"I miss Hobi," Yoongi sighed, one hand on the wheel while the other rested in his lap.

"My God, Yoongi. You saw him like an hour ago." I rolled my eyes, but a smile remained on my face.

My best friend pouted. "It's not my fault he had to work. I keep accidentally almost grabbing Jimin's thigh thinking it's Hoseok."

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. "You can, baby, go right ahead."

Taehyung snorted loudly. "Damn, Chim. No shame, huh?"

The bubblegum-pink haired male merely shrugged. "It keeps life interesting."

This made the whole car laugh, various heads shaking in the process, all except for me. As I saw the metal gates growing closer, I could feel my chest tighten, hands growing clammy in my lap.

"Right here is fine, Yoongi," I spoke, frown deepening on my lips.

The oldest stopped the car, putting it on park and turning to face me. "Do you want me to come with you?"

I pursed my lips, glancing out the window towards the bench. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He climbed out, waiting patiently on the side of the car for me.

"Kook? You okay?" Taehyung asked quietly, his hand on my lower back as I froze, hands clenching the door.

With a shaky breath, I faced Taehyung. "Come with me. Please."

"Okay. I'll come with you." He reached over me, opening the door for me, allowing my feet to land on the rocky pavement. Once he got out of the car, he squeezed my hand. "You just let me know what you need and I'll try my best to give it to you."

I nodded, throat clenching.

With Taehyung on one side and Yoongi on the other, I took a step onto the grass, immediately stopping.

I turned around, facing Jimin. "Jimin, um, can you come too?"

The male jumped up, almost too excitedly, with a smile. "Of course! Let's do this shit!"

This made me chuckle slightly, a small amount of tension releasing from between my shoulders.

I held it together, with my closest friends by my side, until I sat down on the bench. My eyes met the names on the stone and then the names were no longer legible, tears blurring my vision.

Taehyung and Yoongi filled the space of the bench on either side of me, both wrapping an arm around me. Jimin stood behind, squeezing my shoulders.

The four of us sat in silence for a while, nobody moving while silent tears streamed down my face.

Yoongi cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stood up. "I'm going to give you some space, Kook. I'll be at the car if you need me."

I gave him a small nod, unable to meet his eyes due to not wanting him to see me crying over the people who ruined my life.

Jimin squeezed my shoulders before he followed the older, leaving Taehyung and myself alone.

"Do you want me to stay or go?" The male asked gently.

I sighed. "I need to do this alone."

"We'll be at the car." He pecked my cheek and gave my hand a squeeze before getting up and joining the other two males.

With a shaky breath, I held back my sobs as I spoke. "Hey mom. Hey dad."

The wind rustled, making strands of hair land in front of my face from my growing locks.

"I'm sorry I didn't visit for a long time. I was so unbelievably angry after the accident, and it took a while for that anger to dissipate."

I sniffled, wiping a tear from my cheek. "You two broke me," I admitted. "I assumed I would grow up to be a drug dealer, making lots of money and having a lot of hookups for companionship, but I never expected to be where I'm at now. I used to be so angry thinking that my life would go nowhere because of you two."

I turned in the bench enough to catch a glimpse of Taehyung's back as he faced Yoongi. The wind blew his hair to the side slightly, and I watched as he shook his head to move it back into place.

I faced the tombstones once more. "I'm not so angry anymore. I just always thought I was incapable of love because I never knew what it looked like. You never showed me love. Anytime I looked at you, there were only dollar signs. But that's all beside the point. I'm not angry anymore because without my past, I would not be where I am in the present. If I never got hooked on drugs, and if you two had never died in a car accident, I wouldn't have ended up in rehab. I would've probably not met Yoongi, and I wouldn't have met Taehyung, or even Jimin. I would be more lonely than I am now. I am grateful for you two screwing up my life so bad because I discovered the best damn superglue on the planeg, by the name of Kim Taehyung."

My lips turned up into a smile when saying his name. "Mom, dad... I'm going to marry him someday. I know he is the reason I was put on this earth, just like how he was put here for me. He's the only drug I'll ever need again, thanks to you both. I hope they're treating you well, wherever drug dealers end up. Despite me never hearing it from you, I want you to know that I love you mom, and I love you dad."

I stood up, wiping my sweaty palms on my pants before meeting the rest of my group with wet cheeks.

"Kook, you look a thousand pounds lighter," Yoongi pointed out, Jimin nodding sharply.

Taehyung faced me, a soft smile on his lips. "You look more... alive."

I gripped the male by the shoulders and swallowed the lump in my throat. "I love you."

My lips smashed against his for a few seconds before pulling away.

Taehyung looked at me with wide eyes before his lips resembled a box. "I love you too, Kookie."

Jimin applauded and Yoongi pretended to gah, but stopped right as he clapped a hand against my shoulder on his way back to the driver's seat.

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I was going to make this so much more emotional butttttt am just not emotional enough today so you're welcome for sparing the tears.