In a world where family means everything, three brothers find their strength in each other.
Jimin, the eldest, is the steady anchor-a parental figure who shoulders responsibilities with quiet determination. Taehyung, the middle brother, is the vibra...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Time skips ; Six Months Later
The house was eerily quiet now.
Gone were the days of endless laughter, playful bickering, and Tae running through the halls, teasing his hyungs with his mischievous grin. The once vibrant home now felt empty, as if something vital had been stripped away, leaving only silence in its wake.
And in many ways, it had.
Tae had forgotten.
Not just Yoongi. Not just Hobi.
Not Namjoon. Not Jin.
Not even Jungkook.
He had forgotten everyone and everything—except for one person.
Jimin.
His hyung.
Tae clung to Jimin with a quiet desperation, like a lost child afraid of being abandoned in an unfamiliar world. To him, Jimin was his only family, his only sense of home.
And it was destroying the others.
But No one suffered more than Jungkook and Yoongi.
Watching their brother—someone they had loved and cherished always —stare at them as if they were strangers was a pain neither of them could put into words.
They had tried everything—photos, stories, familiar scents, even recreating old memories—but nothing reached him. Tae couldn't remember them , Not even a single thing about any of them ...
And every day, They all feared the same thing.
That soon, even Jimin wouldn’t be enough.
It was Another Typical Day in The house ...
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the quiet room. Jimin stirred awake to the now-familiar sensation of Tae curled up beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin’s waist as if clinging to the last thing keeping him grounded.
This had become their routine.
Tae wouldn’t sleep unless Jimin was holding him.
Jimin exhaled softly, running gentle fingers through Tae’s messy hair, brushing the strands away from his peaceful face. In sleep, Tae looked peaceful and serene—untouched by the cruel reality that awaited him when he woke up. But Jimin knew better.
The moment those eyes fluttered open, the weight of their world would settle once more.
As if on cue, Tae shifted, his brows furrowing slightly before his lashes lifted. His gaze, still hazy with sleep, immediately found Jimin.
Tae: (groggy) "Hyung…?"
Jimin forced a smile, one he had perfected over the months, a smile meant to reassure, to comfort, to pretend that everything was okay.
