BTS Reaction to You (GF) Dying In a Car Accident
So these took a lot longer to do than the EXO Version. I don’t know why. I just kept crying. Anyways, I hope you like these reactions. It was very sad to think about again <3
*Warning* This is about death and may cause feels
Jin: He stared at his Mario collection. Beside his favorite Mario doll was a matching Princess Peach. He smiled at hit, a bitter sweet smile. He remembered the day he had bought it for you. The way you had laughed, saying that he was the pink princess and you were Mario. He had chuckled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “You can’t be Mario. You are too pretty.” He told you, placing the Princess Peach in your hand. You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a kiss. “Okay, but this doesn’t mean that you are the one always saving me. Let me be Mario every now and then.” You insisted as you placed Peach at the center of his collection. He had laughed. You had laughed. Your laughs had mixed together to become a symphony of joy.
Now it was silent in the room as he stared at the doll. He could feel the wet tears tickle his cheek as it started to roll down. He missed your laugh. He missed your smile. He missed everything about you and it was all his fault. He hadn’t been there to save you. You were his princess and he wasn’t there to protect you. You had always been there for him, you had always made sure he was okay, and the one time you needed him… he wasn’t there…
Suga: He heard the news. It was something that he had never thought would happen to you. No, not like this. No, you both were meant to get old together, nap all day, and die in each other’s arms. This wasn’t right. He thought to himself as he stared out the window. It had been weeks since your passing, but he still could not bother to see anyone. He had locked himself away in his production room, burying himself in his music. But he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. After creating one beat, he would quickly delete it without giving it a listen. He threw his headphones onto the ground, giving up on even trying. Instead, he looked through his computer, trying to find something, anything, that would get his mind off of everything. But that was when he saw it. A small file left for him before he left on tour.
He slowly clicked on it and his heart almost stopped when he saw you on his screen. You were smiling at him, almost as though you were just seated a few inches across from him. “Yoongi, I just wanted to say that I miss you. I know by the time you see this I will be on tour and you will just be getting back from yours. I can’t wait to see you. In the meantime, listen to this song whenever you start to miss me.” You said before starting to sing the words to your favorite lullaby for him. He put the video on repeat and listened to you singing to him as he suck further into his seat and shut his eyes; picturing you in the room with him still.
J-Hope: “Hobi hyung, do you want to come with us to the movies?” Jimin asked him as he ran to the room. Hoseok looked up at him, a smile wavering on his face as he shook his head. He mumbled something about needing to work on choreography. But the boys knew better. Although he had spent the first few months crying, he was still not the same. There was something about the way he stared at them. Almost as though he was not truly looking at anyone. There was something about the way he smiled. Forced, and never full. It was the kind of smile that broke anyone’s heart. They had hoped that giving him some time, giving him his space would help, but when it did not, they tried to distract him with jokes and outing to amusement parks or the movies, but it still did not change anything. He was not the same, and they did not know when he would ever be.
The moment they were gone, he could feel his face relax into the frown that had become as natural as his smile once was. He turned and stared at his bed. He could still remember the way you had looked lying there, waiting for him to finish working so the two of you could talk. The way your hand would play with his while you listened to him. The way you smiled at everything he said. When he heard the news that you were gone… it was as though you had taken his own smile away with you. He may have been J-Hope, but you were always the one to bring him hope and reassurance. You were his angel. And now he couldn’t remember what it was like to be happy before you came into his life.
Rapmon: He stared at you, unconscious in the bed. He held your hand tightly. He wished he had been there. He knew something was going to go wrong with you going on tour and him still being away on his own. He had had a gut feeling that things were not okay, but he had never expected this. He had prayed for anything but this. Staring at you, lying in the bed with a breathing tube; a machine keeping you alive because you could no longer. He wanted to break something. He wanted to hit someone, anyone, he didn’t care at this point. But he knew he couldn’t. He had to stay strong for you. Through everything, whether you saw him or not, he would need to stay strong. After all, he was a leader. In his group and in life, people looked to him. But how much longer could he stay strong?
