"Taehyung... I love you... Look at me... Hyungi..." Jungkook's voice echoed in Taehyung's dream, pulling him back into a bittersweet memory. With a heavy sigh, Taehyung woke up, his heart aching from the lingering remnants of his dreams.

"Kooki..." he called out softly, his voice filled with longing. "Where are you? I can't do this anymore..."

Taehyung stood up from the bed, his movements slow and weary. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to gather his thoughts. The weight of his emotions felt suffocating, and he needed an escape. Lighting a cigarette, he walked outside, the cool air hitting his face.

In his hand was Jungkook's diary, a constant companion since the day he found it. He had read each and every page carefully, perhaps a thousand times. Each word, each sentence, held a piece of Jungkook, and Taehyung clung to it desperately.

Kooki... he called out again in his mind, hoping for a response that would never come.

He settled on the porch, the smoke from his cigarette swirling around him. Opening the diary, he began to read once more. The familiar handwriting danced before his eyes, bringing back memories of their time together. Jungkook's thoughts, dreams, fears and love towards Taehyung were laid bare on the pages, and Taehyung felt a mix of comfort and sorrow as he read.

As he turned the pages, he could almost hear Jungkook's laughter, see his smile, and feel his presence beside him. But reality was harsh, and the emptiness around him was a stark reminder of his absence.

Tears welled up in Taehyung's eyes, blurring the words on the page. "Kooki... I miss you so much," he whispered, his voice trembling. The pain of losing Jungkook was a wound that never healed, and each day was a struggle to carry on without him.

He closed the diary, holding it close to his chest as if it could somehow bring Jungkook back. Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate into the night.

"Wherever you are, I hope you're at peace," Taehyung murmured, his heart heavy with grief. "I'll keep you alive in my memories, Kooki. Always."

With a final, lingering look at the diary, Taehyung stood up and walked back inside, the night embracing him in its silent solace.

*************

It was a typical morning in their shared home, but the absence of Jungkook hung heavily in the air. Jin, ever the caretaker, busied himself in the kitchen, preparing Jungkook's favorite dishes just as he did every day. He held onto a fragile hope that today might be the day his brother would return, though each day ended in the same crushing disappointment.

Namjoon made his daily trip to the police station, seeking any updates on Jungkook's disappearance. The routine had become a lifeline, a way to cling to the faintest glimmer of hope. Afterward, he visited Hoseok's house. There, he found Lisa laying quietly, her eyes void of the light they once held. She seemed lost in her own world, a ghost of her former self. The only sign of life was the steady stream of tears that flowed from her eyes, a silent testament to her enduring pain.

Jimin, ever the diligent one, divided his time between his responsibilities at Arcadia and managing Taehyung's company. He handled everything with a calm efficiency, masking his own sorrow behind a facade of strength. Every task, every meeting, was a way to keep his mind occupied, to stave off the relentless worry gnawing at his heart.

Taehyung, though, was a different story. His mornings began and ended with Jungkook's diary, the pages worn from countless readings. Each word was a connection to the one he missed so dearly, a balm for his aching heart. The cigarette smoke that curled around him was a solitary companion in his quiet grief.

Yet, despite the heaviness, there was a bond that kept them all tethered together. In their collective grief, they found a semblance of strength. Each day was a battle, but they faced it together, holding onto the hope that one day, Jungkook would return and their family would be whole again.

************

Taehyung looks at the door. Someone was banging on his room door. He opens the door and sees Yoongi. "What?"

Yoongi was trying to say something. He pointed his hand outside.

"What? Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

Yoongi slapped himself. For the first time, he felt sad because he was mute. He pulled Taehyung with him and ran outside.

"Yoongi..." Taehyung shouted loudly and stopped him. "What are you doing? What happened to you? Did something happen to Jimin?" he asked.

Yoongi nodded his head. He wiped his tears and pointed his finger at Taehyung's heart. Then he caught his hand and walked outside. Taehyung followed him without any hesitation.

The driver stopped the car near a slum area. Yoongi quickly exited, heading towards a small, dilapidated hut. Taehyung looked around, his mind racing with worry and his heart pounding. He followed Yoongi, his eyes darting in every direction.

