Death.

An ugly word which represented an ugly event, an event which was, as you see in movies, usually accompanied by a ray of rain, rain emitting from the large skies above, or emitting from the ocean deep eyes of mourning humans; no matter how much you tried to twist the meaning of death, it always came down to it being a miserable event, represented by grey skies, rainy clouds, misery and a great deal of unhappiness. Namjoon, being a person of logic, was never one to go against such definition, but today, oh today, today was a special day.

Initially, Namjoon didn't know how to react, as he first saw his mother's corpse, right next to their bride's limp body. His mind, which was trained to always look for explications, directly went to what might've happened. Why would the two of them be next to each other? Perhaps, a fight occurred between the two women? He wasn't sure of the reasons, but he was hella sure he was feeling an overwhelming flow of clean happiness.

She was dead, finally.

Coming back to his senses, he eyed as Jin bent down to check their bride's pulse, my pulse, and an expression of relief washed over his once troubled features as he sighed.

"There is a pulse," He declared. Taehyung, curious with the situation, turned towards his eldest brother and quirked up a brow.

"Namjoon-hyung...What do you think might've happened?" He asked, his voice loud and clear, reaching Namjoon's ears without a doubt, even so, only a strangled laugh left the vampire's lips, a slightly psychotic edge to it, perhaps as mad as the one in his eyes.

"She's dead," He recited, and Jin's eyebrows furrowed, "Namjoon-ah-"

"She's dead! Dead! Finally dead!" He repeated, another strangled laugh leaving his lips, "After all this time, she's finally fucking dead," He declared, a distinguished sense of both happiness and somewhat guilt apparent in his voice, Jin slowly approached him, unsure of what was really happening to him, even so, he approached him cautiously.

"Come with me, Namjoon-ah-" Cut off, once again.

"No! I'm not going 'til I burn that bitch's body to the ground!" He declared, his eyebrows furrowing in fury at Jin's statement. He couldn't go anywhere until he watched her body burning in screeching hot fire, even if the said fire wasn't the fiery flames of hell she truly deserved.

"Namjoon, you're not thinking straight," Jin spoke up, rationally, and for once, Yoongi agreed with him.

"Jin-hyung"s right, you're obviously under... denial." He declared nonchalantly, not really uncaring about the situation, but also not wanting to show the immense concern he felt for his cousin, much like Jungkook, who wasn't as concerned as he was curious. Of course, he wasn't insensitive, so he cared for his cousin, but he was even more troubled as to why Namjoon, the most collected one, would react in such... way at his own mother's death. What happened?

Jimin and Taehyung were worried, so was Hoseok, on different scales. Of course, Jimin and Taehyung didn't necessarily love their mother either, but they didn't hate her to the point where they would blandly laugh at her death. Taehyung, being one who couldn't necessarily recall if she was present in his life at all, he recalled seeing her during meal times and such, but he had no clear memory of her. It was as if she were a stranger, just a person he saw in the streets, but never cared to talk to.

For Jimin, it was a slightly more complicated, seeing as he recalled clearly the hurt he felt because of his mother, he recalled, with frightening detail, all the pain she made him go through, even so, he still recalled how she always broke down, crying and begging him for forgiveness at her torturous ways, and he was still so young, even so, he had understood that the woman who had given him life, she had been broken. Mercilessly, ruthlessly, and inhumanely broken by their excuse of a father, a man who declared himself to be of noble blood when he had been so atrociously uncaring of other people's feelings; his companion and offspring's feelings.

Namjoon, oh Namjoon, it was another story. He trusted the fact that it wasn't their mother's fault, but he could never get over how badly he had been treated, she had used him in such a wicked way, such a wrong way, such a disgusting way. She had been so indifferent of his feelings, only taking her own into consideration, and she never thought that he couldn't refuse his mother any requests, the tears in her eyes and the coarseness of her usually nurturing voice, she knew he couldn't say no, and she used that to her own advantage. She was selfish, recklessly so. She deserved every single bad thing that happened to her. Namjoon knew, deep inside, that he didn't mean a single word of that sentence, because he loved his mother, even after everything she might've done, in his mind laid fresh the memory of his three-year-old self playing with toys whilst his mother watched over him with a beautiful smile, a smile worth millions, a smile that his father broke eternally. He was in such a messy state, his breathing quickened visibly, catching the attention of his younger siblings and his eldest cousins.

