Third person's pov

In the cozy confines of his cluttered apartment, Yoongi sat at his wooden desk, the scratch of his pen against paper filling the air. The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated his face,

"I always loved reading horror stories," Yoongi's pen danced across the creamy paper, leaving behind a trail of inked words. "Especially the ones my grandmother used to tell me."

Memories of his childhood flooded his mind, of nights spent nestled under thick blankets, his grandmother's soothing voice weaving tales of ghosts and ghouls that sent shivers down his spine. Beside him, always there, was his little brother Jungkook, clinging to him in fear.

"I would hug my little brother to sleep in fear," Yoongi's pen paused momentarily, " Those were simpler times."

As he continued to write, Yoongi's thoughts turned to his best friend, Taehyung. They had been inseparable since childhood.

"I had a best friend named Taehyung," Yoongi's pen resumed its steady rhythm on the page. "We were friends since childhood."

But as Yoongi's gaze drifted to the framed photograph on his desk, a pang of sorrow tugged at his heart. It had been five years since that fateful incident, five years since their lives had been irrevocably changed.

"When my little brother Jungkook was born," Yoongi recalled, his pen gliding effortlessly across the paper, "Taehyung didn't like him at first."

"But they grew up," Yoongi's pen continued to move across the page, "and they fell in love with each other."

It was a love that defied all logic, a love that transcended boundaries and surpassed understanding.

"Maybe too much," Yoongi's pen hovered over the paper, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Maybe more than we can imagine."

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi closed the leather-bound journal, the weight of his memories hanging heavy in the air. He glanced once more at the photograph, a flood of emotions washing over him.

"After years, they got married," Yoongi whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "And today, it has been five years to that incident."

Flashback:

Taehyung's and Jungkook's house:

Jungkook hummed softly to himself as he dusted the shelves in their cozy house. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns of light across the wooden floor, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

Lost in his task, Jungkook didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching behind him until a pair of strong arms encircled his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. Startled, Jungkook turned to find Taehyung standing behind him, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.

"Hey there, baby," Taehyung murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook's temple. "I told you not to clean. I'll take care of it myself."

Jungkook leaned back into Taehyung's touch, "But what else should I do?" he protested lightly. "I get bored just sitting around."

Chuckling softly, Taehyung swept Jungkook off his feet, effortlessly lifting him into his arms. "Then let's go outside," he suggested, carrying Jungkook towards the back door. "I like seeing you roam around."

As they stepped out into the fresh air, the sounds of the forest enveloped them, the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

Taehyung settled Jungkook onto a nearby bench, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of delight down Jungkook's spine.

Seating himself beside Jungkook, Taehyung reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Jungkook's ear,  " I love spending time with you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You make even the simplest moments feel special."

Jungkook leaned in close, pressing a tender kiss to Taehyung's lips. "And I love you," he whispered, "But when you're at work, I get so bored. Cleaning keeps me busy, at least for a little while."

Taehyung leaned in to nuzzle Jungkook's neck. "Well, then," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down Jungkook's spine. "I'll just have to find more ways to keep you entertained, won't I?"

Their laughter mingled with the soft sounds of the forest as they sat entwined in each other's arms, lost in the simple joy of being together. Jungkook knew that there was nowhere else he would rather be than here, in the arms of the man he cherished above all else.

The next day..........

The next day, the atmosphere of the factory was filled with the sound of machinery whirring and workers working.

Yoongi, dressed in his worn overalls, moved through the rows of equipment with practiced efficiency, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on his work.

Taehyung, the manager of the factory,  was looking around and checking if the workers are doing their work right. His brow was knit in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line as he scanned the activity around him.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a commotion nearby. A worker, cigarette in hand, stood before Taehyung, who fixed him with a stern glare.

"You know the rules," Taehyung's voice was firm, "Smoking in the factory is a risk we cannot afford to take."

The worker shifted uncomfortably under Taehyung's gaze, his eyes darting nervously as he stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he muttered, the cigarette trembling between his fingers. "It won't happen again, I promise."

But Taehyung's expression remained unforgiving, his jaw tight, "You've already been warned four times," he reminded the worker, his voice stern. "This time, I won't forgive you. You're fired."

Panic flashed across Taesoo's face, his pleas growing more desperate as he begged Taehyung for leniency.

"Please, sir," he implored, desperation creeping into his voice. "I have a family to feed. I'll do anything, just please don't fire me."

But Taehyung remained unmoved, his decision final. With a curt nod, he turned away,

At night..........

