"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." - Matthew 5:4

No one is every ready when they hear the news for the first time. 

They're never ready to hear the words being put into the world like a poisonous curse, introducing the darkness of loneliness and a creeping of sheer glide of fear to the reality as it all fumbles into a brutal strike no one is ever prepared for.

No..... No one is ever ready to hear the news that their parents has passed away.

They're not ready to not expect random phone calls from their mothers, nagging them to always put on a sweater if it's too chilly outside or to be careful when wandering around the streets. To not smell that familiar scent of a loving heart that'd follow by a gentle hand caressing one's head in soothing comfort. To not hear her laughing at random points of the day, something that'd always be tagged along with a beautiful smile - the same smile she had when she first held you in her arms.

They're not ready to not face the sterness of their father's, who would play dress up with their daughters or play with action figures with their son as a child. The random text messages on being careful and expressing a stiff form of love, that'd be replaced by a strong hug when it came to being greeted in person. The security of knowing nothing will happen to you, since your dad will be right there like an army of fifty men ready to protect you. 

No, no one is every ready for all those moments to just disappear, and for it to suddenly stop happening. 

To stop seeing a call for your mom.

Hear a horrendious joke from your dad.

The tender hugs.

The random texts.

Those words -

It all.... Just stops.

No, Jungkook was never ready for the day that his parents are no longer here. Yet as he stands here in the quiet morgue, being faced with both of his parents lying lifeless on the metal table, covered by a transparent bag yet revealing just their face, it all became too real.

His mom's face. 

The same face that beamed in a bright smile the last time he saw her. 

The face that spoke softly in defense for her son.

The one who would always praise him, even for the smallest achievements he'd accomplish.

His dad face.

The same face that didn't want to get emotional the last time Jungkook saw him, yet held him so tight in such protectiveness to his son.

The face that always spoke in faith of having him achieve all he believes in life his way.

The one who would correct his wrongs, yet loved him even when he was mistaken. 

His parents.

A sudden death, one that comes like a thief stealing in the night - the one no one expects.

Not even Jungkook.

Blinking numbly to their bodies now, Jungkook didn't have it in him to step any closer to them than where he is now. He has not cried. He has not screamed. He has not shown a single ounce of emotion throughout the entire time.

When he was told of the news at the studio, he didn't even waste a beating second from moving. He was out that Oasis building with an anxious heart. His driver was in the midst of his sleep when the ravenette climbed into his car, and even though Jungkook could've easily taken the wheel and driven himself - he knew that if he did, he'd join his parents too soon.

His driver knew it when he looked into his shocked eyes of horror after he barely stuttered out where to go and why, and he stepped on the peddle. This was probably the fastest the old man has ever driven in his life, yet he knew he couldn't slow down - even if the cops were chasing his tail.

What was supposed to be around a four-hour drive to Busan turned into a three-hour drive, with Karma not too far behind him. They all kept blaring his phone with messages and asking what happened, and Jungkook could barely hold his phone properly to respond back.

He refused to believe it.

He refused to acknowledge it unless he saw it for himself.

He refused to believe that his parents are not alive anymore.

Yet now, as he stands here in this quiet morgue, all he can feel is his heart weighing heavy in his chest - along with the keychain souvenirs on his shakily hand that he bought from every state he visited to gift to them. The memories flowed slowly of his parents' face, their memories, the absence already being like a dark and purging cloud that they're not here anymore.

His holidays will be spent alone.

His phone will not be empty of a true love.

Now he's alone.... Completely alone. 

Jungkook slowly glides his eyes from both his mother and then to his father, exhaling a heavy breath to the clutching tightness he feels on his body. He didn't know how he managed to do it, but he turned around and walked out of the room. There's various of nurses and doctors moving around the hallway, and Jungkook slowly goes to the doctor by the computer against the wall- who spoke to him personally on the phone.

"Excuse me, Dr. Choi."

The man quickly turns his head, noticing it being Jungkook and immediately displayed his entire attention onto him. He gave him the space for Jungkook to gather his words properly, and he did after a few deep breaths.

"My parents..... How did the accident happened?"

The good thing about Dr. Choi is that he's not emotional, or at least doesn't try to display it. He gave Jungkook the assertiveness he needs right now to be a reliable backbone, and that's something that shows in his professionalism.

Jungkook appreciates it as he dwells in his shock.

Dr. Choi quickly took the file beside the computer, scanning over it, "The police are investigating the case and should inform you soon, but basing this off strictly on the injuries, the car had a strong impact that caused it to flip over. No other drivers were in the area at the time of the incident, so it's safe to assume that a loss of wheel control must've occurred before the crash."

Bullshit.

His father is a good driver.

He never got into a car accident before, why - how - it makes no sense.

No fucking sense.

Jungkook blinks at him slowly, "Did you find only two bodies?"

"What?"

"Were they alone?" Jungkook clarifies, feeling his jaw clench, "Or was someone else in the car?"

