Where Skies Are Blue | BTS

Devastation took on myriad forms, like a malevolent jewel with countless facets, but if one had to capture it in a single image, the expressions on the boys' faces would undoubtedly suffice. The room seemed to shiver, a frigid draft of realization extinguishing its warmth. It was as if a glacial dread had settled in, when the final pieces of a chilling puzzle snapped into place, revealing a portrait of bitter truth.

That portrait, painted before their eyes, was a grotesque tableau of neglect. Cruelty wrapped itself around the scene. The revelation struck them like an icy bolt-the jarring recognition of their mistake, the grim reality that they had let Jungkook's birthday slip through their fingers like sand.

The hourglass had been turned, and there was only so much time left.