Winter Bear. (Kim Taehyung x child)

Hyungs... Kookie.. take care of Y/n

Did y'all miss me? I am back with an update! Also warning, sad chapter.

I laid on my bed looking through my gallery pictures. It had been whole year since the funeral and nothing felt right. The house was quiet, especially because Y/n went back to school. Y/n was now seven years old, meaning she understood what had happened to Jae. Y/n wouldn't go anywhere without either me or one of the members. I had to make new rules for her so she wouldn't get taken again. She didn't like them at first but now that she was older, she understood why she needed to follow these rules. She was able to go back to her normal lifestyle.

But for me, I couldn't cope with Jae's death. I couldn't cope with it to the point I just locked myself in my room and cry everyday. I never left my room for a week and I just laid in bed. I was suffering so much. I didn't realize it before but Jae meant way more to me then I thought. And now she was gone. Almost everyone I loved was gone. 

My parents and Jae, gone forever. All I had was Y/n. But I still haven't talked to her or the members since we got back. They came in to give me some food to eat, which I never finished, or just try to talk to me. But I was too weak to even talk due to me not eating. Y/n was the one trying the most to get me out of my room. But I never did. Thoughts in my head suddenly started coming towards me and hitting me like I had been hit by a truck. Deadly thoughts telling me it was my fault Jae was dead, die, or just kill yourself.

Jin's POV:

Everyone was getting worried about Taehyung. He hasn't left his room since we got back from America. He barely ate when I went to check on him. I tried talk to him but he never answered me but ignored me. Y/n was real worried. Her eomma died, and her appa would die if he didn't leave his room. I walked up to Taehyung's room and opened it. He was laying in bed, crying softly. I sat in the edge of his bed and putted my hand on his shoulder. He flinched and hid deeper in the blanket. I sighed and began to talk to him, trying to a word out of the boy.

"Tae.. we're worried about you. You haven't been out of the room since Jae's death." I started. He didn't look at me and continued to ignore me. "Y/n is feeling sad as well.. she's the most sad and worried out of us. She hasn't seen you in a year." Taehyung didn't respond again. He shuffled a bit and I noticed he was more skinny than before, meaning he hasn't eaten. "Tae... your destroying your body. Jae wouldn't want you to try and kill yourself. No one does actually. So please, take care of yourself." I said softly. He still didn't answer. I sighed sadly and got up.

I picked up the plate of unfinished food he barely touched and took it out the room. I looked at the boy on more time before closing it. I put the dirty dish in the sink and watched Taehyung's door. Y/n walked into the kitchen and stood next to me. "Jinnie oppa, why is appa so sad?" Y/n asked. I sighed sadly. "He really misses your eomma, Y/n bear. He really loved her so he's going to be sad more. Just give him some time, okay?" I said. Y/n nodded. "Yes, oppa." She walked back to her room, holding her polar bear in her arms.

Taehyung's POV:

I heard Jin and Y/n's whole conversation. I would go outside to talk to Y/n, I really wanted to. But my body refused to let a word out. I sighed and walked towards my desk. I turned on the lamp on my desk that showed on the table. It was the only light in my dark room. I took out a paper and pen and started writing.

Dear everyone, I love you guys very much.. you mean the world to me. I'm sorry for ignoring you guys for almost a year, especially you, Y/n. But the pain I'm in right now, I can't take it. I just wanted to be left alone, but instead my parents and Jae are dead. I was really happy that I joined the group, my dream. It was the best things that happened to me. Our achievements, our incredibly successful career, and our fan base I know that will always support us. This was my dream, including my dream of becoming a dad.