The doctor looks at him with a grim expression, just as a loud commotion erupted from down the hallway. A group of nurses are moving a gurney from one of the patient rooms, charging to what seems to be the operating room. 

With one subtle move to the side, Jungkook caught a glimpse of the person on the bed.

And his heart dropped.

No....

Oh no...

In rapid speed, Jungkook latches himself onto the handles of the bed, "Gem?!"

The gurney was still actively being move and Jungkook quickly followed - despite the nurse's complaints to leave the boy on the bed alone. But Jungkook only sees is the bruise on his eye and the neck brace hugging his skin. He sees the oxygen mask and his complexion severely pale like a photograph in his memory.

Gem.

He's here....

He's breathing...

"Gem - GEM!" Jungkook shrieks in hysteria, not getting a single reaction out of him, "WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"He needs go back into surgery; his body keeps failing the treatment for his conditions! Please move and allow us to handle it!"

Jungkook's legs stopped moving, watching as the nurses rush the boy down the hallway and into the operation room, slowly returning back to the familiar numbness as the adrenaline slowed his senses - forcing such a whiplash to his senses that almost provoked him into panic.

What is going on..... Why can't this feel real?

"Sir.... Sir?"

Jungkook just barely realized he was being spoken to, seeing the Doctor beside him with a deep frown and a notepad in front of him, "We didn't find any record of the boy for our system. What is his name?

Of course, they didn't.

His parents made sure he was kept hidden from the world.

From everything.

Even from Jungkook's own memory.

"Jeon Yeosang," Jungkook responds back slowly, "He's my brother."

"Your brother? How come there was no record of him found from any local hospital? Or even any source of identification?"

Jungkook lips thins, and he closes his eyes, shaking his head, "Why don't you ask my parents? Oh wait, you can't because they're dead."

Jungkook didn't mean to spat that out in a sour tone, but right now, being here any longer, is pissing him off. 

Why fucking ask him? Why didn't they investigate sooner as to why a whole teenager has lived for eighteen years of his damn life without once being discovered? 

Jungkook just barely understands it, now he has to fucking explain his parents decisions before their passing?

The doctor could see the rage piling up on Jungkook, and before he could say anything more, Jungkook storms away. His body is puffing, and his knuckles are shaking by how tight his fists are. Everything around him felt like some lucid dream, seeing it so far away and hazy yet he's too present instead of the bizarre depersonalization of how he'd feel. 

When he stepped out the double doors, he didn't even spare a look to who was in the waiting room - knowing the old man and possibly Taehyung, are there to wait for some news. However, Jungkook only moved past them and goes outside. He doesn't care how fucking cold it is, nor does he even feel it by how he's struggling to take our a cigarette from his new pack.

Unfortunately, cocaine isn't the only thing he has caught a habit of. 

Yet precisely now that he can't think for himself and blocking off his emotions, the damn pack was having a tough time opening. Grunting in frustration, Jungkook tries to rip it open with his nails. 

Open! 

Fucking open-

"Jungkook."

That voice.

That damn voice.

What is he doing here?

Jungkook's eye visibly twitches, deciding on ignoring it as he tries to attack the pack.

"I..... I know how you feel, okay?" Are you joking right now? "Please just... Let me help yo-"

A dark fog of rage cascaded over Jungkook's eyes, slowly turning his head to the side - seeing Jimin standing there with this stupid weak look in his eyes.

That look.

That damn look.

Jungkook snarls his teeth, "You're the last person I want to see right now - Stop looking at me like that!"

Jimin startles back by the volume of his voice, trembling as Jungkook grumbles under his breath with his shakily hands finally opening the pack, and Jungkook sarcastically laughs, "Want to know something funny? My dad liked this cigarette brand. I'd see him smoking this shit at least three times a day, ha! Who knew that'd light his ass on fire in the incident, am I right?"

Jungkook's shakily fingers goes to take one of te cigarettes, having it tremble on his fingers as he brings it to his lips, "Why are you still here? Go."

Jimin gulps thickly to the desperation yet delirious tones of Jungkook's voice, and he takes a step closer, "I'm not leaving you alone Jungkook."

For fuck sakes-

"Stop calling me Jungkook!" Jungkook screeches at him, too fucking angry to even focus on lighting up his cigarette, "You knew me as Raven, so I am Raven."

"That's where you're wrong," Jimin's face is determined, stepping closer to him, "I knew you as Jeon Jungkook, remember?"

Memories of the first day Jungkook met Jimin flashed his mind, remembering it being before Raven was born.

A dry laugh escapes Jungkook's lips, "So what? Think you got priveleges now? Think you can do whatever the fuck you want now? Guess what, life is full of shit!"

"I know."

"No! You don't!" Jungkook seethes angrily, "All your care about is your God, your precious and amazing God, well guess what! That's the same what I hate with every fiber in my body."

Jimin lips parted in shock to Jungkook's sudden words, being like a fierce blow to the chest that left him almost gasping for air. He didn't even know what to say back or how to respond, and yet he didn't have to.

