Till Death Do Us Part
Request from @hameesstuff, hope you like it, i didnt know how to end it so i left it at that😥💗.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The story, characters, and events are purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Additionally, this story contains themes of loss, grief, and betrayal, which may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
The wedding had been perfect.
Soft candlelight, ivory flowers, the gentle hum of string instruments. The kind of night that felt like a dream, like something you’d remember with warmth for the rest of your life. Jaehyun had smiled at you through the ceremony, eyes full of love, hands warm against yours. When he kissed you, the world had faded, leaving only him—only the promise of forever.
The reception was still in full swing when it happened. One moment, Jaehyun was laughing, hand resting against the small of your back, whispering something about sneaking away early. The next, a gunshot rang through the air.
The sound split through the celebration, shattering the fragile peace of the night.
At first, you thought he had tripped, that maybe it was a firecracker, a champagne bottle popping too close. But then his body slumped forward, and your hands, once intertwined with his, came away wet and warm.
“No—no, no, no—” Your voice broke, catching in your throat as you dropped to your knees, pulling him against you. His suit—the suit you had picked out together—was darkening, the fabric soaking up crimson like a sponge.
His breaths came out uneven, shallow.
“Stay with me,” you pleaded, pressing your hands against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. “Jaehyun, please, please stay—”
His fingers curled weakly around yours. “I—” His lips parted, but whatever he was trying to say drowned in the gurgle of his own blood. His eyes searched for you, locking onto yours like he was trying to memorize your face one last time.
Then, the light in them faded.
Screams, sirens, the sound of bodies moving, pushing, yelling. None of it registered.
And your wedding night had become his death anniversary.
The Funeral
Korean funerals weren’t just about mourning; they were about honoring, remembering. Jaehyun’s was held at a funeral hall, guests dressed in black hanbok or dark suits. White chrysanthemums were arranged neatly around the altar, their fragrance heavy in the air.
His parents sat near the front, his mother barely holding herself together. You had barely spoken since that night. You weren’t sure if they blamed you, but a part of you blamed yourself.
The monks chanted prayers, their voices deep and steady, but they did nothing to quiet the storm in your heart.
You stepped forward, holding a small bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks. Your hands trembled as you placed the chopsticks upright in the rice—a symbol of feeding the dead, of sending him off with warmth in the afterlife.
Tears blurred your vision as you bowed deeply, forehead touching the cold floor.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
You weren’t sure if you were apologizing for his death or for the fact that you didn’t know how to live without him.
As guests paid their respects, Johnny was there too, standing near the back, watching everything unfold. He had been investigating the case since the night Jaehyun died. You had gone to him desperate for answers, desperate to find the person who had stolen Jaehyun from you.
He had promised you justice.
Two Years Later
Time had dulled the sharpest edges of your grief, but the wound never truly healed. You had learned to function—to wake up, to eat, to breathe. To exist.
And somehow, in the midst of that, Johnny had become your lifeline.
He had stayed by your side when the nights were unbearable. He had held you when the memories suffocated you. Somewhere along the way, his presence became less of a comfort and more of a necessity.
And then, one day, he kissed you.
You had pulled away at first, guilt curling in your stomach like poison. But when he looked at you—so patient, so understanding—you had let yourself fall.
You married him a year later.
It wasn’t the same. Nothing could ever be the same. But you convinced yourself it was enough.
The Discovery
The house was silent, the kind of silence that felt suffocating.
Johnny had fallen asleep beside you, his breathing slow and steady. You should have been asleep too, but something gnawed at you, a quiet unease sitting heavy in your chest.
You slipped out of bed, walking barefoot through the dimly lit hallway, intending to get a glass of water. But as you passed Johnny’s office, something made you stop.
The door was slightly open.
A chill crept up your spine as you pushed it wider. Papers were stacked neatly on his desk. Files. Case notes. And in the center of it all—Jaehyun’s wedding suit.
The fabric was darkened with dried blood, but there was no mistaking it. The same suit he had worn when he collapsed into your arms. The same one stained with his last breaths.
The police had taken everything as evidence. His body, his clothes. You had never seen them again.
Behind you, a floorboard creaked.
Johnny stood in the doorway, his face unreadable.
His eyes flickered to the suit, then back to you. His expression didn’t change. No shock, no panic. Only an exhale, slow and measured, like he had already known this moment would come.
"You weren’t supposed to see that," he said.
You swallowed, forcing your voice to stay even. "Why do you have this?"
Johnny didn’t answer right away. His fingers tapped against the doorframe, as if considering his words. Finally, he sighed.
"Because I was the one who pulled the trigger."
Your breath hitched, your knees nearly giving out beneath you. The world slowed, and for a moment, all you could hear was the roaring in your ears.
His gaze softened, almost regretful. "I didn’t want you to find out like this."
Rage burned through your veins, but your body wouldn’t move. You could only stare at him, at the man who had spent months by your side, the man you had turned to for answers, for comfort. The man you had married.
"You killed him." The words felt foreign in your mouth.
"I had to," Johnny murmured, stepping closer. "It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wasn’t supposed to die in your arms. But I couldn’t let him have you."
A shudder ran through you.
You had grieved with him. Cried in his arms. Let him hold you through the darkest nights, never realizing the very hands that comforted you were the same ones that had stolen Jaehyun’s life.
"I loved you," he continued, voice eerily calm. "I gave you time. I gave you space. I let you mourn him, thinking that one day, you’d finally see me."
His fingers brushed against your wrist. You recoiled, the touch suddenly unbearable.
"You were never supposed to find out," he repeated.
The door was behind him. There was no way out.
"You killed my husband," you whispered, voice shaking. "And you think I could ever love you?"
Something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something final.
"I do love you," he said. "And that’s why I can’t let you leave."
The realization settled like ice in your veins.
Johnny had taken Jaehyun from you.
And now, he wasn’t going to let you go either.