Yoongi halted abruptly and pointed into the distance. Taehyung followed his gaze, and his heart nearly stopped. Tears blurred his vision as he saw the familiar figure. "Kooki..." he whispered.

Jungkook sat in a rickety chair, wearing old, torn clothes. He looked skinny and pale, but there was a faint smile on his lips as he worked, sewing clothes with a delicate hand. Taehyung's breath caught in his throat. Without a second thought, he ran towards Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" he called out loudly as he ran. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook looked up, his eyes widening with recognition. "Hyungi..." he murmured, trying to stand. He lost his balance, but before he could fall, Taehyung was there, catching him in his arms.

"Kooki..." Taehyung's hands trembled as he touched Jungkook's face, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh God... is that you, baby?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion.

Jungkook, weak but smiling, nodded. "Hyungi... I knew you'd come."

Taehyung held him close, unable to believe that Jungkook was finally in his arms again. "I'm here, Kooki. I'm here. You're safe now."

"Hyungi... Are you alive? Are you... I thought they killed everyone... I thought..." Jungkook hugged him tightly.

"Kooki..." Tae kissed all over his face. Yoongi also ran near them like the wind. He hugged both of them and cried loudly. "Yoongi..." Jungkook hugged him back.

"How did you get here? How?"

"I don't know," Jungkook said. "Hyungi, I want to show you something... Wait here." He walked into the house. Two children came out from the hut. "Are you Tae hyungi?"

Yes ...he nod his head...

They look each other... Are you really Kooki's Tae?

Did you both help him? Tae asked with smile.

They nod his head and Taehyung hugs both of them... Thank you... Thank you so much...

"Hyungi..." Taehyung heard Jungkook's voice. He turned to look at him, his breath hitching and his knees nearly giving way at the sight before him. Jungkook stood there, holding a child in his arms. Yoongi sat on the floor, disbelief etched on his face.

"It's our baby, Hyungi..." Jungkook said softly. "I'm sorry, I skipped the medicines... Look, she looks like you." Taehyung's eyes filled with tears as he gazed at the child. She was adorable, with features that mirrored his own.

Slowly, he reached out and took the child from Jungkook's arms. The little girl, sensing her father's presence, clung to Taehyung's chest and looked up at him with her small, curious eyes.

Taehyung's heart swelled with overwhelming love and emotion. "Oh my God, Jungkook... she's beautiful," he whispered, his voice choked with tears. He kissed the child's forehead, feeling the warmth and life in her tiny body.

Taehyung hugged both Jungkook and their daughter tightly, his heart feeling like it might burst from the intense emotions.

"Kooki..." Taehyung called out to Jungkook. "How did you manage this? Were you alone?"

"No, Hyungi," Jungkook replied, shaking his head. "These two people helped me a lot." He hugged the two children with a big smile on his face.

***************

What are you making Jin? Joon's mother asked.

"Carrot cake," Jin said with a smile. "You know, aunty, once on Christmas Eve, Kooki came to me crying because everyone was gifting plum cakes and there was no carrot cake. My little idiot unpacked all the cakes one by one, searching for a carrot cake."

Jin laughed, continuing the story. "And you know what? He bit into every cake to see if it was plum or carrot. Those two little bunny teeth marks were on all the cakes." Jin laughed loudly at the memory. "My poor little bunny," he said affectionately while decorating the cake

Joon's mother smiled sadly and walked towards him. "You have to take him to a hospital or something... He needs help."

"No, Mom, he's alright. He still works in the office, doing everything perfectly."

"But..." she started, but their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Jin ran to the door and opened it. "Jimin?" His smile faded. "Come inside."

"Hyungi, where are Tae and Yoongi?" Jimin asked as he entered the house.

"They're not here," Joon replied.

"Where did they go?" Jimin frowned.

"Maybe they went outside," Joon said "Thank God, at last he decided to come out."

"But Yoongi said he wanted to go somewhere," Jimin added. "He asked for some money too... Tae's phone is here, but Yoongi isn't answering his calls."

Jin was about to close the door when he noticed a car approaching. He stared at it curiously, his heart pounding heavily with each breath.