"Being with you feels like coming home,a place of warmth and purity.Each breath draws me closer,revealing why my heart incessantly returns to you,cause you're the comforting refuge where I find peace."
Returning to South Korea from London after half...
"For some wounds, no healing balm can bear, In the realm where hearts can't be repaired."
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"It's nice to finally meet you, Rose," Taehyung's words dripped with a sinister tone as his fingers trailed along Jungkook's soft skin, leaving a trail of discomfort in their wake. The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, each word laden with a sense of foreboding as Jungkook faced the chilling reality of the person standing before him.
In the midst of the tense confrontation, Jimin's desperate cries shattered the silence as he swung the wooden object at Taehyung's hand, attempting to break his grip on Jungkook's neck. Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks, his voice trembling with fear and desperation as his strikes proved futile against Taehyung's iron hold.
"LEVAE MY HYUNG!!" Jimin's words rang out, a desperate plea for mercy amidst the chaos. But Taehyung's grip remained unyielding, his laughter echoing darkly in the air as he mocked Jimin's feeble attempts to intervene.
"Silly people," Taehyung's voice dripped with malice as he turned to Jimin, his smirk twisted into a cruel sneer. "When will people like you learn how to behave?"
His words were a chilling reminder of the power he held over them all, a stark contrast to the desperation of their situation. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating in its intensity as the fate of all hung in the balance.
In the dim light of the grim scene, the air was thick with tension as Taehyung's hand tightened around Jungkook's neck, squeezing the life from him with a relentless grip. Jimin's desperate cries fill the road, while yoongi was still on the ground.
Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks as he watched in horror, his heart breaking with every futile attempt to free his hyung from Taehyung's grasp. But Taehyung remained unmoved.
"This won't help Jimin" His words were a cruel taunt, With each passing moment, the darkness within him seemed to grow stronger, engulfing them in its suffocating embrace.
Jimin's voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded for Taehyung's mercy, his tears mixing with the sweat and fear that permeated the raod. Gripping Taehyung's hand that was wrapped around Jungkook's neck, Jimin's own hand shook with the weight of his emotions. "P-please, Tae!" he implored, his voice cracking with emotion. "That's... that's Jungkook hyung... My hyung... please." His words carried the weight of their shared history, a plea for Taehyung to remember the bonds of that had once united them. Yet, whether Taehyung would heed Jimin's plea remained uncertain, as the tense standoff between them continued to unfold.
" You are irritating me now uff!" Taehyung's voice dripped with irritation as he dismissed Jimin's plea with a curt response. With a bored and annoyed tone, he shoved Jimin aside, his actions swift and forceful. Jimin stumbled backward, unable to regain his footing before crashing to the ground on his back. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his body, exacerbating the fear and helplessness that already consumed him.