As the night cloaked the forest in an eerie stillness,

Alone in the small room, Taesoo paced back and forth, his mind consumed by thoughts of his family and their uncertain future. The weight of his recent dismissal from the factory bore down upon him like a burden, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.

"I can't do this," Taesoo whispered to himself, his voice trembling, "How will I support my family?"

With each passing moment, the walls of his small home seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their suffocating embrace. Desperation gnawed at his insides as he struggled to find a way out of the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

Unable to bear the weight of his despair any longer, Taesoo's gaze drifted towards the ceiling, where a length of rope hung ominously from a sturdy beam. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he reached out, his fingers closing around the coarse fibers as he made a fateful decision.

"No, no, no," Taesoo's voice wavered with uncertainty as he tied the rope into a makeshift noose, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, "I can't do this. But what other choice do I have?"

With a deep breath, he took a step forward, his heart heavy with fear as he prepared to face his final moments alone.

And then he jumped from the stool....

The next day.........

Taehyung, unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded in the quiet of the night, went about his duties like usual.

But as he made his rounds through the bustling corridors, the normalcy of the day was shattered by a sudden commotion from outside. Shouts and cries pierced the air, drawing Taehyung's attention as he rushed outside.

Taehyung's heart plummeted at the sight before him. A group of workers had gathered around a distraught woman, her sobs echoing through the stillness of the morning.

"What's going on?" Taehyung asked, his voice filled with concern as he approached the group. "What happened?"

One of the workers turned to him, his expression grave. "Sir, it's Taesoo's wife," he explained, his voice heavy with sorrow. "She's..... she's saying that Taesoo..."

But before the worker could finish his sentence, Taesoo's wife stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury as she leveled a trembling finger at Taehyung.

"You killed my husband!" she shouted, her voice raw with pain and anger. "You drove him to this! He couldn't bear the shame of losing his job, of failing his family because of you!"

Taehyung's heart constricted in his chest at the accusation, his breath catching in his throat.

" YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND! YOU SNATCHED AWAY MY HAPPINESS NOW YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY!"

But before Taehyung could utter a single word in response, the guards moved forward, gently guiding Taesoo's wife away from the factory grounds, her anguished cries fading into the distance as she disappeared from view.

Taehyung could only bow his head in silent agony. Was Taesoo this desperate for the job ? I shouldn't have fired him.

These words lingered in Taehyung's mind.

At night........

Taehyung sat on the forest floor near a large tree, lost in thought. He ran his fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips.

He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of someone calling his name.

" Taehyung"

It was Jungkook, Taehyung's face immediately brightened at the sight of his partner. Jungkook came running towards him, slightly out of breath.

'Taehyung, I've been looking for you everywhere!' Jungkook exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. 'Why do you always have to disappear into the forest like this?'

Taehyung chuckled and pulled Jungkook into a hug, not wanting to let go. 'I'm sorry, baby. I just needed some time alone to think.'

Jungkook huffed and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know I get scared when you leave me alone in the forest at night. "

Taehyung smiled and kissed Jungkook's pout multiple times, making the younger man giggle. 'I promise I won't leave you alone again. Now come, let's go back home.'

Together, they walked hand in hand through the trees, the moonlight guiding their path. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at their beautiful home in the forest.

Jungkook opened the door and they walked inside, immediately greeted by the warmth of the fireplace. Taehyung made his way to the kitchen, ready to prepare dinner for the two of them. Jungkook followed, leaning against the counter and watching his husband with love in his eyes.

After dinner, Taehyung and Jungkook sat on the couch by the fire, cuddled up under a blanket.

Soon, the conversation turned more serious as Jungkook shared something that had been on his mind for a while.

'Taehyung, I have something important to tell you.' Jungkook nervously played with the hem of his shirt.

Taehyung turned to him, concern etched on his face. 'What is it, love?'

Jungkook took a deep breath before placing Taehyung's hand on his stomach. 'I think I'm pregnant.'

Taehyung's eyes widened in shock, but a huge smile spread across his face. 'Are you serious, baby?!' he exclaimed, before pulling Jungkook into a tight hug.

They both sat there for a moment, Taehyung leaned back and placed his hand on Jungkook's stomach, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

" I will go to the hospital tomorrow."  Jungkook said, unable to contain his excitement.

Taehyung immediately stood up, picking Jungkook up in his arms and spinning him around. Jungkook laughed, feeling like he was on top of the world.

After a moment of spinning, Taehyung gently placed Jungkook back on the ground and looked into his eyes with so much love and adoration.