"Hyung!" Taehyung exclaimed, worry attributed onto his voice, he was honestly starting to worry more for his eldest brother with each second, after all, Taehyung viewed him as the mature fatherly figure he never had, and he counted on him, cared for him, Namjoon was his rock, to say the least, he trusted him with everything, he genuinely believed he wouldn't be able to function without him.

He was dependent on him.

"Namjoon-Hyung... I think you should go upstairs, rest a little," Jimin advised, concern lacing his voice as well. Much like Taehyung, Jimin was quaking in fear, unsure of what would happen if his brother were to lose it, after all, they had such a tight bond together, all seven of them, and if one were to go, the balance of the whole group would shatter in microseconds.

They were all dependent on him.

Namjoon, who was about to oppose, found himself incapable of doing so as his eldest hyung alongside Hoseok, dragged him away with no further speech. Without looking back, the eldest spoke maturely, perfectly hiding the immense worry and fear which was in his voice.

"Jimin, Taehyung, please take (Y/N)-ah back to her room. Jungkook, Yoongi, put... Aunt Ju-Hong's body on the bed in the basement," He instructed, voice remaining straight and clear despite his obvious shakiness from the recent events.

It took a good five minutes for the boys to move after Jin's departure, most of them were far too shocked with all the events to even move, thus regarding Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung, whilst the others were way too busy questioning everything, thus regarding Jungkook and Yoongi. The latter was curious about what happened a few moments earlier, whilst Jungkook wanted to know the past events; Events which, as far as he was concerned, only the hyungs knew about; he'd have to assault Yoongi during their shared task.

The unbearable silence was broken by Jimin, "Do you think she pushed he-" He didn't have the time to finish the sentence before Jungkook shook his head.

"(Y/N)-ah couldn't have, the blood is still liquid, which means that by the time she was heading downstairs, the body was in the procedure of being thrown," He stated, his voice clouded with suspicion.

"Or in the state of falling." Yoongi butt in, his voice low, but acknowledged.

"Why is it important? Aren't you worried about (Y/N)-ah more?" Taehyung questioned, his voice thick with concern and unlimited care.

"Hyung, she's your moth-" Jungkook started, about to remind him that she was his mother, and that he should care, but of course, Taehyung was having none of that.

"So what if she is my mother? I don't remember her," He started, his voice growing lower, dangerously dropping octaves the longer he spoke, his eyes were obviously filled with blame, indignation, and a great deal of chagrin. His cousins, especially Jungkook, failed not to see the immense pain he felt, after all, growing up without a mother was hard, but growing up without a mother whilst she is there is even worse.

"I don't know about Jiminie hyung, or even Namjoon hyung, but to me," He continued, his eyes moving from the bride's peaceful resting face towards his elder brother's face, a defying expression hugging his features.

"It's more like she is a stranger than my mother, as far as I'm concerned, she's basically just a surrogate."

With that, he picked up the bride, stood up, and left, not wanting to keep up the already tense conversation they were sharing; With Jungkook and Yoongi trying to butt into something which didn't necessarily concern them, Jimin trying to push his beliefs onto Taehyung, and Taehyung being far too worried for me to even care about his Hyung's words.

"Yah! Tae-" Jimin started, only to be cut off by Jungkook, whose burning stare was focused on Taehyung. He didn't understand his outburst, but at the same time, he did. To him, Taehyung was being far too childish with the matter at hand, but then again, who was Jungkook to judge? Surely, he had lost his mother in the cruelest of ways, but still, he lived with her, he earned her nurture and basked in her affection, but Taehyung, Taehyung never got to receive the motherliness, attention, and love that they all had; which had obviously affected his future persona greatly.

"Leave him be, Jiminie-hyung."

