Not a single hot blooded man had uttered a word to you since Jin’s death, not even Minho, Jin’s biological brother. You didn’t know how many times you’d cried yourself into hysteria, or how many times his final declaration of love flooded your brain. The manor house was cold and quiet, like the sunshine and laughter had been ripped away from a once beautiful playground. Jimin hadn’t spoken to you since your return that night, Taehyung had to carry you in his arms as he jogged back to the manor house through the trees, you couldn’t move your body a single inch after witnessing your beloved brother die. Jackson, Yugyeom, Bambam and Jaebum had kept their distance from you, you’d only seen Jaebum once when sneaking back inside after a night out with a girl on his arm. And then there was Minho; he couldn’t even look at you, he blamed you for Jin’s death and the thought alone was enough to send sparks of grief and even guilt through your cold body.
Today was the funeral.
Smoothing out the material of your black mid-thigh length dress you exhaled slowly, mentally building up the courage to go downstairs. As the outside world didn’t know the truth behind Jimin’s company, it meant that they were ignorant to the truth behind the car explosion too, in fact, nobody knew that the explosion was linked to Jimin at all. Taehyung had told the media that Jin died of an underlying heart condition nobody was aware of, and specified that his funeral was limited to invitation only. Everybody loved Jin, even those who didn’t really know him.