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#GetWellSoonTaeGi

I wake up, the sun shining through the window. The bed opposite is empty. Reality hits me.

I go out for breakfast. I see the others. They look quite okay, but their eyes say otherwise. They are sad, and they were quite awake last night, just like me. I swear last night I actually heard cries.

The coffee is good, the food is delicious, but I taste nothing. The dining table looks extremely empty, sounds terribly quiet.

There are two unoccupied seats, waiting for their owners.

On the van, everyone is silent. Some sleep. Others fiddle with their phones. I stare out of the window, into the moving view. I can't stop thinking about them.

There is no fun, no laughter, no happiness. The ones that always bring their joy around aren't here.

Our concert in Japan had been cancelled. But I don't know what to feel, don't know how to feel. Will the fans be upset with us? Will they be mad? I'm sure they will understand us. They will, I'm sure.

And with that, I think about them again. No, I never stop thinking about them. There is a heavy burden in my heart, and it can't seem to be lifted off.

Practice goes on as usual, but something is off. Everything seems okay, but we all know it isn't.

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The first thing I see after I enter the room is them. They are asleep, or to be honest, they are unconscious. They look peaceful than ever, but I can't stop my tears from falling.

"We're here," I tell them. "We are always here with you." Of course, there is no reply at all.

I look at the bed nearest to me. He looks pale. Paler than ever. The green dye has faded out, leaving his hair a damaged bleached blonde. He looks so skinny, his collarbones are so noticable. I gently brush his fringes away from his closed eyelids. He doesn't even move a bit, when in normal he will push my hand away. How many nights have he been staying up?

I wander over to the next bed. The view of him is simply heartbreaking. No, I don't want to see him unconscious. It's so early, like it's only 7:15pm, he should be joking around, making us laugh. I remember him rejoicing, twirling around with his phone, over the return of his single eyelid., just the night before. But how? Why?

Their hands are so cold to my touch, like ice. I stand in middle of the two beds, holding one of their hands each. I try to get some warmth into their hands. "Please, get well soon. We miss you." I say.

The night is cold. We leave them, get back to our dorm, stay in our rooms, do something on our own. Everything seems normal, but we all know that it isn't.

I slump into my bed, not even bother to turn the lights on. I surf through the Internet. I smile a little bit when I see our fans have started trending "#GetWellSoonTaeGi" on Twitter. But the silence is nerve wrecking, as I have no one to chat with. I am definitely no used to it.

Unconsciously, I look out of the window to the night sky. There is the moon, shining brightly although it is not round. I have heard that a full moon represents a reunion, so will people always be alone when the moon is not round?

Staring at the not-full-anymore moon, my sight blur again for the umpteenth time of the day. "I wish you're here with me." I whisper, turning my attention to the softly illuminated empty sheet across the room.

"Yoongi-ah, Taehyung-ah, get well soon."

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Woah! I might have make this a lil bit sadder than expected.

I don't even know what I am writing. I am depressed for the whole day, because of Tae and Yoongi.

#GetWellSoonTaeGi, please be healthy soon. We ARMYs will be always by your side.

And for anyone who is reading this (have been none until now), kind comments and suggestions are much welcomed. Thank you very much!

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Edit: I corrected a few grammar mistakes and added a few words here and there. Both Taehyung and Yoongi had updated their Twitter, and I am so so relieved to see them okay, so relieved I could cry. So, SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO DRAMATIC, because there were conspiracies on the Internet that they could probably suffer more than stated. Again, thank you for reading this rant. (151229)