It's been three days since it happened yet I wasn't able to recover from the tragic event I faced. I refused to believe that Jungkook was gone, forever.

The survivors were taken to a campaign built in the dock as the ship anchored. Until they recovered, the campaign's privilege was to shelter them. So many among us had lost their families.  There were small juveniles who were there roaming around, trying to find their lost parents who never survived the tragedy.

The campaign was organized by the locals who got the news of the accident that occurred on the Titanic.  It was the biggest news ever. As we stepped out of the Carpathia, news reporters surrounded us, wanting to know everything that happened on the night the unsinkable ship, the Titanic sank.

Flashes of the cameras made us blind by it's brightness. They treated us like we were some kind of celebrities, warriors, heroes.

In some kind of way, we were warriors, we were heroes.

"How did you survive the Titanic tragedy?"

"What happened that night?"

"Will you share your stories with us?"

A continued river of questions flooded us. Everyone was amused by hearing how the ship collided with the iceberg and ended up sinking in the deep Atlantic. The tragic story made them hold their breaths.

I avoided talking with anyone. I ignored every question that was asked of me. I didn't care about what was happening in the real world. The agony that was burning my soul kept killing me every minute that passed by.

I wanted to be alone, I wanted to stay away from reality, away from everything. Taehyung and Madam Colette were the only people I communicated with.

Madam Colette left the campaign on the second day. She tried to take Taehyung and me with her but I denied her offer.

"I appreciate your support, Madam Colette, I do. Thank you for everything you have done. I'm grateful for what you've done...but I can't leave. I must stay here..."

Madam Colette heaved a deep sigh.

"I understand dear," she rested her hands on my shoulder, giving them a light squeeze.

"But if you need anything,  anything at all, come to me. You are always welcome" She said, presenting me with a sad smile. I managed to curve my lips to a smile and thanked her.

"Thank you, Madam Colette,"  She gazed at me one last time and pulled me into a hug before saying goodbye.

"Stay strong Miss Park Y/n, stay strong. That's what he would have wanted you to be," she whispered to my ears. Remembering Jungkook made my eyes tear up again.

I tried to be strong, but it seemed unimaginable in every possible way.

"Taehyung?" she turned to him. He looked dwelled. He was confused about what to do.

"I'll stay as well, Madam Colette,"  his answer made my brows knit together. But Madam Colette didn't look as surprised as me. She nodded her head at him.

"Remember Taehyung, never forget me..." her face was twitching with sorrow. Her face was gloomy.

"Never," he took her hand and placed a kiss on the top of her hand.

"I'll reach you, Madam Colette, I promise" his words made her face light up. She beamed at him with relief. She was happy that it wasn't a goodbye forever.

"Goodbye Park Y/n,"

That was the last time I saw her. The woman who was born into the first class yet she was an atypical one. She was distinguishable from the rest which made her shine like a diamond among them.

There were a few huts built near the campaign to hold press conferences and interview the survivors. Some of the most famous and richest people visited us to donate food and clothes after hearing about what happened. 

And there they were, the first-class royalties who saved their asses first before everyone else was giving interviews to the newspapers. They returned to land, without even a scratch on their delicate bodies, they didn't have to get in the cold water either. Yet they were complaining that the clothes that were given weren't warm enough.

I was done with them, so done.

I slowly walked towards the small crowd that was gathered around inside a hut. I caught a glimpse of some familiar faces.  Anderson Harper and Bruce Ismay. They were coming out passing through the crowd. Looked like they'd already given their interview. 

My blood boiled as I saw them.

A devil inside me aroused. My outrage broke out as I remembered how they treated Jungkook when he tried to warn about the icebergs. How he was ignored and withheld from his duties just because his opinions didn't see eye to eye with them.

Ismay looked gloomy, there was a guilt that he couldn't overcome, it was written on his face. He didn't look straight in the eyes with anyone. But Anderson on the other hand did not look like he was carrying the burden of the guilt. He was smiling and talking with his fellow people. He was one of the Titanic survivors, which made him think that he owned a crown.

Which he didn't deserve at all.

I charged towards them.

"You! It's all your fault!" I grabbed the man by his collar. Ismay widened his eyes seeing my attack of rage towards the other man. Anderson looked as surprised as Ismay. I could tell he was not expecting to see me. The sudden ambush made him stun.

"What do you think you are doing? Get off me you brat!" he tried to get rid of my grip.

