Taehyung and Jungkook have been married for two years, a union that was the result of a promise made between their grandmothers during childhood. This forced marriage has primarily impacted Jungkook, who has suffered due to Taehyung's mistreatment...
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Eternal are my eyes upon you, ever watchful, like the stars tracing their path across the night, never fading, never turning away....🌼🌼🌼🌼....
~Kim Taehyung
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Namjoon and Jin arrived in Seoul just as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the city. Their journey had been long and fraught with a sense of urgency that neither could shake. They knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and the silence that greeted them as they entered their Seoul house, where their son's are currently living, only confirmed their worst fears.
“Why is it so quiet?” Jin whispered, his voice trembling as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway.
Namjoon didn’t answer. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. The house, which was usually filled with warmth and the sound of Taehyung's laughter, was eerily silent. Even though they knew that Taehyung hadn't been speaking to anyone and Yoongi and Jimin also discussed it with them, this silence was different. It was heavy, oppressive, as if the walls themselves were mourning.
Jin’s hand shook as he reached for the light switch, but Namjoon stopped him. “Don’t,” Namjoon said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s just… let’s just find him.”
With a nod, Jin followed Namjoon down the hallway. They passed by the living room, where the curtains were drawn tightly shut, leaving the room in shadows. The faint smell of dust and something metallic hung in the air, making Namjoon’s stomach churn. He quickened his pace, his, his mind racing with all the horrible possibilities of what they might find.
Finally, they reached Taehyung’s room. Namjoon hesitated, his hand hovering over the door handle. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the growing sense of dread that clawed at his chest.
“Namjoon…” Jin’s voice broke the silence, cracking with fear.
Namjoon nodded, taking a deep breath before slowly inserting the spare key into the lock. The click of the door unlocking sent a shiver down his spine as he pushed the door open, his breath caught in his throat.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of a single lamp on the floor, casting long, twisted shadows on the wall, surrounded by a pool of dark red blood.
"Oh.... God..... Tae.....Taehyung....." Namjoon's voice was barely a whisper, his legs buckling beneath him as he took in the scene. His knees hit the floor hard, but he didn't feel the pain. All he could see was his son, who's body is lifeless, skin pale as blood continued to sleep from the deep cut on his wrist.
Jin let out a strangled cry, his hand flying to his mouth as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with horror. "No....no.....no.....no...." His voice cracked, and he collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "M.....My.... Child..... Namjoon..... our son......"