Yoongi eyed Jungkook with interest, seeing a large amount of hidden care and alarm in Jungkook's stare. Yoongi was never one to pay much attention to the others, thinking that he already knew everything about them, but with my arrival, he couldn't help but feel as if he were starting to learn more about the lads he called family; and he realized he didn't know them at all. After all, Yoongi had always viewed Jungkook as the irresponsible emo kid who simply wanted to rebel, but he realized that perhaps, just maybe, he was wrong about everything, and in all genuineness, he was interested now, he wanted to know everything there was to know. The look in Jungkook's eyes expressed so many feelings, sorrow, anguish, deep exasperation, but also care, responsibility, worry, stress, and profound sentiment.

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat, overwhelmed by both how much Jungkook held in, but also how much he grew. He still recalled him as the whiny crying kid who bawled his eyes out when Troian died, but now, Yoongi had trouble recognizing him. Had he been so focused on his own self that he failed to see just how much the people, he thought he knew best, had changed? Had he been so selfish? Had he been so inattentive that he hadn't noticed the tragic symphony playing in Jungkook's eyes? And couldn't they keep him updated? Of course not, he was not the friendly one who'd welcome you with open arms. He was not Hoseok. Melancholic, really.

"Let's go, Yoongi-hyung." Jungkook declared; picking up the dead corpse in his arms, his eyes never left Taehyung's slowly vanishing back, until it disappeared within the corridors of the house. With no further speech, he rushed inside, not caring if the two of his cousins were joining him. In all honesty, Jungkook admired Taehyung, he cherished him, appreciated him, looked up to him and loved him deeply, without him, Jungkook wouldn't have become the man he was today, without all of them, he wouldn't have grown as spectacularly as he had, he wouldn't have become the person he was.

Even so, to their eyes, it seemed like he never grew, at least that's what Jungkook believed. After all, if they had taken notice of his mental growth, he wouldn't be as confused as he was right now, he would have some sort of insight, they would've told him something, but no, to them, he was always the one to count on them, the opposite was nothing but a speculation; it would never happen. In their eyes, he was still the innocent Jungkook he was when that bitch died. He would never be that person, the one who led and was followed, the one who told and was listened to. He was not Namjoon.

Shitty, really.

Jimin's eyebrows rose, as he turned to Yoongi, only to find him still stood there, watching Jungkook's back, much like the latter was doing seconds ago to Taehyung, and Jimin couldn't help the small shock that overtook him. It was slightly wavering seeing how much Jungkook and Yoongi truly had in common, and he couldn't help the small glint of sadness that overtook him. It might've seemed like the worst moment to fall into the abyss of insecurity, but Jimin couldn't help it. Seeing what a great person Yoongi was, and Jungkook following through his steps, it was, well, depressing. Jimin had spent a lifetime trying to be the best, only to be noticed, only to be approved of, but it seemed like no matter what he achieved, what he went through and what he lived, he could never compare to any of his siblings or cousins.

Jimin had settled a long time ago that he was the second choice and that perhaps, he wasn't as good as he deemed himself to be in certain aspects of life. After all, he wasn't as good as Jin in cooking, he lacked in piano skills, unlike Yoongi-hyung, he couldn't dance as well as Hoseok, he had no sense of leadership, unlike his eldest brother, he was no compare to Taehyung in acting skills, and he was weak, unlike his younger cousin. Honestly, Jimin felt lost within them, after all, he was so different from them, and that was perhaps why his mother had treated him so badly, surely, she apologized to him and bawled her eyes out, but maybe, she was merely bringing the truth to light, uncovering the sickening lies that he believed dearly, after all, he lacked, and he realized it. He was not Jin, he was not Yoongi, he was not Hoseok, he was not Namjoon, he was not Taehyung, and he was not Jungkook. He was only Jimin.

Destructive, really.

