stable love

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With taehyung and hobi:

Hobi sat on the bed, lost in thought, while Taehyung stood with his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the floor. Both were consumed by the same question: why had Bogum's panic attacks resurfaced after years of silence?

Taehyung broke the silence, his voice laced with concern, "Hyung, has something happened with Bogum hyung recently? Something we don't know about?"

Hobi's expression was tormented, his voice barely above a whisper, "I don't understand, Tae. It feels like the past is repeating itself... I don't want to see Bogum trapped in that darkness again, from which he escaped with so much difficulty."

Taehyung's anger simmered, his words tinged with frustration, "I don't know why Bogum hyung always keeps everything to himself, suffering in silence. It's like he's afraid to let us in."

Hobi's eyes mirrored Taehyung's concern, his voice heavy with worry, "I'm afraid of the same thing, Tae. He's always been like this, but today... it feels like something is terribly wrong, and he's not telling us."

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his determination evident, "Hyung, I don't think we can sit back anymore. We need to dig deeper, before things escalate further."

Hobi's expression turned grave, his voice laced with concern, "That's why I've asked Soobin to keep a close eye on him, and I've also increased his security detail. I have my doubts about his safety."

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with curiosity, "That's a good move, hyung, but has Bogum agreed to the extra security?"

Hobi's face clouded, his voice barely above a whisper, " No, I've arranged for bodyguards to be with him at all times, without his knowledge. He thinks Soobin is just interning with him, but in reality, Soobin is there to take care of him."

Taehyung's eyes widened, his voice laced with understanding, "It's better he doesn't know, or he'll lock himself away again, like last time."

Hobi's face paled, his eyes haunted by memories, "I don't even want to think about that day... just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine."

Taehyung's expression mirrored Hobi's, his voice heavy with empathy, "I know, hyung. It was a terrible day for all of us. You mentioned suspicions earlier... what are you suspecting?"

Hobi's voice laced with unease, "I'm not sure yet, but something feels off. I just have this feeling that something is wrong, and I need to get to the bottom of it." His voice was laced with concern, his eyes clouded with memories. "I believe someone or something from his past is haunting him."

Taehyung nodded, his expression somber, as Hobi continued, "Remember when we went to his office to choose an outfit for the party? His eyes filled with tears."

And his voice cracked, his emotions raw, "I saw the same terror in his eyes that day, the same fear I saw when you rescued him from that hell. And when I visited his house, he was lying on the floor, shattered, like he'd endured some unspeakable trauma. Even then, his eyes held a strange, unsettling unease."

Taehyung's eyes mirrored Hobi's distress, his face etched with worry. The memories hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, as they both struggled to comprehend the depth of Bogum's pain.

"Taehyung's voice was laced with worry, his eyes pleading for action. "We need to get him help, take him to a psychiatrist. If we catch it early, he can recover quickly."

Hobi's face contorted in concern, his voice heavy with empathy. "But what do we tell him, Tae? We can't just say we think he needs treatment without him opening up to us. Remember how he struggled with depression during his recovery? He felt like a burden to us, and if we push him now, he might spiral further down."