blue altruism → jin-centric

falling petal

TW // physical harm

...

“Hello? Seokjin, where are you?” Serim asked immediately by the second Seokjin answered the call.

“Still in the car.”

“Okay, okay, it's clear and can you see the path in the corner left?” Seokjin hummed a reply, “Walk through there. Your father's funeral is just near, the area beside it.”

The singer's breathing hitched after he thanked the woman and ended the call. He's going to see his family, the ones who ruined him, who stripped him off his name, who destroyed his childhood.

The cap doesn't even look good when he's wearing a suit. What kind of ridiculousness he's in? He can't even go to the funeral by himelf. He can only hide behind the shadows.

Shrugging off the suit jacket, he walked with shaking legs and a dry throat. Seokjin kept his head lowered and peeked through the opening of the grounds where the funeral is held.

Black coffin. Grey skies. Crying families. White flowers.

Seokjin can feel a small amount of humor in his heart. Hot tears silently flowed, matching the gloomy atmosphere of the area.

He's anticipating for this. He smiled, cried, and laughed. Like a crazy man.

He was already insane, so why should he care?

The picture of his father hit him with a pain of disgust and rage. The man was grinning and grey strands of hair were prominent on the photo. It's framed with gold paint, and Seokjin clenched his fists at the fact.

He deserved to be dragged across the mud of his own crimes. That man never deserved a great funeral.

How can people grieve without knowing that his father had done inhumane things?

Wiping his tears with his damp sleeve, he gulped down a loud sob. His father died. The bastard died. His monster died. Both of his parents are already gone.

It wasn't even a second before a slap echoed in the area and Seokjin can feel a stinging pain on his cheek. He looked up to see his uncle standing in front of him with so much rage, raining slaps after each addition.

It hurt so bad. Seokjin cried out and tried to run away. Why why why why why why—

“You fucking brat! Why did you come back?!” the man shouted, causing a scene in the funeral. “We don't want to see you ever again!”

“S-Stop, please,” he weakly pleads against the throbbing power on his face. Seokjin can hear Serim's voice soothing his uncle, halting the hand from coming in touch with his cheeks, and he took it as a chance to run away.

That's the only thing he has done in his life, right?

He crashed inside his car, hitting the steering wheel with his anger and grudge. Sobs were escaping his mouth, fists clutching the wheel as it turned white. Seokjin felt suffocated.

Taking off the cap, he threw it somewhere and continued to cry. His heart was wrenching as he gripped his hair.

He's truly crazy for attending the monster's funeral.

...

“Hyung? Where are you?” Seokjin giggled at the obvious sleep-deprived tone that belonged to the eldest rapper. He swayed like the thin branches, the cold air of the upcoming winter chilling his body. “Hyung?”