They didn't knew that their lives would change so quickly.

The next day.......

Taehyung had an meeting to attend so Yoongi was taking Jungkook to the hospital. 

In the morning light, Yoongi steered the car towards the hospital, his expression focused but gentle as Jungkook sat beside him, bubbling with anticipation.

"You excited, baby?" Yoongi asked, stealing a glance at his brother through the rearview mirror.

Jungkook's smile could have lit up the entire forest. "I can't wait, hyung," he replied, his voice brimming with excitement.

Arriving at the hospital, Yoongi guided Jungkook through the bustling corridors. Inside the examination room, the doctor's confirmation filled the air with joy. "You're expecting," the doctor announced, and Jungkook's joy knew no bounds.

Yoongi immediately hugged Jungkook and placed a kiss on his temples, " Congratulations my baby."

On their way back home, Iseul, Yoongi's daughter, chatted with Jungkook about the baby, her curiosity boundless. "What's it like having a baby inside you?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Jungkook chuckled at her innocence. "Well, it's like having a little friend who's always with you," he explained,

As they continued their journey, laughter and excitement filled the car, But their joy was shattered in an instant as Yoongi spotted the speeding truck heading straight towards them. With no time to react, the crash sent them spiraling into darkness.

Flashback ended:

Yoongi sat at his desk, the pen gripped tightly in his hand as he again begin writing, "There are two darkest times of my life," he wrote, his handwriting shaky.

"First was when my daughter, Iseul, shouted 'Appa!' just moments before the accident."

As he penned those words, tears welled in Yoongi's eyes, the memory of that fateful day haunting him like a specter. "I prayed that these wouldn't be her last words," Yoongi continued, his voice barely a whisper as he relived the agony of that moment.

Yoongi turned his thoughts to the second darkest moment of his life, a memory still raw and scary even now.

"The second was when I saw my brother, Jungkook, at his home a few weeks after the accident," he wrote, his hand trembling as he recalled the sight that had greeted him that day.

Flashback started:

Two weeks had passed since the accident, Iseul's legs were paralysed and the doctors said that she wouldn't be able to walk on her own her entire life.

In Iseul's room........

Iseul lay in her bed, her small frame swallowed by the crisp white sheets. Beside her, a colorful array of crayons and paper scattered across the bedside table,

But despite her vibrant surroundings, there was a shadow of sadness in her eyes,

Yoongi entered the room with a heavy heart, his steps slow and measured as he approached his daughter's bedside. "What's my baby drawing?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he peered over her shoulder.

Iseul's face lit up at the sound of her father's voice, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's a cupcake, Appa," she replied, her voice filled with innocence.

Yoongi couldn't help but smile at her response, his heart swelling with love for the precious girl lying before him. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek,

"It's time for bed, sweetheart," Yoongi murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he carefully lifted Iseul into his arms, cradling her close to his chest.

Iseul nestled against him, her head resting against his shoulder as she closed her eyes, exhaustion weighing heavily upon her small frame. With a tender touch, Yoongi tucked the blankets snugly around her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable before gently lowering her onto the bed.

Once Iseul was settled, Yoongi made his way to his aunt's room, where she sat in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, a book open in her lap. "Don't leave Iseul alone," he instructed softly, "She's asleep."

His aunt nodded "I'll keep an eye on her," she assured him, her voice gentle but resolute.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on his sleeping daughter's face.

Then Yoongi decided to go to Taehyung's and Jungkook's house.

The ten-minute walk from Yoongi's house to Taehyung's and Jungkook's felt like an eternity, each step weighed down like a heavy burden.

With each passing moment, his heart grew heavier.

As Yoongi approached the familiar sight of their house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety gnawing at his insides.

The memories of happier times flooded his mind - laughter echoing through the halls, the scent of home-cooked meals wafting through the air - and he couldn't help but long for the comfort of those days.

But as he neared the front door, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from the side. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Taehyung emerging from the shadows, his eyes red and swollen.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung's voice was hoarse with emotion, his words laced with bitterness and anger. "Get lost!"

Yoongi's heart sank at Taehyung's words, like a dagger to his already wounded soul. "Taehyung, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I know you're hurting, but what happened was an accident. None of us could have predicted..."

But before Yoongi could finish his sentence, Taehyung's fists clenched at his sides, his eyes blazing with rage. With a sudden burst of anger, he shoved Yoongi backwards, his voice dripping with anger. "Just go away before I bury you alive! It's all your fault!"

