S.P.E.L.T (Completed ✅️)

Mother 🌼

The bracelet breaks, beads scattering across the floor, their soft clinks echoing in the stillness. I freeze, watching in horror as the room starts to change around us.

It's like the air shifts, the tension releases, and suddenly the dark, suffocating space melts into something calm and clean.

The cold air brushes against my skin, bringing with it a strange sense of clarity, as if the fog that clouded my mind is finally lifting.

Taehyung kneels before me, his eyes wide, disbelief etched on his face.

It's him..it's finally him I thought.

The real Taehyung.

I kneel too, my breath shaky. Slowly, his hand reaches for my face, trembling as if he's afraid I might disappear.

As if he cannot believe he's free , and finally in his own body .

His fingers brush against my cheek, and it feels like everything I've ever longed for is captured in that single touch.

Without thinking, I reach for him, mirroring his movement, my hand cupping his face.

His skin feels warm, soft as if longing to be held affectionately.

We're so close, our foreheads gently pressing together.

It's as though the world around us falls away, leaving just the two of us in this moment of raw vulnerability.

Tears fall from both of us-silent, slow. I can feel his pain, his regret, his longing. I can feel everything he's been through, and it shatters me.

I'm not sure who leans in first, but suddenly, we're hugging, clinging to each other like we're afraid to let go, afraid that if we do, the world will tear us apart again.

We cry out , as loud as we can ,letting out everything, pulling into each other's embrace , no lust, no feeling could ever match this pure feeling.....of love.

The cold air wraps around us, but in his arms, there's warmth. There's comfort. There's something I've been searching for all this time.

And in that moment, nothing else matters.

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3rd person's POV:

They had been sitting in the cramped police station for what felt like forever, waiting for the  officer to come back.

Yeonjun looked around at the others, all of them tense, tired, and anxious. They were here to save Tamrah, but even that plan felt shaky.

A loud voice came from the hallway, snapping them all to attention. Except Jake who had dozzed off while waiting.

The door opened, and in walked a tall, confident Black woman with a name badge that read Officer Johnson. She was all smiles, but there was something sharp in her eyes. She took a seat behind her desk, spinning her chair around dramatically.

"Alright, kids," Officer Johnson said, her tone playful, but clearly skeptical.

"What brings you to my office? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost."
She laughed playfully.

Yeonjun swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Uh... Officer, we need your help. It’s about one of our college classmates. She’s gone missing, and we think she’s in serious danger."

Officer Johnson raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with an amused expression.

"Uh-huh. And did y’all try calling your parents first? Or did y’all just decide to come play detective in my station?"