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〰️𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑆𝐸 𝑇𝑂𝑂〰️
ʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs, ɪᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ 2 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs, ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴀᴍ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ!
ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ 21ᴋ✨
ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ✨
As the blue lights reflected off the dimly lit house, Yoongi's ears seemed to be clogged with the hazy sound of paramedics speaking, as he watched them cover Jimin's body with white sheets before rolling him off on a stretcher.
The outline of Jimin's body under the sheets was all Yoongi could stare at, as they strolled him in the ambulance van. For the first time in his life, Yoongi was faced with thoughts and emotions that he couldn't even identify, but he knew it didn't feel good. In the pit of his stomach, was a knot he couldn't shake and his eyes produced a burning sensation he couldn't stop.
Paramedic:"Excuse me?"
Barely even turning his head, Yoongi remained stood, starring silently ahead as a paramedic approached him.
Paramedic:"Um...is there anyone else that should be notified?"
Still starring ahead in silence, Yoongi could barely form a sentence as he watched the ambulance van. His mind was racing with the memories of his 8 year old self, watching the paramedics take away his parents. But contrary to back then, there was a burning sensation within Yoongi to turn back time and have Jimin look him in the eye.
But as he cleared the lump in his throat, Yoongi finally turned to the paramedic, with a small nod.
Yoongi:"His sister..."
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The atmosphere was filled with a somber mood, as Jimin's older sister was stood with her arms wrapped around her self and tears running down her cheeks, while she stood beside Yoongi. The pair watched as Jimin's mother, looked down at his body.
Isabella:"Lo siento....desearía haber podido cambiar tantas cosas que hice mal. ¡Te amo tanto Dios, solo quiero a mi hijo de vuelta!!"
Yoongi looked away as Isabella cradled her son, praying that he'd come back to her and open his eyes.
Isabella:"Dios por favor tráelo de vuelta!! castígame por todos mis pecados pero por favor trae a mi hijo de vuelta!!!"
Elena:"mamá."
Jimin's older sister, wrapped her arms around her mother, trying to comfort her.
Isabella:"I failed him! I failed him and he hated me!!"
As Elena hugged her mother, Yoongi couldn't even take a glance at Jimin, instead he exited the morge room, feeling a strange suffocating feeling as his eyes began to sting again.
But as Yoongi walked down the halls, he paused, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to do with himself, or where he was going. He kept feeling this painful stabbing in his chest, but every time he looked down at his chest there was nothing there, yet the pain wouldn't go away.
Sitting himself down against the wall, Yoongi could still hear Isabella's screaming cries. Yet he wasn't sure if she was still screaming or her cries were just replaying in his head.
Yoongi wanted to block everything out, he wanted to feel nothing like he normally did, but instead he was faced with all these unfamiliar emotions he couldn't identify. The irony was, he wanted to ask Jimin what these emotions were, but he couldn't even do that. He couldn't hear his voice again, he couldn't talk to him anymore. He couldn't laugh nor argue with him ever again.
Yoongi:"....fucking idiot."
Yoongi's vision blurred as the burning sensation returned while he frowned and muttered...
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ᴀsʜᴋᴏᴏᴋ's ʜᴏᴜsᴇ
A day later, standing in the kitchen, Ashlyn held her phone to her ear as she washed the dishes.
Ashlyn:"I can't believe you have to go back to Paris hun."
Taesan:"I know. But Tae said there's an even we have to go tomorrow and we both need to be there."
Ashlyn:"Well I wish we got more time to hang out. But how you feeling about going back home? Jungkook told me that you and Tae aren't exactly on good terms, what happened?"
On the other side of the phone, Taesan bit her lip, falling silent as she contemplated telling Ashlyn the situation. With Ashlyn being a new mother, Taesan didn't want to offend her by sharing her thoughts on not having children.
Taesan:"Um...it's just little things Ash. But I'm gonna talk to him tonight, hopefully everything can be sorted out and we'll be fine."
Ashlyn softly smiled as she dried her hands.
Ashlyn:"I'm sure you and Tae will sort things out, you always do."
Taesan:"Yeah...Um, I've got to finish packing Ash, I'll call you when I land."
Ashlyn:"Okay babe, get home safe."
Taesan:"Will do."
As Taesan hung up the call, Ashlyn frowned at her phone, feeling that Taesan wasn't telling her everything about what was happening between her and Tae. But Ashlyn trusted that the two would sort things out.
With that, Ashlyn made her way to the living room, where she chuckled the moment she saw Jungkook, sat on the couch with Mya on his lap, giving her a stern lecture.
