands on the table. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM!" Jungkook's eyes glowed a deep red, his teeth sharp as his body distorted into a bigger, builter shape. I couldn't breath as I felt the life drain from my body, from the room. It made me nauseous as he slowly changed back, looking away. He brought his hand to his face as he wiped away a tear. "Have fun at Taehyung's funeral."
