Widow to the Businessman
Member: Vernon ft. Jungkook
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 1.2k
TW: Mentions of death
A/N: a mafia au (??) thing that idk if i’ll ever continue
The mourning lilies his mother gave you the week he died didn’t live long enough to reach his funeral. You let them sit out on the front porch until the July heat sweltered them into a mess of brown leaves topped off with pitiful flowers that hung dependently on weak stems. It was pathetic; it was a perfect representation of how a widow like you should feel, some sort of tragic beauty. Pathetic tragic beauty, more or less.
If you would have known when you first met Hansol Chwe (or as he referred to himself, Vernon) in your sophomore year that he would have drug you through all this shit, you would have never introduced yourself. But when you thought back to that day— the way he looked as a lifeguard, how he seemed the most carefree out of anyone you had ever seen, how easily all your problems seemed to drift away when you were around him— it seemed your love was inevitable. You knew in the grand scheme of life in this galaxy, neither of you mattered and his death did not even mean enough to be a blip on the radar of importance, but you couldn’t help but feel there was something bigger that willed the two of you together. Which is why you were so surprised when he decided to go off and die.