Jungkook:"Aight here's the deal mimi, no boys. Understand? you're gonna grow up looking all peng and that, and these likke man are gonna think they can chat to you, but you tell them daddy said no. And don't you even think about playing doctors with them little Tyrone's when you hit nursery."
Mya looked up at her dad, completely clueless as she drooled down her chin, while Ashlyn laughed.
Ashlyn:"You are so dramatic, she's not even a week old yet."
Jungkook:"Ash I gotta start teaching her from young man."
Ashlyn smiled as shook her head as she took a seat next to the pair, while Jungkook placed multiple kisses on Mya's cheeks, a habit that seemed to always make her a smile.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn scrolled through her phone, but let out a sudden gasp as she covered her mouth, making Jungkook frown as he turned to her.
Jungkook:"What's wrong?"
Ashlyn stared down at her phone as her eyes began to tear up.
Jungkook:"Ash what is it?"
Jungkook frowned even more, as he held Mya between his arms.
Ashlyn:"....Jimin's dead."
Jungkook:"What?"
Taking the phone from her hands, Jungkook looks down at the articles about, Jimin's passing.
Jungkook:"Man...."
Jungkook let out a sigh, before turning to Ashlyn and seeing the tears running down her cheeks.
Jungkook:"Babe.."
Ashlyn:"I feel awful. I mean I know we've had our issues with him, but I could've been nicer to him, I could've—"
Jungkook:"Babe you can't think like that. Trust me you'll rack your brain with what ifs, and that ain't good for you, especially when we have Mya. I know it's easy to feel guilty babe, but there's nothing we could've done."
Ashlyn shielded her eyes and cried as Jungkook wrapped his arm around her, while keeping Mya in his other.
Ashlyn:"He didn't get to see Issac babe..."
As Ashlyn continued to cry, Jungkook placed a gentle kiss on her head to comfort her as he thought about Issac.
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ᴊᴀɴᴇᴛ's ʜᴏᴜsᴇ
Letting out a tired sigh, Janet roamed around the house, cleaning Issac's toys laying around the house, while he was down for a nap.
Janet had been so preoccupied with taking care of Issac, she hasn't really checked her phone to see the news that was spreading around the internet like wildfire. But unaware of the recent events, Janet couldn't stop thinking about Jimin, wondering if he really did want to talk to her.
But could she really trust Yoongi? Deep down, Janet hoped that Jimin would pluck up the courage to come talk to her, and to finally come meet his son.
As Janet took a seat on the couch, she let out a sigh the second the door bell rang; a part of her praying that it was him, that he was here to finally step up and be the man she was in love with.
Janet:"Are you kidding me?"
Rolling her eyes and scoffing, Janet crossed her arms, as Yoongi stood at the door.
Yoongi:"I need to talk to you..."
Janet:"Look I already told you, I ain't down to play whatever games you and Jimin are trying to pull."
Yoongi:"It's serious, just fucking listen—"
Janet:"No you listen! I'm sick and tired of dealing with you! Just leave me alone! And tell Jimin—"
Yoongi:"He's dead Janet."
Janet's brows knitted into a frown as she took a step back and tilted her head.
Janet:"That's not funny........that's not funny Yoongi."
Yoongi watched as Janet's eyes filled with tears. He could see how badly she wanted him to be lying, even Yoongi wished the words coming out his mouth were a lie too.
Yoongi:"...He died—"
Janet:"Stop saying that! He's not dead! Stop fucking saying that!"
Janet had barely realised the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. She refused to believe Yoongi, she didn't want to believe him, especially after witnessing just how manipulative Yoongi could be.
Yoongi:"Janet...murió anoche. Ha estado en todo internet."
Shaking her head, Janet rushed back to the living room, grabbing her phone as she noticed the missed calls from her friends. Yoongi followed inside, the first time actually stepping foot inside Janet's house as he looked around.
He turned back to Janet, to notice her scrolling through countless blogs talking about Jimin's death. As she stared down at the articles, her mind couldn't help but think of Yoongi coming to her yesterday, pleading for her to talk to Jimin. Tears ran down her cheek as her heart shattered.
Janet:"No...n-no he's...he's alive. He can't be dead, h-he can't."
Janet turned to Yoongi, continuously shaking her head as he looked down.
Janet:"No he can't! He has to see Issac! He has to be here Yoongi!! Why didn't you save him!!! Why didn't you save him!!!"
Yoongi looked down silently as Janet hit his chest continuously as she angrily sobbed.
