Jungkook oneshots

𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀: 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

Jia and Liam were now at the cemetery. She had dressed simply—an oversized light brown sweatshirt and a loose, off-white knee-length skirt that fluttered faintly with the wind. As soon as the car halted, Jia pushed open the door and rushed out, her steps filled with urgency. Liam called after her, gently, telling her to slow down, but she didn't pause. When they reached the grave, Jia knelt down quietly. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the cold, simple slab. Her eyes burned as tears welled up, spilling before she could stop them. The weight in her chest felt heavier than ever as memories surged forward—the laughter, the games, the warmth of a boy who had once been her best friend, her comfort, her shield from the world. A sigh slipped from her lips, barely a whisper.

"Life... it really takes turns no one can ever understand, right?" Liam settled beside her, quietly, and gently patted her head in support. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and glanced at him. "Why doesn't Jungkook's grave have a name stone?" she asked softly. Liam looked at the grave, his voice even but slightly restrained. "There's very little space left now. Graveyards here can't keep permanent stones anymore... so once the grave is pulled back down, the space can be reused. They stopped name engravings for that reason." Jia nodded slowly, her voice heavy with quiet sorrow. "South Korea's been struggling with burial space for a long time..." she murmured. Her lips trembled slightly. "At least... they didn't put him in a decomposition capsule." Liam kissed her knuckles gently and whispered, "Let's go now."

At first, Jia didn't want to. Her body felt anchored to the earth near the grave. But eventually, she stood, reluctantly brushing off her skirt, and walked silently with Liam toward the car. Just before they reached it, Jia paused. Her voice was soft but firm. "I want to visit one more place." Liam turned to her, his brows gently furrowed. "Where?" Jia held out her hand. "Give me the car keys. I'll drive." Liam looked at her for a moment, then quietly handed her the keys with a hum of agreement.

Jia gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as she drove, her eyes scanning the road ahead while her heart pulled her toward the street that once held so many warm memories. It had been their favorite spot—hers, Jungkook's, and Liam's. The narrow stretch once lined with colorful stalls, sizzling pans, and the mouth-watering aroma of spicy tteokbokki, hot corn dogs, and fish cake skewers. Her lips parted slightly as she turned the final corner. But it wasn't the same. Glass buildings rose tall where laughter used to echo. Sleek cafés had replaced the food stalls. A crane loomed overhead, and the once-chaotic but homely food street was buried beneath layers of development. Jia slowly pulled the car over and parked on the side. She stared out, her eyes slowly growing glassy. She didn't speak for a moment. Then she wiped her cheek with her sleeve and whispered with a broken smile, "I wanted to eat the street food here before leaving... but even that little request can't be fulfilled now."

Liam sighed softly beside her, brushing her hair away from her face. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, gentle and reassuring. "I know where the corn dog street man takes his cart now," he murmured. "It's a few blocks down—by the riverfront near the second bus stop. I'll guide you, yeah?" Jia looked at him for a moment, eyes blinking through quiet gratitude, and then nodded. "Okay. Let's go." She started the car again, and with Liam directing, they drove through the shifting cityscape, past new shops and familiar alleys. When they finally reached the riverside, the sky had softened into evening. And there, just as Liam had promised, stood the same corn dog cart with its small yellow umbrella. The old man behind it smiled kindly, flipping battered hot dogs in his fryer. Jia stepped out and walked toward it, breathing in the nostalgic scent that hit her like a wave. She took a bite, the crispy crunch and sweet-salty taste overwhelming her in the best way. Her eyes stung again—not from sadness this time, but a strange, aching comfort.