Staggering backwards from the force of the shove, Yoongi felt the weight of Taehyung's words like a physical blow. His chest tightened with anguish as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Without another word, Yoongi turned on his heel and made his way from the house, his steps heavy with the weight of his grief.

After this Taehyung went inside the house......

After 2 hours.........

Taehyung sat on the floor beside Jungkook's bedside, his heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty yet hopeful for the slightest sign of an6 movement.

Scattered around them were photographs of happier times, snapshots of their love captured in fleeting moments of joy. Taehyung's gaze lingered on each image, his mind drifting back to the memories they held dear - lazy afternoons spent picnicking in the forest, cozy nights curled up together by the fire, whispered promises of forever exchanged beneath the stars.

Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung barely noticed the subtle shift in the air, the faint rustle of fabric as Jungkook stirred beside him.

With bated breath, he watched as Jungkook's eyelids fluttered open, only to quickly shut again against the light of the room.

Taehyung immediately rose to his feet, his movements quick as he crossed the room to dim the lights, casting the space in a soft, soothing glow. Returning to Jungkook's side, he gently brushed a strand of hair from his face,

"You're awake," Taehyung breathed, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned in to press a series of fervent kisses to Jungkook's face,

Jungkook blinked up at him, confusion clouding his gaze as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. "Taehyung?" he murmured,

With a soft smile, Taehyung reached out to grasp Jungkook's hand, "I'm here, my love," he reassured, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Helping Jungkook to sit up, Taehyung's eyes never leaved Jungkook for once. In in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of Jungkook's hand in his, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the tangible reminder that they were still together.

With a soft sigh, Taehyung rose from the bedside, his movements fluid and purposeful as he made his way to the closet. Retrieving a beautiful outfit from the depths of their closet, he returned to Jungkook's side, the fabric whispering softly in his hands as he held it out for Jungkook to see.

"When you were away I missed seeing you in this dress." Taehyung said, "I missed our moments together."

Jungkook's brow furrowed in confusion as he studied the garment in his hands, his memory still clouded, "I don't remember," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with frustration.

But Taehyung shook his head, "That's okay, love," he said, his voice gentle and filled with love. "You'll remember it soon. You will have to remember it."

As Taehyung hurried to fetch a glass of water for Jungkook, he left his beloved resting peacefully in their room,

But as Taehyung left, a sense of unease washed over Jungkook, compelling him to rise from the bed and venture downstairs, his steps slow and uncertain.

Descending the staircase, Jungkook's gaze fell upon a door obscured by strange symbols and dangling pendants, its presence ominous and foreboding. Something deep within him stirred at the sight, a primal instinct urging him to flee, but before he could react, a wave of panic crashed over him,

With a wild desperation, Jungkook's fists pounded against the door, the sound echoing through the empty house.

The lights started flickering,

And then, in the darkness, a figure emerged, tall and menacing. It loomed over Jungkook, its form twisted and grotesque,

( This was the closest I could get with my imagination )

Jungkook's screams pierced the air, raw and primal, as he stared into the abyss of madness that threatened to consume him whole. But just as he felt himself slipping into the abyss, a similar voice cut through the chaos, 

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, love," Taehyung's voice soothed, his arms enveloping Jungkook in a protective embrace. Cupping Jungkook's face in his hands, Taehyung's eyes searched his beloved's,

"What happened?" Taehyung asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur. But Jungkook could only point wordlessly at the door, his breath coming in ragged gasps,

But as Taehyung turned to look, the creature was gone, vanished into the shadows as if it had never been. Then Taehyung pulled Jungkook close,

"Let's go back to the room, hmm?" Taehyung suggested, but as they turned to leave, Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the door,

Sensing Jungkook's unease, Taehyung scooped Jungkook up into his arms, his touch gentle but firm as he carried him back to the safety of their room.

"Just look at me, love," Taehyung murmured, his voice was soft and gentle, "Calm down. I'm here."

Upon reaching the room, Taehyung gently lowered Jungkook onto the bed, his touch as light as a feather as he tucked the blankets snugly around him. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's forehead, his lips lingering against the warmth of his skin.

"Sleep, my love," Taehyung whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the room. Jungkook nodded in response, his eyes fluttering closed.

As Jungkook drifted into slumber, Taehyung settled beside him, his hand gently stroking through his hair in a comforting rhythm.

And as the soft rhythm of Jungkook's breathing filled the room, Taehyung closed his eyes, content that Jungkook was beside him, alive.

Meanwhile with Yoongi........