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to see that his hyung had left, and basking in his own misery, Jimin walked inside, deciding to just follow up to Taehyung, not like he could add anything, honestly. Even so, as he bathed in the dark thoughts his heartache brought down on him, he disallowed himself to cry, after all, he couldn't be selfish, not now, not when his brothers needed him the most, he needed to be with them, even if he was no compare to their amazing selves, he wouldn't allow them to end up like his mother had; he didn't want them to end up attempting what his mother had achieved, because he knew, he knew she had ended her life; after giving him, his eldest and youngest brothers, life.

A tear, a singular, lonely tear escaped Jimin's eye before he broke down into a mess of tears and sobs, the pain of his insecurity and the agony resulting of his mother's death washing over him and taking over every inch of his currently weak body. He fell onto the steps, despair, and anguish framing his whole body as he let out sob after sob. How could he have been so dumb and blind? His mother had obviously brought this down on herself. It was as clear as the morning sky; she looked peaceful, too peaceful to have been killed, her aura held a special sense of harmony, almost as if she was finally in truce with herself, finally in tranquility with herself, after giving herself death. She killed herself, seeking calmness and amity that he failed to make her feel whenever she came up to him, crying her eyes out. How could he? She was his mother, and he couldn't even comfort her properly, he had caused this, and it was now drilled onto his mind in bright golden letters as he laid there, desperately clutching on his bright blonde locks, his eyes bloodshot from the tears, tears which now stained his face, dirtied his beautiful and mesmerizing features with traces of undeserved unhappiness.

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"I'm sorry, Jiminie honey."

She spoke, her eyes already filled with a sheer coat of priceless tears and Jimin wiped his tears away, but their flow never ended, his sobs becoming louder with every second.

"I j-just don't get why y-you did it, m-mama! I c-could've d-died in the water!" He argued once more, his voice raising slightly and the woman beside him approached him carefully, getting closer once she noticed he was not flinching.

Pulling his small growing body towards her, she hugged him tightly, stroking his brown hair, brown hair which matched his father's perfectly, but she had to understand that he was her son, not her husband. A silent tear left her eyes and she hugged him tighter, feeling even more guilt as the young preteen wrapped his arms around her, seeking comfort and affection. She carefully stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head an endless amount of time before she whispered out the magic words.

"I'm sorry, Jiminie. I'm so sorry."

"Look at me, hey, look at me," She requested, which he followed, and he found himself lost in the nurture and love of her eyes, it was like his mother shifted personalities, but even so, he found himself crying even more as she looked at him, tears filling her own yellow orbs.

"I love you, Jimin, sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, so much, you're my son, and I love you," She declared, stroking his cheek.

"You're my blood, Jimin, and you're my little sweetheart, without you, I wouldn't be here anymore, you're my reason to live, honey, Jimin, you're my little ChimChim." She offered him a light smile, and he smiled back, through the barriers his tears represented, he could see the sincerity in her eyes, he could view the love and affection she felt for him, her child, and he lost himself in the love and motherliness she gave him, he hugged her tightly and she responded. That was the side of her he loved, the nurturing side which cared for him and loved him dearly.

But for some reason, Jimin's sobs only heightened at the sound of those words, and despite his shaking body, he managed to whisper out that he forgave her, she was his mother, the woman who gave him life, and he loved her, believed in her and genuinely viewed her as someone good, it was all because of their father. She would've never have tried to kill him if it weren't for their father driving her to the edge of insanity. His biggest mistake was that instead of picking up his companion from that edge and slowly pulling her to him, he simply threw her, careless of the repercussions that would have on his offspring, on his children, on his blood and veins.

"I forgive you, mama, I forgive you," He spoke through his thick sobs, the latter shadowing the fact that deep inside, deep in his heart, he didn't forgive his mother. He didn't forgive his mother at heart.

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Deeper into the mansion, the Maknae set the dead body atop the slightly dusty, but majestic nonetheless, bed, watching intently as Yoongi seemed to explore the body for some type of trace for murder, of course, the latter wasn't dumb, it was an obvious suicide, but he didn't want to process that just yet, he had great hopes and wishes that this, this was everything but a suicide.

"Yoongi-hyung, you know it's a sui-" The eldest vampire didn't even let the other complete his sentence before he shushed him.

"Maybe it's not, maybe something happened, maybe-"