WARNING
The following chapter has mentions of abuse and violence.

◁ 19 December 20xx ▷

A few days had passed. A few days where Jungkook wasn't left alone. A few days where Taehyung never returned. A few days that felt a little like torture.

News had spread those days. Everyone had soon found out: 'The Death Of An Exceptional Model.' 'No Cause Of Death Found Yet.' 'Why Did Such a Beautiful Creature Die?' 'Was it Murder? Suicide? Death Threat?'

Kook fumbled as he walked up to Yoongi. Yoongi was telling the truth the previous day. He wouldn't leave Jungkook alone: he didn't trust him when he was alone. Jungkook played with the hem of the older's shirt as he crept up behind him. "Hyung....I was thinking...may-maybe I should go s-see Taehyung now..."

Yoongi was beyond shocked. Just a few days ago he watched Kook beg him to bring Taehyung back to life, and now he was going to beg to see Taehyung's dead body. But he couldn't deny Jungkook: he looked like an angel at this moment. His hair was slightly tousled, making him look sweet and childish. His eyes were open in a pleading manner, making him look like a sad helpless bunny. And he had the sweetest little pout on his face, making Yoongi think that, if he were to say no, Kook would start crying. He couldn't watch his bunny cry...but he didn't want to see his bunny terrified either.

Even though Yoongi managed to hide away his emotions, when he went to see Tae's body, he caved. He couldn't believe his eyes: he felt like being blind after that incident. He was terrified that day. Terrified seeing Tae's body.

"I..uh...are you really sure your ready? I mean...I don't want you to get another attack if we go to see Tae."

"Mhmm. Please....I'm p-positive. I have to learn to accept the reality..." Kook muttered with his head slightly hanging.

Sighing, Yoongi stated, "Tomorrow. We can go tomorrow. Only if your sure."

Jungkook let out a smile. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would finally see Tae. Finally.

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The next day

Cold. It was cold outside. Jungkook was slightly shivering as he stood outside the morgue. His breathe hitched as he took a step inside the building. Yoongi said he would meet Kook at the morgue later on in the day. It was too much to expect him to be with Kook every second of every day: he had a life he needed to tend to as well.

His footsteps echoed as he moved forwards. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
He gulped: he was getting closer.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
His breathing slowed down. He was going to see Taehyung.

However, before he could more any closer, his path was blocked by a strange woman

"Hello. You must be Jungkook. I presume you're here to see Mr Kim's body." The stranger said with a small smile. Jungkook simply nodded. He was afraid that if he spoke, it would only come back as a squeak. He had tried to be brave. But the truth was he was afraid. He was so afraid.

Thirty-Four seconds. It took thirty four seconds for Jungkook to be in front of Taehyung.

"I must warn you, his body isn't in the best condition." Jungkook blanked out her words; all he could think of was that he was finally going to see Taehyung. After almost a week. He could finally see him.

When the woman unveiled Tae....he didn't expect to see this.

His face. It was so lifeless. He looked so drained, like he has begged to stay alive, like he had wasted his energy trying to scream for life. He used to look so full of life and happy, yet now, he's the complete opposite. It was hard to believe it was really Taehyung. Along his neck, there were some marks Kook didn't expect to see.

His neck was red. It looked like someone had slashed a knife across his neck, in a manner of 'teasing', to make him beg to be saved. There were small blotches of maroon too, where it seemed like long fingers were dug into the flesh of his neck, choking him until he felt like he was unable to breathe. The sight made Kook let out a small shiver.

His torso was worse though. The wounds were deeper here. It was like he was being tortured until his last breath. Kook could make out the deep slash that was thrown right across his chest. It was deep. So deep that he could vividly imaging the blood oozing out of the gash: he could imagine watching it drip down his perfect figure, soon pooling in the ground. Tae's flesh could clearly be seen from the wound: it was so deep that if he somehow managed to stay alive after the beatings, this cut would surely suck the life out of him. He could imagine Tae's screams as the weapon began to cut into him, the tears would have stained his pretty face, his voice hoarse from all the pleading and begging. Jungkook began finding it hard to be brave; his breath beginning to hitch. But he continued to look. He needed to know what happened.

Taehyung's stomach was scattered in bruises, as though he had been mercilessly punched. The bruises seemed so dark that surely it would have caused Tae to cough out some blood. It was like Tae had become a punching bag before his death. There were deep imprints of nails. It seemed like the assaulter had writhen his fingers into Tae's sides. He looked toyed with, brutally toyed with.

His arms. His wrists. It looked as though he were scratched by a vile creature: there were deep scratched that laid across his pale skin. Along his wrist, more knife wounds. Ones that were familiar to Jungkook, reminding him of his younger years, when he felt alone. Alone....just like now.

He began to shake. Kook couldn't take it anymore. He rapidly scurried backwards, hitting a wall behind him. His eyes widened as he saw the lifeless body from a distance. It looked like he faced a wild animal, dying while trying to escape.

Jungkook stared at Tae. Afraid. He covered his eyes with his hands. Afraid. He didn't want to see all of that damage. He was afraid. Very afraid.

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A/N:
I'm honestly so shocked I'm so committed to one story line.
Im sorry if the chapter was a little too intense...I think I got carried away.

*sends a flying kiss*
Love you all 💜💜💜