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“Taehyung, sweetie, you haven’t eaten in days. Look at you- you look so worn out…” Jimin’s voice is soft, pleading, as he walks over to the bed. His arms cradle a tray of food, untouched, as he sits down beside Taehyung, who lays curled up in a tight ball on the mattress. “Please, Tae… Jeong Hoon wouldn’t be happy knowing his mama isn’t doing well…”
The mention of his son’s name hits Taehyung like a physical blow. His eyes, red and hollow from exhaustion and relentless tears, snap up to meet Jimin’s. They’re distant, unfocused, as if he’s barely registering the world around him.
“I’ve had water,” Taehyung whispers, his voice hoarse and cracked, as though every word physically hurts to say. His lips tremble, his throat tight from days of screaming, and his skin is pale, almost translucent, reflecting the deep exhaustion that clings to him like a shadow. Dark circles paint his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights filled with nothing but raw, soul-crushing grief.
Jimin sighs softly, setting the tray aside on the table, knowing Taehyung won’t eat. He leans in closer, reaching out with gentle hands to caress Taehyung’s tear-streaked face. His thumb grazes the delicate skin of Taehyung’s cheek, wiping away the endless stream of silent tears that have been falling for days now, yet never seem to stop. The touch is meant to soothe, but it only breaks Taehyung further.
“He’s just a baby, Chim,” Taehyung croaks, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of his agony. “He’s just eight months old… Why are they so heartless? Of all things to take, why my baby?”
The room feels cold, oppressive, as if the air itself is mourning alongside him. The curtains are drawn, blocking out any sunlight that might have seeped in, casting the room in a muted, grey gloom. The bed sheets are crumpled, tangled from restless nights, and Taehyung clutches at them like they’re the only things keeping him tethered to reality.
Jimin watches as Taehyung’s face crumples, and the floodgates open again, fresh tears spilling down in endless rivers. His body trembles as he speaks, every word dragging up more pain from the depths of his shattered heart. “My little human… my baby didn’t even get to feed before they took him… He must be so scared, Chim, so scared without us… without his mama and dad’s love.”
Taehyung’s chest heaves, his breathing erratic as he chokes on his sobs. “Do you think they’re feeding him, Chim? Do you think… he’s hungry? My heart… it aches so much. I can hear him crying, Chim. I can hear his wails in my head… my baby boy, my precious boy.”
His fingers curl into the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white as he shakes, lost in his grief. “Why is it taking so long to find him? It’s only been four days, but… it feels like years, Chim. Years. I can’t do this anymore. I need him back… I need my baby in my arms. Please… please, Chim, give me my baby back.”
The sound of Taehyung’s weeping fills the room, raw and broken, echoing against the walls like a haunting melody. His body folds in on itself, every sob a reminder of the empty space where his baby should be. He clings to Jimin’s shirt now, burying his face in Jimin’s chest, his tears soaking through the fabric.
Jimin fights back his own tears, his heart breaking at the sight of his best friend so shattered, so lost. He wants to scream, wants to cry out for the cruelty of it all—but he can’t. He has to be strong. For Taehyung. For Jeong Hoon. His arms wrap tightly around Taehyung’s trembling form, pulling him close, trying to shield him from the pain, even though he knows he can’t.
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Misterio / Suspenso"I thought we had it all-the sunsets, the kisses, the nights that felt perfect." "We 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 happy." "Then one morning, I wake up, and all I want is for it to end... to jump, to stop the pain." "To make everything go away." "Then do it."
