Forced Marriage | Taekook

The room was dead silent, the kind of quiet that just sits heavy on you, like it’s pressing down on your chest. But then, out of nowhere, Jungkook’s quiet sobbing broke through. He was a mess, holding Grandma’s frail hand like his life depended on it, his fingers shaking like crazy against her cold skin. Tears were streaming down his face, and every now and then, a hiccup would cut through his crying as he blurted out stuff, his voice all choked up and desperate.

“G-Grandma, p-please,” Jungkook stammered, his voice cracking with every word. “D-don’t leave me, p-please. You know, na, I-I can’t live without you. P-please, Grandma.”

Taehyung just stood there, completely frozen, watching Jungkook fall apart right in front of him. His chest felt tight, and his own eyes started tearing up, but he clenched his fists, trying to hold it together. This wasn’t the time to lose it—Jungkook needed him to stay strong.

Seeing Jungkook like that was too much for Taehyung to handle, so he just went over, pulled him into a tight back hug, and held him there. He rested his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, like he was trying to protect him from all the hurt.

Grandma managed a little smile at the sight of them. Even though she was so tired, she felt a little better knowing her grandson wasn’t going through this alone.

“T-Tae,” Jungkook managed to say, squeezing Grandma’s hand harder. His voice was so soft, barely making it through the sobs. “Y-you tell her... she’ll listen to you.”

Taehyung’s throat went tight, and he could feel the tears threatening to fall. He turned to Grandma, his eyes begging her to understand. She was already looking at him, her tired, kind eyes meeting his.

He mouthed, “Please don’t go.”

Grandma gave him a gentle smile, full of love and acceptance. She knew it was her time.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she called out, “Baby Bunny…”

Jungkook’s sobs softened a bit when he heard that nickname. He looked up at her, his face all red and streaked with tears, just full of heartbreak.

“Baby,” Grandma continued, her voice so weak that they had to strain to hear her. “Everyone has to go, and now… it’s my time.”

Jungkook shook his head frantically, tears spilling over once again. “N-no,” he said, his voice trembling. “Y-you c-can’t go. P-please, grandmaa… d-don’t say that.”

Grandma’s lips quivered as she watched her beloved grandson. She wanted to hold on, but she knew it wasn’t possible. “Listen to me, Bunny,” she said softly, trying to calm him. “First… come and sit beside me.”

Taehyung gently loosened his arms around Jungkook, giving him a small pat on the shoulder. “Go on,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, but then he got up and moved closer. He grabbed a stool, pulled it next to the bed, and sat down, still holding onto Grandma’s fragile hand.

Grandma’s smile grew a little brighter, though her face was still pale. “I know I have to go,” she said, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “But, Bunny… I need you to promise me something.”

Jungkook’s tear-filled eyes widened slightly. He nodded, signaling for her to continue.

“Promise me,” she said, her gaze locking onto his, “that you’ll not cry. If you cry… I’ll cry too. And you don’t want to see me cry, right?”

Jungkook swallowed, his throat all tight from the lump of emotions. He nodded again, even though the tears kept falling down his face.

“I-I promise,” he whispered, his voice breaking.