Fragments of a Fragile Mind [Kim Taehyung]

As Taehyung stepped closer to the clay forms, panic ensued.

"What? No! No, what happened?! I created this?! This isn't how I made them! What the hell happened?!" Taehyung was screaming out loud to himself as he ran to his creations. They didn't look like how he remembered them.

The paint was completely abstract. There were no painted eyes or skin tones or painted  hair. Every single statue was covered in streaks of random colors, such as blues and greens and reds.

"No...No, I remember how I painted these! It wasn't like this!" He walked around and looked at every single one he'd created, all of them falling nothing short of absolutely terrible. The forms themselves weren't correct. They barely even resembled the forms of humans, they looked like some form of another species.

"This isn't...this isn't how I made them..." Taehyung knew he wasn't perfect at sculpting or painting, but he didn't remember doing this badly. To him, he'd done a somewhat decent job even though he had become a tad bit hasty.

"No! This is all fucking wrong!" Tears poured out of Taehyung's eyes as he went around and started shoving the clay creations to the ground. Some of them had already started to dry, causing them to completely shatter as they smashed against the hardwood floor.

"This is all wrong!" He was hyperventilating as the tears continued to flow. He continued to smash the clay into bits, even taking some of the wet clumps and chucking them all across the room. "It's not right! None of this is right! These look nothing like them!"

He took his paints and flung them at the wall, scattering the colors onto the canvas of photos of his members that he'd taped up. He took all of the carving tools and threw those too.

"Why?! Why me?! Huh?! Why the hell did I have to lose everything?!" He went around and started stomping on all of the shattered pieces of clay, the crunching sound echoing throughout the place.

"Why does everything I ever work hard for turn to shit?! Absolute shit! I worked so hard for this life! I worked so hard for my members! I worked so fucking hard! Why did I have to lose it all?!" He dropped to his knees as his body began to give out from all the emotions. He gathered mounds of the clay dust in his hands, opening his fingers as the dust slowly fell back to the ground between them.

"Why did they have to turn to dust? Why did they have to leave me?" He cupped his hands together and buried his face into them as his shoulders heaved. He lost control for a long time, consumed by nothing but heartbreak and sorrow.

Then he could hear them. He could hear his members' voices coming from the pictures on the walls. He picked his head up and wiped his tears before slowly standing and making his way over. He stood closely to a group photo of them and saw them all smiling at him.

"It's okay, Taehyung," Namjoon replied, "it doesn't have to be clay. You can bring us back another way."

"H-hyung..." Taehyung took his finger and lightly glided it over Namjoon's face. "I'm trying. I'm trying so hard but I keep failing. I c-can't do it, hyung."

"You have to bring us back. We miss you," Jimin said.

"Jiminie...I miss you too..."

"If you miss us, why'd you destroy us?" Jungkook's eyes shifted, glancing down at the shattered clay and streaks of paint scattering the living room. His eyes turned back to Taehyung without him saying anything else.

"No-Jungkookie listen it wasn't working-" Taehyung had to steady himself by putting his hand up against the wall. This was getting to be too much. "I'd never destroy you. I'm trying to bring you back. I'm trying so hard..."

"You'll figure it out like you always do," Jin replied.

"Jin hyung..." Taehyung whispered.

Taehyung stared at the photo as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. He desperately hoped to hear from the other members in the photo but was met with silence, and it was like a dagger to the heart. Another reminder that they weren't physically there with him.

At least not yet.