A hand on his elbow drifted his attention, looking directly at Taemin - who's eyes are focused on Jungkook cursing under his breath as he tries to light up his lighter over the cigarette - and then looks back to Jimin, "Go inside, I'll take care of it."

Immediately Jimin shakes his head, "I can't leave him like this -"

"Trust me," Jimin lips sealed, just as Taemin tugs a small smile, "Trust me."

After a few seconds of doubt, Jimin finally lets his shoulders shag and he follows Taemin's orders and goes back inside. Taemin is left looking intensively at Jungkook, slowly walking towards him.

"You are loved."

Jungkook thumb twitches sharply upon hearing this while he flickered his lighter, hurting his skin, "Not you -"

"You are secured."

'Shut up-"

"You're not alone."

"For fuck sak-"

"You're saved."

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head to himself, "Saved? You call this being saved?" And he is aggressively trying to flicker the light on, feeling his breath growing uneven, "I don't need to hear your Jesus stuff because there's no possible way you can justify what just happened to my parents and then bullshit me, saying that God is good because if he was, he wouldn't have taken away - Ow!"

The lighter falls to the ground as the spark subtly burned Jungkook's thumb, forcing just a nudge of Jungkook's vulnerability to break through. That sudden physical pain forced a whistles breath out of his mouth, one that followed by the suffocation of the air to clog his lungs - choking on it now.

Taemin places a hand on his shoulder, saying to him, "Sometimes God takes the ones closest to us because they have fulfilled their purpose here, or perhaps to draw those around them near to him -"

"My parents just died," Jungkook spats, sneering his eyes to him, "And you're making this about God right now? Right when I told you I didn't need to hear it?"

Taemin tilts his hear to the side, "What do you want to hear Jungkook?"

Jungkook snatches the lighter from the ground, "Nothing. I don't want to hear anything - You know what? Same thing I said to Jimin applies to you, I don't want to see you."

"Why?"

Jungkook's entire face scrunches in aggravation, turning to look at Taemin, "You know what's wrong with you? You're so fucking blind! It pisses me off! You go on and on, citing these words from a book - created by a man with no scientific proof - an you expect other to not be fed up with that shit! Don't you fucking see! There is no God! There's no magical man in the sky, trying to be our saving Grace! And even if there was, clearly he fucking hates me because LOOK AT WHAT HE DID!"

Angrily Jungkook slams the pack of cigarettes on the ground, another wheeze escaping his lips as his throat clogs, feeling his eyes burn as he looks to the dark night sky, "My parents believed in him too. They did, especially my dad, and..... You know what sucks? They probably still did before they died. They put all their trust and belief to this mythical man to save them, only for that same man to rip them off this Earth. Ha, and you expect me to turn my heart and be a believer to that? Who just takes and takes!"

Shakily hands runs through his hair, Jungkook gripping the strands tightly as a broken wheeze parted his lips, squeezing his eyes closed as a tear glided down his cheek, "My parents are gone.... My - Oh God - My mom is gone..... My dad.... And.... Maybe even my brother too - I c-can't-"

Jungkook falls to his knees on the ground, his arms wrapping around his body, heaving through his clenched teach to not cry. The tears are gliding down his cheeks, the bitter coldness caressing his back as it shivers the frost of loneliness down his body, filling him with the acknowledgement far deeper like a slow poison that he's alone.

His family's gone.

Taemin watches him with his own tear gliding down his cheek, and he was just about to step toward him but suddenly a small figure rushes past him and towards the broken boy. It's his driver, the old man with the Christian radio music.

Mr. Minsu.

"Child, it's so cold outside and you're not wearing a sweater!" The old man's voice quivers in the cold, crouching down to Jungkook's trembling body, and he wraps his arms around him, "I'm right here boy, don't worry. I'm right here."

Something about Minsu was like a hammer that broke Jungkook's walls down. Perhaps it's the presence of an older adult comforting him, or the tender tone of his voice comforting him, perhaps its the silent built up on their friendship through their rides as Minsu always made sure the young star was safe and taken cared of, but Jungkook melted into his arms with his face to his neck, letting the tears fall silently as he shutters to the cold air.

"My parents.....My brother.... My fami-"

"I know," Minsu whispers, patting his back, "Many things are hard to explain as to why they happen, but just know it's okay to feel hurt son. Your pain is not a grief that should be taken lightly."

Jungkook only continues to stutter in his breaths, the denial and hysteria vivid in his eyes as he quivers in the arms of his guardian angel.

Not knowing that this was only the beginning to the changes of his life.

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A/N: 

OOOOFFFF WE GOT A NEW CHARACTERRRRRRRRRRRR!

How are we doing? Hanging in there? 

This chapter took me a while to write mainly because I didn't know whether to include a small time jump or not, but I think it's good to break down what happens to not rush the story. After all, we're only on chapter 12!

Get ready!!

I PURPLE YOU!!! <333