As Yoongi returned home from a long day at work, he was really tired but all he could think was of seeing his daughter. With a tired smile, he made his way towards her room,

But as he passed by the storeroom, a faint sound caught his attention, a subtle shift in the air that sent a shiver down his spine. Curiosity piqued, Yoongi hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

At first glance, everything seemed to be in its rightful place, the shelves neatly stacked with boxes and containers. But as Yoongi's eyes swept over the room, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that something was amiss.

And then, he heard it - the sound of his daughter's scream echoing through the silence.

"AHHHHHHHHH"

Without a moment's hesitation, Yoongi's heart leaped into his throat as he bolted towards Iseul's room,

As he burst into the room, he was  Iseul laying on the floor, her wheelchair was in the corner of the room, her face contorted in pain and fear. Without a second thought, Yoongi scooped her into his arms, cradling her close to his chest as he murmured words of comfort and reassurance.

His aunt, who had rushed in at the sound of Iseul's cries, hovered anxiously in the doorway, her face etched with concern. "I thought I told you to stay with her," Yoongi chided softly, his voice tinged with frustration.

His aunt's cheeks flushed with guilt as she stammered out an explanation. "I-I went to check on dinner," she said.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi gently placed Iseul onto her bed, tucking the blankets snugly around her trembling form. "Sleep, baby," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the darkness. "It's okay. Appa will sleep with you. Shh."

As Iseul's sobs gradually subsided, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing, Yoongi pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

As Yoongi laid awake in bed, his mind raced with questions, each one more troubling than the last. How had Iseul ended up in the center of the room when her wheelchair was in the opposite corner? The thought gnawed at him,

But despite his best efforts to unravel the mystery, exhaustion soon claimed him, pulling him into a deep sleep.

The next day..........

Iseul lay silent and still, her eyes vacant and distant as she stared off into the distance, her untouched breakfast growing cold at her bedside. Despite Yoongi and Aunt Lee's best efforts to coax her into eating, she remained stubbornly silent,

" Iseul my love, please eat just a little for Appa hmm ?" Yoongi said holding the spoon close to Iseul's mouth but she turned her head away making Yoongi sigh.

With each passing hour, Yoongi's worry deepened, Iseul was not even speaking to anyone.

Meanwhile with Jungkook and Taehyung..........

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Taehyung cupped Jungkook's face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I will come home soon, hmm?" he whispered,

Jungkook nodded in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned into Taehyung's touch. Taehyung showered him with kisses, before reluctantly pulling away and heading out the door.

Alone in the house, Jungkook's smile faded, replaced by a sense of unease. The silence of the empty house seemed to press in around him, amplifying the feeling of isolation that gnawed at his insides.

With trembling hands, Jungkook moved through the house, drawing the curtains closed one by one until the room was bathed in darkness. He used to love sunlight but today it felt weird.

As he huddled in the dimness of the room, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of unseen eyes boring into his very soul. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the curtains sent a shiver down his spine,

No matter how tightly he closed the curtains or how deeply he buried himself in the blankets, the feeling of being watched persisted, a constant presence that refused to be ignored.

With each passing moment, Jungkook's anxiety grew, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to make sense of the unease that gripped him.

Meanwhile at the factory.........

As Taehyung walked into the factory, a faint smile graced his lips, the sight of him smiling sent ripples of shock through the room, his colleagues exchanging surprised glances as they whispered amongst themselves.

Yoongi, too, couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over him as he watched Taehyung approach. It had 2 weeks since he had seen his friend wear anything resembling a smile, and the sudden change in demeanor left him feeling unsettled.

But as Taehyung greeted him with genuine warmth, Yoongi's surprise gave way to a cautious hope. "Taehyung," he said, returning the smile with a nod of his head. "It's good to see you."

Taehyung's words caught Yoongi off guard, "Let's forget what happened between us, hyung," Taehyung continued, his voice gentle and sincere. "I'm sorry for blaming you for the accident. Let's meet up this Friday. Bring Iseul with you too. Jungkook and I would be happy to see her."

For a moment, Yoongi could only stare in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the words. With a hesitant smile he nodded looking at Taehyung.

But as Taehyung walked away, the smile fading from his lips as quickly as it had appeared, Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Sitting down at his workstation, Yoongi's thoughts whirled with confusion and concern. What was wrong with Taehyung? Was he going crazy? The questions circled endlessly in his mind,

As Yoongi returned home from work, his heart swelled with warmth at the sight of Iseul in the living room, her small form hunched over a piece of paper, her fingers moving across the it.

