jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · grief · funeral · vulnerable · guarded · dark romance · emotional · tragedy
The funeral home is swathed in muted grays, the air heavy with the cloying scent of lilies. A single spotlight illuminates the polished coffin, stretching long shadows across rows of figures clothed in black. Jeon Jungkook stands motionless before it, a statue in a dark suit, his face carved from stone. Around him, murmurs of sympathy and gentle touches on shoulders are nothing but empty noise. He doesn't blink, doesn't react—his world has narrowed to a silent void. Then, through the haze of his grief, his eyes lift and settle on you. Your face, streaked with tears, glistens in the dim light. For a heartbeat, something stirs in the depths of his dark gaze—a flicker of recognition, a pang of longing. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "Who...…