Jungkook's Little Sister Imagines

I Love You | 10

tw // sensitive content ahead, mentions of shooting and blood. please read with caution.

Mourning over your sudden death with a somber smile and a somber expression in his face, Jungkook tried to plaster a strong expression in his face as he doesn't want to break down in front of his relatives whom visited your funeral.

Wearing a black tuxedo and a black long-sleeved button down shirt underneath it paired with black slacks. His black shoes to complete the look as he swallowed the forming lump in his throat and the tears burning his eyes.

Tugging at the neatly done necktie around his collar as he felt choked by it. Though that it's now loosened, he couldn't help but to still feel choked not by the tie but with his tears and sadness that's pooling in him.

He can't still accept the fact that you're gone, that you're not going to be there anymore to bug and annoy him, to ask him for help with your school works or to simply be there just for him,

you always have his back whenever he needs someone to rely on, you always lend your shoulder for him to cry on whenever things get too overwhelming. Though he's older, you acted as if you're older than him sometimes.

Gnawing on his lower lip as he looked up and saw the picture frame with you smiling ever so brightly. Your picture frame being surrounded by lilies and chrysanthemums from the visitors who came by to give respect to the Jeon family.

Seeing your smile in the picture frame made a tear roll down his cheek, not even bothering to wipe it as people started to look at him with pitiful eyes and expressions, mumbling apologies and condolences to him.

He felt mad, angry.

Though he knows those series of sorry's and condolences were to give respect, he still felt mad. He doesn't need one sorry or anything because it wouldn't even help to bring you back to life, back in his arms,

He wanted to see your bright smile again, he wanted to hear your contagious laugh again, he wanted to see how your eyes reduce to crescents whenever you're feeling happy.

He wants to see you again.

Looking down as his fists balled, turning into a milky-white color due to the tight grip it's in. Roughly tucking his lower lip under his upper lip, he tried his best not to cry though all he wanted to do was to burst out all his tears, scream out of anger and agony, he wanted to shout why it has to be you,

Why it has to be the kindest and most angelic girl he know, why it has to be the prettiest flower in his eyes, why it has to be his little sister that he loves the most,

Why does it have to his Princess that he loves the most?

Suddenly, someone pulled him away from the room as that certain someone gently pushed Jungkook into the wall. Making him lean back onto the wall as the latter looked up, meeting a pair of small eyes that he recognized as one of his bestfriends,

Park Jimin.

"H—Hyung..." he stuttered as a choked sob left past his lips, head bowing down low as the tears that he's been holding in for more than an hour or two has finally rolled down his cheeks like a dam leaking. 

He was physically, mentally and emotionally hurt by your sudden passing. He doesn't want to let you go yet, nor others doesn't want you to go yet. They want to spend more time with you, hang out with you as you're this bright ball of sunshine that spreads a positivity around.

The prominent dark circles under his eyes showed how much he has cried, grieved from your death. His lips that were used to be all plump are now cracked and all dried from not taking care of himself properly the past few days.