Boboiboy Oneshots

Broken Winds

 Warning:- Suicidal attempts, Complete Angst( It may be :/), Comfort, A very short story.

Taufan sat alone in his room, watching the moonlight filter through the window as it bathed the walls in pale silver. His usually carefree, joyful demeanor was nowhere to be found tonight. He stared at his hands, his mind swirling with a single thought—I am the weakest. It echoed in his mind, haunting him, suffocating him, until it was all he could think about.

They're all so strong... Halilintar with his fierce, unyielding power of lightning; Gempa, the dependable rock who held them all together; Blaze, with his fiery passion and boundless energy; even the calm and steady Ice. And Duri...so innocent, so pure. And Solar...always first, always smart, always the best at everything.

What am I? Just the one who bakes, the one who plays pranks. I can't even protect them when they need me.

He clenched his fists as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the belief that he was a burden to his brothers, nothing more.

They would be better off without me...

The thought stung. He knew it was true, and the guilt gnawed at him. He couldn't bear to burden them anymore. They had enough to deal with—the battles, the responsibilities. He was only holding them back. Taufan stood up, the familiar joy in his eyes long gone, replaced by a deep, consuming sadness. His legs felt heavy as he moved towards his desk, pulling open a drawer.

The gleam of metal caught his eye, and his hands shook as he picked up the knife. He didn't want to do this. But I have to. For them.

Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he made his way to the door, carefully turning the knob so no one would hear. He couldn't bear for any of his brothers to see him like this, not when they were already carrying so much.

Taufan stepped outside, the cold night air chilling him to the bone, but he didn't feel it. His mind was elsewhere. He walked a little farther, stopping in a shadowed corner where no one would find him until it was too late.

The knife trembled in his grip as he held it to his neck, his breath hitching. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of his decision crushing him. Memories of laughter, joy, and love flooded his mind—Hali scolding him for messing around, Gempa's soft smiles, Blaze's wild pranks, Ice's calm advice, Duri's innocence, and Solar's confident smirk. They all loved him.

But in his heart, he believed that love was undeserved.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his grief. His fingers tightened on the handle, his body shaking uncontrollably.

And then, before he could go through with it, a force knocked the knife out of his hand. The metal clattered onto the ground, far from his reach. Taufan gasped, frozen in shock, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

He looked up, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the last person he ever expected—Halilintar, standing there with a look of pure fury and pain etched across his face. But what shocked Taufan the most were the tears streaming down Hali's cheeks.

Hali? Crying?

Before he could say a word, Halilintar slapped him, the sharp sting of it bringing Taufan back to reality. His face burned from the impact, but more than that, his heart ached at the sight of his elder brother like this.