Janet:"He needs to come back!!! He didn't even say goodbye!!!! Please bring him back!! Please, BRING HIM BACK!!!!"
As she screamed, Yoongi felt a sharp feeling in his heart as she rested her head against his chest.
Janet:"I didn't tell him I loved him enough! I didn't tell him I loved him enough!! HE CAN'T LEAVE US!!! NO DIJISTE ADIOS!!!"
Yoongi:"Stop."
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Janet's crying form as she broke down. Yoongi's eyes trailed up to a framed picture of Janet and Issac. He couldn't help but stare at the resemblance between Issac and Jimin. He looked exactly like how Jimin did when he was a kid. Issac was a spitting image of Jimin, and with that, for the first time in his life, Yoongi frowned at the unrecognisable feeling of wetness against his cheeks.
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2ᴛᴀᴇ's ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ᴘᴀʀɪs
The mansion was relatively quiet, with it now being night, most of the maids had finished their duties and were in bed; leaving Taesan to roam the halls.
Her long silk robe trailed behind her as she walked down the enormous halls. Once again the familiar feeling of loneliness in such a huge house, consumed Taesan. As she looked down, a knot in the pit of her stomach began to form with each inch she took towards Tae's office.
Despite cutting her London trip short to return home, Taesan and Tae had barely spoken to each other. The tension between the two had gotten so tense, that even the maids had began to notice the rift between the married couple.
For a moment, Taesan stood by the open office door as she watched her husband. She had expected him to have his head buried within his work, but instead, Tae was sat, leaning back in his chair, looking down in deep thought as music softly played on his radio.
Knocking softly, Taesan watched as Tae glanced up at her.
Taesan:"Can I come in?"
Tae looked down as he softly nodded.
Taehyung:"Yeah..."
Making her way into the office, Taesan sat down at Tae's desk; sitting opposite him as she looked down.
The pair stayed silent, for what felt like a life time to them; awkwardly looking around the room. Taesan slowly glanced up at Tae, only to see him starring down at his lap before she plucked up the courage to speak.
Taesan:"....I hate barley speaking to you."
At those words, Tae sighed as he looked up at her.
Taehyung:"...You don't think I hate it too?"
With teary eyes, Taesan looks up as Tae continues.
Taehyung:"...I miss you..a lot. But I can't act like we're fine San, we're not. I just want you to be honest with me."
Looking back down at her lap, tears began to fall from Taesan's eyes. Her mind raced with the conversation between her and Jungkook. She knew she had to tell Tae the truth. Jungkook was right, she couldn't keep lying to him.
Taehyung:"San?"
Taesan:"......I don't want kids Tae....I never have..."
Finally looking up, Taesan regretted looking into Tae's heartbroken eyes as they glossed over with tears as he shook his head.
Taehyung:"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Taesan:"...I was afraid you'd leave me."
Letting out a scoff, Tae turns away, once again shaking his head as Taesan cried.
Taehyung:"So lying to me was better for you?"
Taesan:"I didn't want to lie to you."
Taehyung:"But you did! For two years San!"
Lowering her head, Taesan sobbed as Tae sat back and watched her, while his own tears threatened to fall as he frowned.
Taehyung:"You walked down that aisle with your head held high, knowing that you'd been lying to me. Do you honestly care so little about my feelings?"
Taesan:"No of course I care—"
Taehyung:"Just not enough to tell me the truth before I put a fucking ring on your finger."
Taesan fell silent, letting her tears fall as she watched the pain in Tae's eyes.
Taesan:"....I'm sorry. I just didn't want to lose you. I feel so guilty for lying to you for so long...but I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want to break you're heart—"
Taehyung:"Just stop."
With another scoff, Tae scoffs as he blinks his tears away. Falling silent once again, Taesan stares at him with blurred vision.
As Tae stared down at his desk, his eyes blurred with tears, despite trying to blink them away. And as they filled with tears, he looked down at the wedding around his finger. Tae pushed his chair back and stood up as Taesan looked at him with pleading teary eyes.
Taehyung:"The fact that you could sit, look me in the eye and grin and smile every time I talked about the kind of father I wanted to be. About how many children I wanted, about how important it was too me. The fact that you could do that, and not tell me that you've never wanted the same. If you were that comfortable lying to me....then our marriage means nothing."
With that, Tae pulled off his wedding ring; placing down in front of Taesan as she broke down into a sob.
Taesan:"I'm sorry."
Tae didn't turn back as he walked out, as Taesan dropped her head in her hands in tears.