Game Of Thorns

Nine

(A/N-Please listen to the music while reading!)

He rested his head against the window of his car as the driver drove towards the graveyard. The rain poured heavily, cool breeze blew outside. Not a hint of sunshine, dressed in his black suit he slowly got down from his car and walked towards the six graves. "Sir please stand under the umbrella", the old driver walked up to him holding an umbrella. He refused to use it and sat down on a chair beside his parents. The paparazzi continuously fired him with questions but his mind ventured somewhere else. 

"Namjoon?" his father wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer to him, "It's going to be fine my son". Namjoon rested his head against his father's shoulder as eyes blankly stared at the six coffins, a silent Yeontan whom he couldn't recognize and Gukmul sat on Jin's mother's palm with its ears dropped down. The pain that the were bearing was unbearable. "Mr. Namjoon would you mind to speak a few words?" the priest asked him. Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim gave him a small nod as a sign of assurance.

He walked up to the podium and left a sigh filled with grief. "Mr. Namjoon! Why were you so selfish to let Jungkook and all the other members die?" a reporter popped her head up...Namjoon had no reply, the guards tried their best to shove them outside. He lifted his head and tried his best to control his tears, "Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I would like to mention that I was not in a position to write down a speech. So whatever I will be saying today will be said from the deepest corners of my heart. A few days back I had imagined that as soon as BTS disbands and we return from army, we'll be busy with our work and busy attending each other's marriage ceremonies, our children's birthdays and enjoying each and every anniversary of our group, spending time with our ARMY. Well it seems like everything is not possible", he pressed his lips showing his dimples. 

"I would like to start off with Jin", he said as he walked down the podium and approached his brother lying inside the wooden box, "Mam", he smiled at his mother, "You had given birth to an amazing man. He was an important member of the group, very important indeed", he looked at her once again as she covered her face with her palm trying to hide her crying face. "Hey Jin! I will miss your dad jokes. The food you cooked was far better than the one cooked by my mom. You know what?" he said as he gazed his brother's name engraved on the coffin, "You really deserved the 'Worldwide handsome' title. You deserved the best girl, the best of everything. Do you remember those days when we used to go for a karaoke night? You almost burst your veins while hitting that high note. Epiphany is incomplete without you. I will miss you terribly mom. Whenever I was sick and didn't feel like eating, you used to feed me. You even slapped my butt once because I was not having my medicines. Who will give ARMYs savage replies on social medias? Jin...Why did you leave me? I am alone, with whom will I share my secrets, who will crack dad jokes for me now so that I can smile a bit? It's tough to stretch my lips", he rubbed his tears and moved on to Suga's coffin.

"Min Yoongi or shall I say the little meow meow. I entered your studio yesterday night, but you were not there. I waited for sometime but then I realised that you won't comeback ever, never ever. That studio will remain empty, forever. Who will give me solutions to my problems? No one. I didn't want to knock on your door today, because I thought that you're not there and the room is empty. You're not with me anymore No one can your place. You wanted to die before joining this group but still suffered from depression, now you left for real.  When you passed away I had lost even that last ray of hope. Didn't you want to win the Grammy award? But I cannot hold you back. Rest in peace brother", he bit his lower lip as a drop of tear rolled down his cheek.

He then walked towards Hoseok's coffin, " 'I am your hope! Your angel, J-Hope!' But now there is no J-Hope, no angel, no hope. I wanted to see your smiling face today so I searched for some pictures of yours, but those are nothing like your real smile. I wish my teeth were as beautiful as yours. You were an amazing dancer, vocalist and a rapper, but more than that you were an amazing brother. The cleanliness freak, the way you used to scold us when we kept our rooms untidy. Today I paid a last visit to our practice room where you used to practice your dancing skills day and night, but it was empty today. There was no sound of music, you weren't there to dance to a beat. Your exercises were tiring but better than I ones I used to do at school. ARMY misses you terribly Hobi...It was terrible when I watched you..." he moved on to Jimin's coffin.