"What- what do you mean? He's in the hospital somewhere, on a phone call," I reassure myself out loud, my hand instinctively reaching for my phone. I send Taehyung a few texts, unable to comprehend what Hoseok just said to me.
the love of my life 💜
1:30 PM
Tae, what's taking you so long?
are you okay?
where are you?
hello??
tae..?
"He's not answering, is he?" Yoongi speaks in a soft tone, and I quickly dial his number. I hear the phone ring four times before he picks up.
"Taehyung! I-"
"Jimin? I think there's someone in the house. I-I don't know who... I've called the cops. They said they're on their way. You're with Y/N, right?.. Okay, don't let her come home, stay out as long as possible until I say it's okay to come..." The recording pauses, and I look at Yoongi through the tears in my eyes. He is holding Taehyung's phone along with a recording device in the other, looking down at the cake in front of us. When he finally decides to look at me, his eyes are filled with sorrow, but no tears, as if this was an event that he got over a long time ago.
Tears start to pour down my cheeks, and both Yoongi and Hoseok rush over to comfort me, embracing me in their warm hugs. Yoongi starts to whisper to me about how much Taehyung cared for me and how he probably can't stand seeing me unable to get over his death.
"Y/N, even to his last breath, he was thinking of you. His priority was keeping you safe. It always was." Hoseok gently says, and I sniffle, wiping my tears away. "So we should let him rest in peace. It may be hard... getting over something this traumatic... I know that you walked into the crime scene and saw Taehyung..." He takes a shaky breath before continuing, "but Yoongi and I will help you, no matter how long it takes."
"How- how long has it been?" I sob, finally meeting Hoseok's eyes.
He pauses for a moment, then answers, "About two and a half years now."
"B-but we had our wedding last year. A-are you telling me that a-all that was my..."
Yoongi nods silently, and I start weeping once more. To think that for so long, I imagined Taehyung with me, keeping his soul from resting peacefully, breaks my heart.
"I'm sorry, Taehyung... I'm sorry..." I repeat those words over and over again, unable to control my tears. Yoongi gently pats my back, giving me time to sort my thoughts out.
I couldn't bring myself to think that Taehyung died as my boyfriend and nothing more. It was hard to suddenly come to the realization that I've been painting this new story with my imagination because I couldn't get over the death of the one I loved the most. Reality hits me hard, and I take in a sharp intake of breath.
Sniffling, I look at Yoongi and Hoseok, who are still watching me. Their soft chocolate brown orbs remind me of how Taehyung used to look at me, and I let out a sigh.
"It hurts," I squeak out, and Hoseok pulls me in for another gentle embrace.
"Oh, honey, I know it does. But you did such a good job already. You were able to tell yourself that it was just your imagination, and that's a really hard task." He cooes, comforting me in his own way. Yoongi gets up to refill my cup, letting Hoseok do some talking for right now. "I'm sure Taehyung is happy and very proud of you right now."
At his little comment, I crack a little smile and wipe my tears. "So... when do we start?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow at me.
"Whenever you're ready. We won't force you to talk to us. I know this is a lot of information you're taking in right now, and we understand that you may need some time to yourself." Yoongi explains, sitting back down and setting my cup in front of me. "In the meantime, we are going to keep you here, just to be safe, and Taehyung's friends are probably going to come and check on you every now and then. I could tell them not to if you want..."
I shake my head. "No... I'd like the company." I take a deep breath, stabilizing myself. "Hoseok, Yoongi?" The two hum back in response at the same time. "Thank you."
