Taehyung was once the bright light in every room-the boy who's laughs had the power to light up another's world, who spread positivity and warmth to everyone around him. He was the friend you could count on, the one who never let anything dull his s...
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POV:
A week later
A week had passed since Jungkook had entered Taehyung’s apartment, a week since he’d been crushed under the weight of his own regret. Each day felt like an eternity, the silence of his apartment louder than any sound he could imagine. The walls felt suffocating, closing in on him as his thoughts spiraled out of control.
Jungkook had never been this lost before, never felt so consumed by guilt. Every day he had cried himself to sleep, his pillow soaked with tears, the pain in his chest almost unbearable. Every night, his heart screamed for Taehyung, and every morning, he woke up with the same crushing realization: Taehyung wasn’t there anymore , waiting for him with a smile.
The night was the worst. When the world was quiet, when there was no distraction, Jungkook could hear the screams in his head. The regrets, the memories, the what-ifs. He couldn’t even look at the mirror anymore without seeing a stranger—a man who had destroyed the one good thing in his life. His hands trembled when he touched his face, and he could feel the weight of the darkness in his chest growing heavier by the second.
“Taehyung…” he whispered to the empty room, his voice breaking as he said the name that had once been a source of comfort and now was a painful reminder of everything he had lost.
The guilt ate at him. Taehyung was in the hospital, fighting for his life, and Jungkook couldn’t even bring himself to visit him. The thought of seeing Taehyung in pain because of him—because of his selfishness, his refusal to face his feelings—was too much to bear. Taehyung had always been there for him, and now when Taehyung needed him the most, Jungkook had shut him out. He had been too focused on his own fears and insecurities, too blind to see that Taehyung had been the only one who had ever cared for him, the only one who had truly loved him without reservation.
But now it was too late. Or so he thought.
There were moments, in the stillness of his apartment, when Jungkook thought about ending it all. He was consumed by the weight of the mistakes he had made. But each time, just as he thought the darkness would swallow him whole, something stopped him. The thought of Taehyung, lying in a hospital bed, alone, kept him from going too far. He still wanted to beg Taehyung for forgiveness. He still wanted to make things right.
But how? How could he possibly face Taehyung after everything he had done?
Jungkook’s legs moved on their own as he found himself standing in front of Taehyung’s hospital room. He had no plan, no idea what he was going to say. All he knew was that he couldn’t live with himself any longer. He needed to see Taehyung, needed to know that there was still a chance, however small, to fix what he had broken.
But the moment he stepped into the room, the sight of Taehyung hooked up to various machines, pale and fragile, took the breath out of his lungs. Taehyung was still breathing, still alive, but barely. His heart ached at the sight. Taehyung had never deserved this.
