Taehyung, ensconced within a meticulously constructed façade, remains blissfully oblivious to the impending peril. His tranquil existence is abruptly upended, thrust into tumult, as the sins of the past surge forth, exploiting him as an instrument o...
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In the dimly lit room, Mr. Kim sat beside Taehyung, his eyes weary from nights spent in silent vigil. The air hung heavy with the persistent scent of antiseptic, a stark reminder of the battles fought within these four walls. Taehyung lay peacefully, a stark contrast to the turmoil that encased him.
A soft knock echoed through the room, and Namjoon entered, concern etched across his features. His eyes, discerning and compassionate, noticed the toll the situation had taken on Mr. Kim. "Sir, how are you holding up?" Namjoon asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.
Mr. Kim looked up, his eyes reflecting the weariness of a soul entrenched in an ongoing battle. "Namjoon," he greeted, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken struggles. "I'm here. Always here."
Namjoon glanced around the room, taking in the palpable heaviness that clung to the air. "You've limited yourself to this room, sir. Your health—"
"I'm fine," Mr. Kim interjected, his attempt at reassurance falling short. His gaze returned to Taehyung, the worry etched deep into the lines of his face. "He's my priority, Namjoon. I can't leave him alone in this darkness."
Namjoon sighed, understanding the depth of Mr. Kim's commitment. "And how's Taehyung? Any improvement?"
The lines on Mr. Kim's face deepened, and a profound sadness clouded his eyes. "Physically, he's healing. But the wounds that remain are beyond the reach of medicine. He's trapped in his own nightmares, Namjoon. I can't reach him."
Namjoon approached, placing a supportive hand on Mr. Kim's shoulder. "You can't carry this burden alone, sir. We're here for both of you. Let us help."
Mr. Kim met Namjoon's gaze, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring the pain that resonated within. "Namjoon, I failed to protect my son. I don't know how to pull him back from this darkness."
Namjoon's expression softened with empathy. "You're not alone in this, sir. Taehyung needs you, but he also needs professional help. We can find the best for him, together."
The room bore witness to a father's desperation, a man who had reached the limits of his strength. The air seemed charged with unspoken sorrow as Namjoon, standing by Mr. Kim's side, became a silent pillar of support in the face of an insurmountable storm.
Namjoon maintained a comforting grip on Mr. Kim's shoulder, his eyes conveying understanding. "Sir, I know this is incredibly difficult, but consulting a psychologist could be a crucial step. They specialize in helping people cope with the kind of trauma Taehyung is facing. They have the expertise to guide him through this darkness."
Mr. Kim's eyes flickered with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "But what if he doesn't want to talk? What if he shuts them out like he does with me?"
Namjoon nodded empathetically. "It's a common fear, but psychologists are trained to build trust and create a safe space. They can start with non-verbal therapies, like art or music therapy, allowing Taehyung to express himself without the pressure of words. It's a gradual process, sir."