With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he made his way towards her, eager to see what masterpiece she had created.

" Hey my cupcake, what are you drawing ?" Yoongi asked but there was no response from Iseul.

But as he drew closer, the smile faded from Yoongi's lips, replaced by a furrow of concern as he caught sight of the drawing taking shape beneath Iseul's hands. It was a shadow, dark and ominous,

His heart pounding in his chest, Yoongi approached Iseul cautiously, his breath catching in his throat.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, Iseul stood from her wheelchair, her movements fluid and unnatural as she pointed towards the drawing with an eerie sense of purpose.

But before Yoongi could react, his attention was drawn to the wall behind her, where a single word appeared in stark relief, written in blood that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Help.

" Wh-hat i-is happening ?"

A chill swept through Yoongi's veins, freezing him in place as he struggled to comprehend the horror unfolding before him. His mind reeled with disbelief, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to make sense of the impossible.

And then, as if on cue, Iseul's small form crumpled to the ground, her eyes rolling back in her head as she succumbed to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With a cry of fear and desperation, Yoongi rushed to her side, his hands shaking as he gathered her into his arms,

" ISEUL! My baby wake up!"

But as quickly as it had appeared, the word on the wall vanished, leaving nothing but a faint trace of blood in its wake.

And the aunt rushed into the room, her face etched with concern, " What happened to her ?" She asked in a panicked voice.

Yoongi could only shake his head in shock and disbelief, then he immediately took Iseul to the room and laid him down on the bed.

He took her hand and sat beside her, his mind was foggy and he couldn't even think any possible explanation of what was happening.

For four long hours, Yoongi had refused to leave Iseul's side, his heart aching with every labored breath she took.

But as the hours stretched on, Yoongi felt the walls of the room closing in around him, suffocating him. He needed air, needed space to clear his mind and gather his thoughts. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly rose from his seat and made his way outside to the garden,

As he stood beneath the canopy of stars, his mind awash with worry and uncertainty, Aunt Lee's voice broke through the silence, startling him from his thoughts. "You're worried about all these things, aren't you?" she said, her tone grave and somber.

Yoongi turned to look at her, surprise flickering in his eyes.

But before he could question her further, Aunt Lee spoke again, her words sending a chill down Yoongi's spine. "I know a famous shaman, Il Kwan," she said. "He lives beside the old library. Go to him."

With a sense of unease gnawing at his insides, Yoongi watched as Aunt Lee made her way outside the house, "Where are you going?" he called after her, but she offered no response, disappearing into the darkness without a backward glance.

Feeling a sense of foreboding settle over him, Yoongi lingered in the garden for a moment longer, he then turned and made his way back inside to Iseul's room,

But as he entered the room, his heart skipped a beat at the sight before him. Aunt Lee was sitting beside Iseul's bed while reading a book, " Didn't you just go outside?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Aunt Lee looked up at him with confusion, her brow furrowed in concern. "Yoongi, what are you talking about?" she replied. "I've been sitting here ever since you went out."

Yoongi's mind reeled with shock, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of confusion and fear.

The night passed in a haze of restless tossing and turning for Yoongi, his mind consumed by worry and fear for his daughter's well-being.

As dawn broke, Yoongi rose from his bed with a heavy heart, his thoughts still consumed by the events of the previous night. The first thing he did was made his way to the shaman.

Upon reaching the door, Yoongi hesitated for a moment before knocking, unsure of what he would find on the other side. To his surprise, an old woman greeted him warmly, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint as she ushered him inside.

"Come in, young man," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "He's been expecting you."

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat at her words, his mind racing with questions. How could she know he was here for Il Kwan? And more importantly, how did Il Kwan know he was coming?

As he entered the living room, Yoongi's eyes fell upon the figure of an old man seated on the floor, his weathered face etched with wisdom and insight. "Come, sit, Yoongi," he said, his voice gentle.

Yoongi obeyed, his eyes wide with shock as he struggled to make sense of the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked,

Il Kwan smiled knowingly, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. "They told me," he replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

A chill ran down Yoongi's spine at his words, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. "You're worried about your daughter, aren't you?" Il Kwan continued, his gaze piercing,

Yoongi nodded, his throat constricting with emotion. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what to do."

Il Kwan's expression softened with sympathy, his wrinkled hands reaching out to grasp Yoongi's in a comforting gesture. "She will be fine, once they get what they want," he reassured him, his voice calm.

