A Sad Love Story | Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi

Ten

*WARNING: There is a tiny triggering scene in this chapter.*

"I want to love and make Seoyeon happy again. Can I do that, Hyung?"

Jungkook stares intensely at Taehyung's picture, waiting for any sign to let him know that he isn't going crazy. And then, he felt a gentle touch on his right shoulder, followed by a light squeeze. It felt like a reassuring warmth to Jungkook. He felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, he let a smile spread upon his face as he touched his shoulder, surprising Taehyung when he felt Jungkook's hand gently covering his own.

"Hyung, you're here with me right now, aren't you? Can I take this as a sign that you've allowed me to love her? I promise I won't let you down. I'll love her and keep her smiling. I will let no more tears fall upon her beautiful eyes. I will keep her happy for the rest of my life. I kneel here with this promise to you, Taehyung Hyung."

Taehyung's eyes glisten upon Jungkook's word and promise to him. He held the promise close to his heart and smiled down at the younger male knowing that he had made the right decision in finding love for Seoyeon.

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Taehyung

Can a ghost and a human become friends? Because as funny and unbelievable as it sounds, that is precisely what was going on between Jungkook and me.

I would spend my time in Seoyeon's room at night, just gently holding her hand while she slept. When Seoyeon's mother was with her in the morning, I would leave to find Jungkook. And as absurd as it seems, Jungkook was never afraid of me, knowing exactly when I would be present. I would open the door to his office or bedroom, and he would turn his head in my direction only to smile before greeting me with a 'Is that you, Taehyung Hyung?' or a 'Hi Hyung, how is your day going so far?'

Any average person who sees Jungkook in these situations will call this man crazy. And as much as I wanted to reply to his greetings, Jungkook couldn't hear me. It got to the point where he came up with a way for us to communicate, one knock on a nearby table or wall close to him would mean 'yes,' a double knock would mean 'no,' and a triple knock would mean 'I don't know.'

I have been going to see Jungkook, but he has also been coming to my grave.

On the morning after Jungkook had first visited me at my resting place, I went to see him at his office. He had asked me what kind of fruits and food I liked to eat and what I wanted to drink. We went through a lot of knocking before he finally found out that I loved Japchae and Jjajangmyeon, strawberries, and drinking Coke when I was still alive. I was curious why he wanted to know about me and not Seoyeonie, but it was hard to communicate that to him, so I knocked while he listed a bunch of food, fruits, and drinks.

That same evening after he had finished his day at work, he went to the store and bought everything that I had mentioned earlier that I loved. At first, I thought he must have just been hungry and wanted a recommendation from me on what to eat after work hours. I brushed it off as not a big deal.

But I was so wrong.

He had brought all my favorite food to my grave and set up an offering for me to feast on. He also bought a bottle of soju and poured me a drink while he drank one with me. That day, I sat next to him, ate the food he set out for me, and drank the whole bottle of soju together with him. I didn't think I could grow any more respect for this man. We developed a close bond with soju and knocking that evening. Jungkook was a good person, and I couldn't be happier with him as the chosen one to love Seoyeon.

It's been a week now, and yet Jungkook would come to visit me at my grave with a little something to snack on or drink before he heads home. He would ask questions about Seoyeon while I knocked on my tombstone to answer him. He had not even seen Seoyeon since he visited the hospital, but he could remember the tiny little details about her in the short time that he's seen her. And every time he found out something new about her, he would smile fondly to himself, taking mental notes in his mind.