Through the Glass k.th [HYYH pt.1]

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"On top of this ending tune, I am standing here alone, now tell me--that it's over, let me know..."

~Let Me Know-BTS

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It wasn't until 2AM that Mrs. Park got him to leave, The Doctor had calmly argued his point for that long, and only left when Mrs. Park had basically started sobbing. And as she came up the stairs, since Jimin had somehow fallen asleep, leaving Taehyung sitting on the edge of the bed, the only one awake, he could clearly hear Mrs. Park sniffling.

Do we really mean that much to her? Taehyung fiddled with his fingers. He looked at the door. He couldn't imagine how Mrs. Park could be feeling about this, because he couldn't quite picture the reason for the attachment she had.

Taehyung got off the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Jimin, then went to the bedroom door, slowly opening it and peeking out.

It was dark in the hallway, only light in it was a dim bit of moonlight. He looked down the hallway to see if there was anyone in it. There wasn't. So he walked across to Mrs. Park's bedroom door.

He wasn't sure what lead him there, but he heard her crying still. He'd never heard Mrs. Park cry, he'd never even imagined she would cry. She didn't seem like the type to cry. People cried. Everyone did, but somehow, it seemed like she wouldn't.

Taehyung swallowed, then knocked on the door. "Eo-Eomma?" He asked, listening closely for her response, if there was going to be any response at all. He half expected her to tell him to go away.

Instead the door opened, revealing Mrs. Park standing there in pajamas, her eyes puffy and red from crying. "Taehyung, sweetie, what are you doing up?"

"I...Ah...I..." He didn't know what to say. He hadn't even thought of what to say. What could he say? I don't want to go, I want to stay with you, don't let them take me, I love you, eomma. None of that would make anything any better.

He hugged her. It was the only thing he could think of that wouldn't just make it worse.

"Oh, Taehyung..." Mrs. Park said, ruffling his hair and hugging him back. "What is he thinking? You don't need pills, you never needed pills..."

Taehyung hugged her tighter, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. You know? Please say you know, please say you're not just saying that. I never needed them, I'm not crazy.

Mrs. Park probably felt his body heave with the tears and backed out of the hug, looking concerned when she got a look at him. "Taehyung... Don't let me get to you, if I'm crying, it's not because it's hopeless, I'm going to do everything I can to keep you here, okay? No one's taking you or Kyung-mi from me without a fight to the death." She said the last bit with a forced chuckle, then seeing Taehyung still wiping at tears, she said, "Why are you crying, honey?"

Taehyung sucked in a halting breath, wiping away tears on his sleeve. "I... just... You...know I'm not...crazy?" Was what Taehyung got out, trying hard to at least be understandable.

Mrs. Park nodded. "I know. Only thing you suffer from, Taehyung, is anxiety and post traumatic stress, but you went through trauma, I don't blame you for that. None of that is your fault."

"R-really?" He asked, biting his bottom lip to try to stop the crying.

Mrs. Park smiled. "Of course, Taehyung. But please don't cry, I'll get it sorted, I promise."

Promise...Can you really promise that? If they take me away, then what can you do? What will you do? How will you do that? Taehyung nodded anyway, though his thoughts only came up with the worst of what could happen.