Yoongi's heart pounded in his chest at the mention of "they," his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. "Who are 'they'?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Shadows," Il Kwan replied simply, "They want you to do something for them."

A sense of dread settled over Yoongi like a heavy shroud, his thoughts spinning with the implications of Il Kwan's words. "What do they want from me and my daughter ?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear.

"A mission," Il Kwan replied, "They want you to retrieve what is theirs."

Yoongi's eyes widened in shock at his words, his mind reeling with disbelief. "But...but what is it that they want me to retrieve?" he stammered,

Il Kwan's gaze held steady, his expression unreadable. "Go to the house in the forest, beside the lake," he said. "They will guide you from there."

Yoongi's heart sank at the mention of his brother-in-law's house, "But...that's my brother-in-law's house," he said weakly,

"I know," Il Kwan replied, "Go there, and they will reveal what you must do. Only then will your daughter be safe."

With a heavy heart and a mind swirling with fear and uncertainty, Yoongi rose from his seat,

As Yoongi turned to leave, Il Kwan's voice called out to him, halting him in his tracks. "Keep Taehyung away from the house when you go to complete your mission," he warned, his tone grave and solemn. "And make sure not to leave Iseul alone after midnight until the sun rises."

Yoongi nodded, his mind whirling with a sea of confusion, "But why? What do you mean?" he said.

Il Kwan's expression remained impassive, his gaze fixed upon Yoongi. "Trust me, young man," he said, " Follow my instructions, and all will become clear in due time."

With a heavy heart and a mind consumed by questions, Yoongi bid farewell to Il Kwan and made his way back home. Each step he took felt heavier than the last,

As he walked, Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides, each unanswered question adding another layer of confusion to his already troubled mind. What did Il Kwan mean by keeping Taehyung away from the house? And why was it so imperative that he not leave Iseul alone after midnight?

Meanwhile with Jungkook...........

Jungkook was lost in the labyrinthine maze of his subconscious, he wandered alone through the dark expanse of a dense forest, his heart pounding with fear and desperation.

"Taehyung!" he cried out, his voice echoing through the silent trees, but there was no reply, no comforting presence.

As he stumbled through the shadows, a sense of dread settled over him like a heavy blanket. Something lurked in the depths of the forest, something sinister and malevolent, and Jungkook could feel its icy grip tightening around his heart.

Suddenly, a noise shattered the eerie silence, drawing Jungkook's attention towards a nearby tree. With trembling limbs, he approached cautiously, his breath catching in his throat as he caught sight of a woman huddled on the ground, her anguished cries piercing the stillness of the night.

"Give me back my child," she sobbed, her voice raw with grief and desperation. "Please, bring him back to me."

Jungkook's blood ran cold as he gazed upon the woman's tear-streaked face, her features twisted in agony and despair. But before he could utter a word, the woman began to move towards him, her form cloaked in shadows and blood.

A primal instinct screamed at Jungkook to flee, but he found himself rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty.

With a bloodcurdling scream, Jungkook jolted awake,

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

His body drenched in sweat and his heart pounding against his ribcage like a drumbeat of terror. He gasped for air, his chest heaving with exertion,

In an instant, strong arms enveloped him in a comforting embrace, pulling him close and anchoring him to the safety of reality. "Shhh, baby, it's okay," came Taehyung's soothing voice, his hands stroking Jungkook's trembling form with gentle reassurance. "It was just a dream. You're safe now. I'm here."

" The more you remember it, the more scared you will get. Forget it baby." Taehyung said in a husky voice.

Meanwhile with Yoongi........

Before leaving the house, Yoongi had instructed Aunt Lee to stay by Iseul's side at all times, "Whatever happens, don't leave Iseul alone," he had said, his voice tinged with worry.

Aunt Lee nodded solemnly, her expression mirroring Yoongi's concern. With a final nod of reassurance, Yoongi left the house, his mind focused on the task at hand.

As he walked, Yoongi's thoughts turned to Taehyung, with a trembling hand, he reached for his phone and dialed Taehyung's number, his voice laced with panic as he spoke.

"Taehyung, there's a huge problem," he said, his words rushed and frantic. "Can you please come to the factory?"

Taehyung's voice came through the phone, filled with concern. "What's wrong, Yoongi?" he asked,

Yoongi swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. "Just come," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll explain when you get here."

Then Yoongi ended the call and continued on his journey towards Taehyung's house.

Each step forward brought him closer to the moment of truth.

With Taehyung and Jungkook......

As Taehyung tenderly brushed Jungkook's hair, a sense of contentment washed over him, his heart swelling with love for the man sitting before him.

