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Chapter 8

Sung Jiyeon's POV

"Taehyung?"

He cried, "No.. no.." he repeated then grabbed handful of his hair, "NO!" He screamed, full of pain and sorrow. I touched his shoulder with concern, "Taehyung?"

His tears were endless, he ignored my tap on my shoulder and stood violently. He pushed the things he pleased to, he became chaotic and I had to stop him before he went crazy. He kicked the couch and punched the wall with great force.

"Taehyung!"

He leaned on the wall and buried his face full of tears and sadness. He let himself slide down against the wall until his bottom hit the floor with a soft thud.

"That's why she looked weak when she brought me in that program." There was anger in his tone as he said those through gritted teeth, a tear streamed down his cheek.

I held both of his shoulders reassuringly, "Taehyung, calm down." I said softly, his breathing became steady and shut his eyes to control the emotion bursting out.

"I have to go." He said stiffly and stood, I grabbed his wrist, "I'm coming." I said.

His face looked hesitant but he still agreed to let me come with him.

"Namjoon, keep an eye on all of them."

~~~

I scanned the whole street we drove into until Taehyung pulled over on a driveway, I looked at the odd looking house that must be his. It looked abandoned and there was no movement inside the house instead a light was left open.

We stepped inside of his house with ease, the door looked like someone had immediately barged in after hearing the bad news. His cheek was damp from the tears that had fell during the ride. His eyes were getting swollen and I felt sympathy for him.

"No! This is not true! This is not happening! This hasn't happened! This is a dream!" He told himself and kicked the small table near him. When he kicked it, a paper flew in front of him slowly.

Kim Taehyung's POV

I looked at the paper with curiosity, I picked it up gently. I felt the tears at the corner of my eyes when I read that the letter is for me and from my dear mother.

Dear son,

Annyeonghaseyo my Taehyunggie, I know there's zero chances for you to read this but I'm still gonna write everything for you.

Oh Taehyung, You are my everything.. Even your dad, he's happy for you that you existed on this world. I'm sorry tho, if me and your dad always fight. We always love you Taehyung. And I know, you still have the guilt of accidentally killing your father. Taehyung.. I know you just wanted to protect me but still.. I didn't teach you to kill someone especially your father.

I know.. you're mad at me for putting you in this program but I hope you understand me Taehyung.. You're being worst.. You're killing yourself and I can't stop you.

Taehyung.. Remember that your mom loves you so much. <3

Saranghaeyo..

-Mother

I started crying again. My tears landed on the letter which made the ink scatter. It felt thousands of daggers stabbed on my heart wrapped with a strong chain enveloping the pain killing me slowly.

Sung Jiyeon's POV

I can feel Taehyung's pain when he read his mother's letter. I tried my very best to calm him but I guess it wasn't enough.

"Why?!" He cried, "She's the only person I loved the most!" He screamed on the top of his lungs and completely lost his temper.

"Taehyung, I understand what you —"

I was immediately cut by a death glare from him, his eyes firing in anger as he marched closer to me with the intimidating presence that made me stumble back.

"You know what!? If that stupid program of yours never existed, my mother should be still alive! I should have taken care of her instead of being stuck inside that damn program!" He bursted out in fury while pointing me with his index finger which felt like a knife to me.

His words hurt me, I fought the tears on my eyes. I looked down to my feet, lost for words while he pace around the room, muttering incoherent words. I didn't want to talk back so I decided to keep the words deep in to my heart where they could decay. I understood his state and I have to keep myself calm.

He felt my silence then he realized the words he laid upon me. I felt his presence lingering in front of me, "I'm sorry Jiyeon, I didn't mean to say those words." He apologized. I looked at him, he looked sincere and tired.

I shook my head, "You don't have to be sorry, It's okay with me. I understood you, Taehyung." I said softly, looking down to my feet to hide the tears threatening to fall.

If it's really my fault, I have to be sorry.

Now, he lost his mother. Leaving him nothing but himself.

I hugged him tightly, "Taehyung, I'm really sorry if you still think it's my fault for everything. It's fine to blame me. I'm also sorry for your lost."

He didn't say a word but I felt my shoulders getting wet.

~~~

We decided get back home after Taehyung cried. He locked himself inside his room that left me worried. He is still hurt and in pain. I'm worrying about him thinking suicidal thoughts.

I walked across his room, thinking if I could have the nerve to talk to him. The others wanted to check on him to but hesitation flooded over them, they said that he needed some alone time.

I knocked on his door softly but the door was surprisingly open so I let myself took a small peek of him reading his mother's note a hundred times with glistening tears falling down to his cheeks.

It hurt me seeing him like this. I sat beside him, making the bed dip down.

I held his hand reassuringly and a surprised look was written on his face.

Kim Taehyung's POV

I was surprised when she held my hand. I felt sad for her because I had offended her a while ago but I promise that I didn't mean to say those hurtful words to her. I didn't mean to burst out the anger I was containing.

She sighed deeply, "I know you're mad at me for a reason," she paused then looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, "I'm sorry." she calmly muttered. I hugged her tight.

"I didn't mean to shout hurtful words at you. I'm sorry." I apologized, my tears started flowing endlessly, "Don't leave me." I added. It's hard for me to be alone right now, I have no one left but my friends.

"I promise." she gave me a brief smile then hooked my pinky into hers.

All of them had led their deepest sympathies as a respect.

I still couldn't believe the fact that my mom has passed away. And it coincidentally matched to my father's date of death. They died at the exact date.

"Jiyeon-ah, I can't sleep either." I stated sheepishly, "Will you please stay with me until I close my eyes?" I asked with a bit of aegyo to convince her.

"Of course, anything." She smiled sincerely, "Taehyung, promise me you won't do anything to yourself. I know what state you are in right now and I'm worrying." I hook my pinky into hers again.

"Yeah." I lied and looked on an embossed object beneath my covers which seemed like a knife. Right, I've hidden it.

Mom, I love you so much.