"E-Eomma..." he mumbled brokenly, his voice so soft, so fragile, that no one heard.
His thumb traced over her image as sobs threatened to tear out of his chest.
"Why did you save me, Eomma? If you were here... if you were alive... would we have been happy? Would we have been a real family? Why did you save me that day? I am dying in guilt. I failed as a son, Eomma. I-"
"I killed Hyungie. I killed him with my own hands. Why? Why did I do that? If you were alive... and you saw what I did... you would be disgusted by me. You would have kicked me out. I know it. I know it. And you'd be right to do it."
His silent cries turned into desperate, shuddering gasps. His nails dug into his palms, his vision swimming in an ocean of pain.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Not a single day has passed without guilt crushing me. If I hadn't said those words that day, would Hyungie still be alive? Would we still be together?"
He let out a silent sob.
"Noona and Eunnie are angry at me too. And they should be. They have every right to hate me."
His chest ached. It ached so much that he wished it would stop beating.
"I-I'm sorry..."
But no one heard him. No one ever heard him.
His pain was a scream locked inside a prison of silence. His wishes were so simple, yet they felt impossible-like stars he could never reach.
He was drowning in his own thoughts, a never-ending loop of self-hatred and hopelessness. He wished for death. He wished for an end.
He was already at the last stage of his suffering.
And no one-not a single soul-could hear him breaking.
Tae and Jimin were focusing on their project, but their attention kept drifting toward Jungkook. Every few minutes, their eyes flickered to him, silently observing.
“Tae, don’t you feel like something’s... off?” Jimin whispered, concern laced in his tone.
Tae exhaled deeply, nodding. “He’s so... different.”
Jimin sighed, his fingers hesitating over the keyboard. “Don’t worry, Tae... But was it really just a nightmare?” he asked, his worry growing with each passing second.
Tae stared at him, his jaw tightening. Jimin quickly typed into the search bar about nightmares, and as soon as the results appeared, their eyes widened.
"Nightmares are usually caused by past trauma."
Both of them gasped softly.
“Is this real? Or are we just overthinking?” Tae muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
“Who knows... Let’s ask Hobi-hyung later,” Jimin suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tae nodded absentmindedly, his gaze drifting back to Jungkook. He was completely lost in his thoughts, his face unreadable. Just then, Tae’s phone rang. He glanced down and saw the caller ID—Hyunwoo.
“Who is that?” Jimin asked.
“Your appa,” Tae replied.
Jimin hummed in acknowledgment while Tae answered the call.
“Nae, samchoon,” Tae spoke respectfully.
“What are you guys doing, Tae?” Hyunwoo’s voice came through, calm and gentle.
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Still With You ?
Fanfiction"I don't remember anything, and I DONT WANT TO" "K-kookie w-who did this to you?" "A monstar " "Jinnie hyungie" "Tae tae" "We always loved you kook, and will love you still" "Not still with you" "The memories are STILL WITH YOU kookie" Hey everyone...
