"A pulchritudinous flower vase of my dreams,
Was meant to be shattered in reality.
I wish the flowers blossom again,
I wish the vase, live again."

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[A/N POV]

It was the coldest day of winter. Cold breeze blowing harshly along with heavy rain as if it is an invitation to a big storm.

Everyone was covered with warm furs, their eyes glistening due to warm tears, white roses in their hands. Heavy flashes of camera made the surroundings almost blur, the place was filled with people, fans, media, celebrities , politicians. Everyone appeared to be fitted in a black hole.

Almost everyone's eyes were filled with tears. There stood six young men all in black. Their eyes swollen due to constant tears flushing from their moist eyes, cheeks red due to the cold weather. Naturally, their state was miserable.

All we could hear is the sobs and cries of the people who came to pay their last rites to the late superstar Jeon Jungkook.

"The superstar Jeon Jungkook committed suicide last night by slitting his wrist. He was charged with the highly anticipated drug case and rape of a minor. This might be a cause for him to take such step." A reporter announced emotionlessly from mic towards the camera filming the doleful moment.

"ARMY is in shock and other members of BTS and his family can be seen shedding tears for almost three hours by now. Artists from other companies could also be seen paying their last rites to the late star. There has been a shortage of flowers in South Korea as almost everyone has flooded the crematory. Miss Sua the artist under YJN Entertainment has also arrived." Another reporter continued.

The flashes and cameras never leaving the superstar alone- even after death. Life as a celebrity, filled with glamour, filled with opulence, filled with millions of cameras always following, filled with loneliness.

All the news reporters and the cameras turned towards the person of attention, Sua and a bombarding of a million unexplainable questions started.

"Miss Sua , Miss Sua! Please answer our questions! Were you really dating late Mr. Jeon as the rumors say? If yes ,did you break up because of the scandals? Why-" A correspondent asked not caring about her state at all.

Sua was surrounded by the crowd who did not even let her walk, journalists bugging her with tons of questions. She appeared like a crying mess.

"Sir, we request you to give her some space , please! Excuse us." Her bodyguard begged apprehensively, shielding her from the flooding crowd.

They somehow escaped the crowd only to get welcomed by the loud sobs and cries of the utterly devastated woman screaming crazily whatever comes in her mind.

"Why? Why did you do this?! I love you Jeon Jungkook ! How can you leave me like this? Its all my fault, we were made to break up because of those rumors but I know they are false!" She spoke anxiously and took pauses in between trying her best to sound sane.

"How will I live without you?!" She screamed.

"Miss the reporters are hearing you-" The guard spoke, a chill running down his spine in the fear of getting things revealed.

"Let them hear! Seriously you are thinking of image even after doing all this?! I lost my Jungkook because of you guys!" She yelled like a lunatic.

"Only if you had let me stay with him , this would never had happened! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She squealed loud enough for the media to hear like they were waiting for the tea to get spilled.

"It is confirmed that Ms. Sua and Mr. Jeon were dating- she's coming!" Reporters started doing their work regardless of the sadistic situation, like robos.

After almost half an hour of a hurdle between thousands of people, Sua finally came back after constantly pulling by her guards and manager as they knew they are a dead if Sua speaks more of the details.

They somehow made her walk past the huge crowd surrounded by reporters and all kinds of people from different walks of life and she went away in her car. The people still crying their eyes out, their pain unexplainable, their misery to an infinite level.

"Jungkook why did you do this? WHY?! I told you to not lose hope." Jin said sorrowfully.

"You were so cheerful, you radiated smiles on the faces of people. How can you do this?" Yoongi exclaimed in utter shock.

"You love ARMY so much, see they are waiting for you. I know you are in deep sleep now. Waking you up is always so tough! But now I'm dying to listen to your voice. GET UP FAST!" Namjoon was taken aback so much to the point that he could not believe that Jungkook is no more. He was believing in an illusion that the youngest is still sleeping soundly.

"Jungkook, my brother please show me your bunny smile once again. Please come back!" Hoseok didn't appear to be our hobi- the sunshine, anymore. The sunshine was lost.

Jimin was so deeply shocked that he was spell-bound, not even a single word escaped his mouth, his crescent moon eyes were only glistening with the salty liquid, flowing continuously to through his cherry red cheeks. He was wishing for his bestfriend to come back again, which is impossible.

The worst impact appeared on Taehyung. Neither a single tear, nor a single word escaped his mouth. He was watching Jungkook's grave silently but his body could not bear the pain of losing his soulmate and thus he collapsed unconscious on the ground with a loud thud grabbing everyone's attention.

The purest glass of friendship, more than brotherhood, shattered into pieces today.

