I am sad this has come to an end BUT I will surely make a spin-off for all you love's who enjoyed this Imagine :) Thank you <3 ~ f_priestly
- 2 Years Later -
"I don't want to go to the funeral," Y/N sat on Jungkook's bed, not moving from where she planted herself, "How many times do I have to say it?" Her voice was soft and broken.
Yoongi walked over to her, sitting right beside where she was laying. He placed his hand on her head and offered her a small smile, "Everyone is waiting for you to show up, Y/N.." He whispered now, "Please?" He tilted his head at her.
Y/N closed her eyes as she sat up, "Yoongi.." She whispered as she looked at him, "I can't do this. After everything I have been through and what he did to me..." She held her face in her hands.
Yoongi then hugged her tightly, placing his chin on her head, "Come along, it'll be alright." He stood up, grabbing her hand as he did so.
He slowly pulled her to her feet and to the door of Jungkook's bedroom. He walked slowly and steadily, making sure not to rush the young girl.
He opened his Cadillac doors, helping her in. He closed them, climbing into the driver seat, starting the SUV, and pulling out the driveway. Jungkook's car and Hoseok's cars were already gone.
The two boys who took them left her, knowing she wasn't ready.
She looked out the window, thinking about everything that happened to her for her whole life. She went through pain, heartbreak, love, and everything else a girl could dream of.
And yet, here she is, broken down and bruised over something normal in life.
She felt her heartbreak over and over; her chest was heavy. She couldn't breathe straight anymore.
She saw the funeral home and she broke down in tears, hiding her face between her legs as she curled up into a ball in Yoongi's seats.
He parked the car, getting out, slamming his door shut and locking it. He then walked over to Y/N's side, opening her door and taking off her seatbelt.
Y/N turned to look at him as he kneeled down at her, placing his head on her thigh, tilting his head.
She wiped her tears as she coughed, "Does God hate me?" She whispered as she looked into Yoongi's eyes. From the teacher she knew years ago, he changed drastically. He was no longer stone cold.
He actually showed that he cared now. His hair was no longer green, but blonde.
He smiled as he stood up, kissing her forehead, "If he hated you, he wouldn't have had Jungkook get you out of that house. If he heated you, you wouldn't be where you are now." He then wiped the rest of her tears away as he helped her out the car. He held her hand and started to walk to the doors.
Y/M walked behind him, looking at the funeral home. It was red, black, and gold. She took in a deep breath, seeing cars everywhere. Some people were from America. They were her father's people.
Once they entered the doors, hundreds of people looked at them. Yoongi simply walked towards the front slowly, pulling Y/N behind him. She looked to see Hoseok sitting with Jin.
After two years, they had grown close and had gotten together.
On the other side were Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung. Taehyung looked the most upset and he had reason to be.
Y/N knew he had a good heart and hated funerals since his little sister died six years ago. After her death, he slept with Jungkook's girlfriend, Jennie Kim.
Jungkook wasn't sitting in a booth.
Yoongi let her go in the center of the funeral home and let her hand go. He turned and kissed her forehead, wiping away the water left on her cheeks.
He then nodded at her as he held her face gently, "You can do this, I know you can. Jungkook knows you can. We all do." He then let her go, smiling as he made his way to sit beside Namjoon.
She took in a deep breath as she continued to walk. She didn't wear black. She was dressed in pure white. She was dressed in the dress her father beat her in the day Jungkook rescued her.
She let her head fall down as she got to the front of the room, the open casket right there before her.
She was in charge of seeing him first and giving everyone her blessing to come forward and pay their respects. She wanted Jungkook by her side at that very moment.
She felt broken and she wanted to collapse into his arms. She wanted him to love her and help her through this.
She closed her eyes as she took a small step forward. Her eyes started to water again. She then stopped as she looked in the casket. And the tears started to pour down her cheeks.
She covered her mouth as she held onto the casket, not wanting to fall over. She then placed her hand in the casket, touching Jungkook's face.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes remembering the night he died three days ago.
It hit her like a ton of bricks. It was her fault. She placed her other hand on her stomach and whispered, "We'll get through this." She took in a deep breath as the nightmare kept haunting her.
She then bent in the casket and kissed his cold lips. Her tears fell on them, wetting them. They weren't chapped and they seemed to be alive; along with him. But she knew they weren't.
She bit her lip once more as she backed away from the casket and slowly dropped to her knees, curling into a ball as she hid her face in her knees.
She felt a hand on her back and she looked up to see Yoongi kneeling beside her. Taehyung and Jimin were in front of her. Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok were behind her.
As Yoongi helped her stand up, they all embraced her in a large hug. They didn't care what people were thinking.
They cared that Y/N was hurting.
Y/N then felt Yoongi grip her tighter than the other, holding her close into him. He was warm and cold, and nothing about him was hard. He was soft and plush like.
Everyone then let her go, along with Yoongi.
That's when Y/N looked at Jungkook one last time, "I love you, Jeon Jungkook." She let her fingers linger on his cheek. She then pulled away, turning and walking down the aisle.
The ring on her finger shining brighter than before.