Forgotten Memories

Ruin Us

Dear ghost
Hi!

The way to Yoonmin's house was almost 2 hours so now they decided to continue the story from where they left.

Back to the story

It took almost a full week for Jimin to coax Taehyung out of bed.

The ever-cheerful, sunshine-filled bear who once lit up every room he walked into...
Was now quiet. Fragile and vulnerable.
Just a shadow of the boy they all knew.

The hyungs had come, one after another, hoping to see him—to offer their comfort, their love, their apologies.
But Jimin had turned them all away from the door.

"No," he said firmly, every time.
"He's not ready. Not yet."

Because Jimin knew—right now, Taehyung didn't need the world.
He needed healing.
He needed time.

Vmin were curled up in bed, wrapped in a soft cocoon of warmth and silence.

Taehyung had his face buried in Jimin's chest, clinging to him like a lifeline.
Jimin gently stroked his hair, his fingers soothing and slow.

"Minnie... I don't want to go," Taehyung whispered, voice muffled against Jimin's shirt.

"It's been a week, Tae," Jimin said softly. "You promised me you'd come back to college today."

"But Minnie..." his voice trembled, "he'll be there."

"No buts, Tae." Jimin sat up slightly and held up a fist. "You promised. And no piece of shit is gonna stop me from walking into campus with my best friend."

Taehyung peeked up at him, pouting adorably, lashes still wet from fresh tears.

"Is... is he okay, Minnie?" he asked, blinking rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Jimin sighed, cupping the back of his head again as he guided it back to his chest.
"Tae... we don't talk about that bitch, okay?"

"But... but I want to talk to him..." Taehyung's voice cracked, tears spilling again as he buried his face deeper into Jimin's chest.

Jimin rubbed slow circles on his back, heart aching at the sound of his best friend's quiet sobs.
Once again, his Tae was crying over him.

"Don't cry, bub," he whispered. "We've gotta be strong, remember? Be brave."
He pulled back gently, wiping Taehyung's tears with his thumb.
"We're not gonna let that jerk ruin us. We'll show them what we're made of. Right, babe?"

Taehyung didn't answer with words—he just gave a soft, almost imperceptible hum.
He still didn't really want to go...
But deep down, a small part of him just wanted to see him.
Even if it hurt.

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On the other hand, Jungkook was barely holding himself together.

It had been a whole week.
Seven endless days without a single word from Taehyung.
No updates. No sightings. No whispers in the hallway.

He was going insane.
All he wanted was a glimpse—just one look to know his babe was okay.

Every day, he came to college hoping, praying, aching just to catch a hint of Taehyung's presence.
Just to know he was breathing.
Because without that... Jungkook couldn't breathe either.