“I’m so sorry…” He whispered as he squeezed your hand lightly. He brought his head down so his lips were pressing against your forehead. He took in a deep breath; taking in the full scent of you. “I love you.” He whispered into your hair. A few seconds later, he heard the long, whining beep of your heart monitor. He could no longer be strong. His hand grip tightened on your hand as the tears fell from his eyes onto you; getting lost in your hair. He remained seated in your hospital room, even after the doctor had come to cover your body. He wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave. He just couldn’t accept that you were gone.
Jimin: He slammed his fist against the punching bag, not caring about the pain that raked up his arm. He couldn’t feel it. Not really. Not how he wanted to. He wanted to feel the agony. He wanted to feel the realization at how stupid he was being. He wanted to feel anything! Anything but the hopelessness that had filled him for the past month after losing you. After learning that you were gone. After realizing that the girl who he loved would no longer be with him. After realizing that he would no longer hear your voice, see your smile, feel your arms, kiss your forehead, whisper how much he loved you while you slept, sing to you while you worked. No, he would not get to any of those things anymore. And worse of all, he would no longer have you there to tell him to take a deep breath, to think before acting, to keep him grounded.
Without you, he was filled with anguish and he would find any way to feel anything else. He needed you. He needed your happiness to wash over him and comfort him. He needed to know that you were there with him, but you weren’t. You couldn’t be and he hated it. If I just didn’t go on tour or you didn’t go on tour or we were never famous or… He thought over the several possibilities as he threw another punch. With the force, he heard the ripping of the bag and cussed. Another thing he fucked up. Another thing he couldn’t keep. Another thing he lost. “Please just come back to me…” He begged into the silent room.
V: “Taehyung, how are you doing? Is there anything happening with the boys?” His mother asked on the other end of the phone. He took a deep breath before answering her. “Yes, eomma, everything is good. The boys are fine. Jimin and Jungkook want to come with me the next time I come home for a visit. How is dad?” He asked, trying his best to not let the sorrow come through in his voice. His parents knew about everything that had happened. Of course they knew, he told them everything. At first, they constantly called to make sure that he was okay, but as time passed, they knew better than to ask. They never questioned when he called. He listened as his mom told him all about how his father was still trying to figure out how to use social media. He laughed, a wavering laugh that he wished he could nail. He was never good at faking one.
His mom paused for a moment when she heard the strained laughter, but she did not ask about it. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. Instead, she continued to tell him about some of the things he was missing back home. He listened, already feeling the tears building up. Listening to his mom talk about his dad made him happy, but it also reminded him of what he could no longer have with you. He could no longer look forward to a future with you. There would be no elaborate engagement, no extravagant wedding, no children to take to the zoo, and no kisses when he came home late from work. He would have none of that. “Eomma, I miss her…”
Jungkook: His pencil flew across the page, crossing out everything he had been writing for the past four hours. This wasn’t the first time. His room was covering in scraps of paper. Each one tattered with ink smudges from his frantic lyric writing, drawings, sketches, poems, everything and anything that he once to love to do. He had been locked away in his room for days now, trying to capture any sort of inspiration. He needed to work. He needed to be the Golden Maknae. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t find any sort of inspiration or drive without you here. He needed you. He needed you to cheer him on. He needed to hear your voice. He just needed to see you. You were the only thing that could possibly bring him back his desire to work.
But that wasn’t possible. You had been gone for months now, but you still lingered in his mind. There was no getting rid of you, nor would he ever want to. He threw his notebook aside, giving up on trying and collapsed on his bed. He reached over to the cold side of the bed, the side where you use to sleep, and let his fingertips trail over it. The pillow had lost your scent long ago, but he couldn’t help but smell it; trying to find any remnant of you that may remain on it. He closed his eyes, picturing your smiling face and your high pitched giggle. The golden maknae, yet I couldn’t protect what was most important to me…
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