"If you would have listened to Jungkook this wouldn't have happened! You are the reason he's dead...you are the reason for the deaths that happened that night!" I blurted out, shouting at his face with overwhelming emotions I couldn't control.

I hoped that every word I said would stab him like daggers, that it would make him wail out of mourn and guilt.

He gaped at me with widened eyes. He managed to stutter out some words.

"I...it's not my fault, it's not my fault that any of them died. It's their fate, Jeon-"

My hand slapped hard across his cheek, making him throw a few steps away. The crowd around started whispering, giving shocked and confused glances at us. The people gathered near us, getting closer to see what was happening. That was my least concern. I didn't care about what was happening in the surroundings.

"Don't you dare speak his name," My glare burnt him down to ashes. His hand reached his cheek to caress his jaw met with my harsh slap. He looked at me, I couldn't read his emotions. Was it a shame? Embarrassment? Or was it guilt that he couldn't resist? It was a mixture of all of them.

Ismay just stood there like a statue, dazed by the words of daggers that spat from me. He looked paper white pale, a cloud of grief shadowed him. He looked like a sick person.

"What's going on here?" two of the guards in the dock approached us.

I was glaring at both of them with a piercing gaze. My eyes were burning with flames of anger.  My jaws clasped together, trying to control my body tremble as the rage took on me.

"She, she attacked me!" Anderson suddenly called out the guards.  They charged toward me but I didn't even flinch. I didn't move a bit. I just kept glaring at the pitiful-looking person who was watching me as if I were a freak.

"Miss, we have to take you..." One of the young strong guards gripped me from my elbow. I shrugged him off.

"Live with guilt, Mr. Anderson,  for the rest of your pitiful life you should live with that burden"   My words made the crowd hold their breath with surprise.

The guards had to do something before things got out of hand.

"You have to go, Miss, please come with us" They dragged me away from the crowd. But I turned my head to give a glance at Anderson before leaving. They watched me being dragged away, but I made sure that the guilt remained in their hearts forever.

"Y/n, what happened?" Taehyung quickly paced towards me as he saw me being dragged away from the tent. The guards let go of me as they understood that I no longer intended to strike anyone.

"Gave some bastards what they deserved..." I muttered in a low voice. I was not sure whether Taehyung completely understood what I meant cause he looked like he was searching for something important. 

"Y/n, someone is looking for you, he's waiting for you near the tents," Taehyung informed me.

I was surprised to hear that a stranger was expecting my presence.

"Did he tell you who he is?" I asked, wondering who it could be.

"He said his name is Park Jimin"

I paused breathing for a minute. It felt like my heart stopped beating.

"Ji- Jimin?" I stuttered with trembling lips. Taehyung nodded at me.

I didn't spare another minute to run towards the tent where he was waiting for me. I stopped as I saw a man standing near the big tent, wearing a thick brown overcoat over him. His blonde hair waved freely in the air as the salty breeze hugged him.

After all these years, I met my brother. He came to me, finding me.

He was looking here and there, his gaze stopped at me. His face filled with an emotional expression. His eyes filled with tears as he saw me.

"Y/n?" He was of utmost relieved that I was alive, the fact that I survived the tragedy.

"Brother..." I mumbled. I couldn't walk, my legs stayed glued to their place. Jimin came running towards me. I was greeted by his warm hug.

"Oh my god Y/n, I thought I lost you," he kissed my head and hugged me. A stream of tears released from the corner of his eyes.

"Jimin..." I broke into tears. I wanted to tell him about how much pain I was in. I wanted to talk but I went mute. I was glad that Jimin was there for me.

"Shsh Y/n, it's alright" he took me to his embrace. I let out a loud sob.

"He's gone Jimin, he's gone," I cried, my voice was broken. Jimin hugged me tightly.  His head rested on my head.

"I'm so sorry Y/n... I'm so sorry this happened to you" he sniffled.

"I'm taking you home, we'll try to start over, I promise, this time I'll be there with you, I'll help you recover."

My only reply was crying. I stayed in Jimin's arms and continued crying. My brother was finally there. He was there for me when I needed him the most. Jimin was the one who took me under his wing after the traumatic event I faced. After hours of crying, I stood up.

I turned to Jimin.

"Let's go home Jimin, I'm ready to go"

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End of the long flashback...

So from the next chapter onwards, we will be in the present where Jimin and Y/n are travelling to get the pendant. I hope you guys really enjoyed the love story between Y/n and Jungkook. It's tragic that it ended that way.

But did he really die though? 🤔👽

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