"You're so beautiful, Jungkook," Taehyung murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "I could spend eternity just looking at you."

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with affection

"I love you, my sweet angel," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me."

With gentle hands, Taehyung dressed Jungkook in fresh clothes, his touch tender and loving as he smoothed out the fabric and adjusted the collar. "You are mine, Jungkook," he said, his voice low and possessive. "Forever and ever. You can't go away from me. I can't live without you. My existence isn't without you."

Jungkook just stared at him with a soft smile.

Just then, Taehyung's phone rang, breaking the tender moment between them. With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled away from Jungkook and answered the call from Yoongi.

Yoongi told him that there is a problem at the factory and Taehyung needed to come to the factory.

With a final glance at Jungkook, Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and whispered, "I'll be back soon, my love. Don't worry."

Soon Taehyung left for the factory.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Jungkook wandered aimlessly through the empty rooms, his mind clouded with random thoughts.

Suddenly, Yoongi burst through the door, his expression drawn and tense as he scanned the room with furrowed brows. Jungkook watched him intently, his eyes filled with concern, but to his shock, Yoongi seemed to look right through him as if he were invisible.

A foul stench filled the air, causing Yoongi to grimace in disgust as he covered his nose with his hand.

" What is this smell ? " Yoongi mumbled to himself.

He followed the source of the smell, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty hallway as he made his way towards the room at the end.

Jungkook trailed behind him,

As Yoongi pushed open the door, the smell grew even stronger, assaulting his senses with its putrid odor. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the scene before him—a body wrapped in white cloth, surrounded by a circle of strange symbols and photographs of Jungkook arranged in a ritualistic manner.

Fear gripped Yoongi's heart like a vice as he approached the body, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he reached out to uncover the white cloth. With a shaky breath, he pulled it away, revealing the lifeless form of Jungkook lying motionless on the floor.

A strangled cry escaped Yoongi's lips as he fell to his knees, his mind reeling with shock and disbelief. Tears streamed down his face as he reached out to touch Jungkook's cold, lifeless body,

Suddenly, a chill ran down Yoongi's spine as he felt a presence looming behind him. With a sense of dread, he turned towards the door, his eyes widening in terror as he saw Jungkook standing there, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of blood and shadow.

" J-J-Jun-n-ngk-ko-ook"

Before Yoongi could react, a long, black shadow emerged from the darkness, enveloping Jungkook in its inky embrace. With a gut-wrenching scream, Yoongi watched as Jungkook was dragged away into the abyss,

Then there was a silence.

Just then, Taehyung burst into the room, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the scene before him. "Yoongi, what have you done?" he cried, his voice filled with anguish and despair. "My baby, no! No, no, no!"

" NOOO MY JUNGKOOK! NO NOOO"

Taehyung collapsed to his knees beside Yoongi, his body racked with sobs as he cradled Jungkook's lifeless form in his arms.

Yoongi stayed motionless.

Flashback ended:

As Yoongi continued to write, his hand trembled slightly with the weight of the words he was about to pen.

"Jungkook had died that day in the car accident, I burried him with my own hands," Yoongi muttered to himself as he put pen to paper. "Taehyung couldn't accept it. He dragged Jungkook's body out of the grave and took him back to the house."

His voice wavered slightly as he continued, the memories of those dark days still fresh in his mind. "He thought he could love his dead body, but soon he knew it wouldn't work. So he started doing black magic, summoning a spirit to take the place of Jungkook in the living world."

Yoongi paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before pressing on. "The family of the spirit wanted their son back, but Taehyung had already done everything to ensure that they couldn't reach him. So the spirits had to seek help from me."

He sighed heavily, "After that night, Taehyung was never seen again," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just two days after the accident, a miracle happened. Iseul could walk and talk like she had always done. She remembered nothing about the accident."

A somber silence filled the room as Yoongi closed his eyes, the memories of the past flooding back with startling clarity. "Taehyung loved Jungkook so much that he couldn't let him go," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "So much that he captured a creature from another world to live as Jungkook in this world."

As he laid down his pen and closed the chapter on the tale of Jungkook and Taehyung............

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So that was the one-shot, I really hope you enjoyed it!

What are your thoughts on it ?

I didn't thought it would be this long,

Was it scary ? I don't think it was much scary but what do you think ?

What do you think about Taehyung's character ?

Did you liked the plot ?

Did you knew that something like this would happen in the end ?

Thank you so much for reading the story!

Thank you
Borahae,
Byee.

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