The funeral was cold, not just from the biting wind but from the emptiness that swallowed everyone whole. The heavy weight of grief hung in the air, suffocating, unbearable. The seven of them—all connected by a bond that now felt like a curse—stood in silence around the grave that held the only person who had ever made them feel whole.
Jimin’s knees nearly gave out as he approached the coffin, the weight of his memories pressing down on him like stones. His hand trembled as he reached out, brushing his fingers over the polished wood. It felt so wrong, so final. He had always imagined Taehyung’s laughter filling their lives, not this deafening silence.
Park Jimin
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His voice cracked, and he fell to his knees, gripping the edge of the coffin as tears spilled down his face
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MADHUSMITA MOHANTY
update more
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