"Somebody call an ambulance FAST! Taehyung get up! Hey! Don't scare me!" Jin held his head and patted on his cheeks, calling for help.

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The most miserable sorrow is when the person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory and you can't even say goodbye to them.

Time passed away hastily and the crowd slowly melted away like snow after a whole day of grieving, lamenting and praying for the soul of the dead to attain Nirvana and rest in peace in the Heavens.

It was three in the morning and the heavy rain and thunderstorms weren't in the mood to stop anytime soon. No one, not even a single fly could be seen.

In this bitterly cold morning stood a sleek, tall figure of a girl standing near the grave of Jungkook, who still not stopped crying after a whole day of sorrow. Her eyes swollen, nose and cheeks turned tangerine red, the moistness making her long lashes look thicker, pearly beads never leaving her face glowing in this darkness.

She only cried and cried , over and over again, wishing for the dead to come back to life again.

Probably, this girl was suffering the most among all the people because along with losing the person , she had a big load of guilt in her heart- the guilt of not being able to save the person she cherished, loved and cared secretly. She could not even reveal her feelings towards him.

"J-Jungkook, I couldn't protect you! You are a strong man, I know you did not commit any crime..." She sobbed and hissed due to the immense emotional and mental pain.

"Why did you care about people's opinions towards you so much to the point that you took this grave step? They only believe what they see. Why? JUST WHY?!" She bent on her knees making them bleed, she didn't care about her injuries.

What is left to care about when you're numb and half dead from inside?

The melancholy was so painful to bear anymore.

"I can't say this to you when you were a-ali-alive... I- I love you! Please scold me again! GET UP!" She screamed between her cries kneeling near the grave, her head touching the cold ground.

Soon a deep voice echoed the sorrowful atmosphere.

"He would never get up. MIN Y/N, or should I say, Mrs. Jeon."

A tall man with a gun targeted on Y/N said calmly. He talked as if he killed people everyday and seeing them cry is like his job or was it?

[Y/N POV]

I was flabbergasted to see another person standing here at this time of the night. In my blurry memory, I clearly remember there wasn't anyone when I came. I didn't had the strength to argue or even talk anymore.

"Wh-who are you? What do you want? H- how do you know my identity?" I tried my best to put on power and ask him back, he's a person I never saw before or even if I did, I'm not in the position to recognize him.

"I'm your death. I want your life. Why? Because your nosy ass made my work difficult and yes I know every little thing about you." He smirked.

"It's a pity that I would be the last person you see before dying any last wishes?!" He asked tilting his head, whilst pulling the trigger on my forehead. At least he was mindful enough to ask my last wish.

I wasn't surprised, I didn't beg for my life rather I accepted my approaching death with defeat. There is no point in living when my other half has been gone to a deep slumber. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again looking straight into this man's eyes.

"MAKE JEON JUNGKOOK LIVE AGAIN!"

I can't live anymore, it's over. I was destined to be unhappy and because of me the person I loved from the core of my heart lost his life. I failed to safeguard him,

I am a failure as a wife, as a person, as a lawyer.

"Crazy woman! Thinking of your dead love who did not give a damn about you when he was alive, even on the verge of death. I'm impressed by your extreme level of optimism towards him." He smirked spitting facts.

And that was all.

It was over.

The end of me, my life, my dreams, my happiness, my love.

I closed my eyes accepting my destiny with a hope still lingering in my soul- if miracles happen, then I want to see him alive again, smiling cheerfully.

[A/N POV]

The heartless monster shot Y/N on the head with three bullets and heartlessly threw her lifeless body in the sea only to be eaten up by the sea creatures.

Jungkook and Y/N didn't exist anymore.

Their chaotic life was gone, their arguments were gone, their house as empty and lonely as ever, their dreams buried forever as mere imaginations. What remained are...

Memories...

Either good or bad.

The say there's still humanity in this world, there are hopes, innocent eyes urging for happiness. Those beautiful souls need a chance, a little ray of brightening light in their lives. It's not wrong to say that, God has plans for each and every minute child of his, chances are given, it depends on how we grasp them in this life or in another.

Thus,

Miracles do happen in the worst situations, at the most unexpected moments...

Suddenly thunderstorms started appearing. Rain poured up even brutally. It looked like the universe was unhappy or disturbed by some mis-happening which should not have occurred. Large sized waves started blowing up in the sea and the clouds started bursting. The lightening was the invitation to a huge storm.

...and so we can say,

Quietus is not always denouement.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well yeah, that was the first chapter pretty sad right? Did you guys like it?
Shoutout to Seong_Grace for making this banner. Thankyou!