Hearing his members speak of missing him and wanting to come back caused all of Taehyung's sorrow to subside as he was hit with a new sense of determination. He couldn't allow himself to get frustrated anymore as it was nothing but a complete setback.

He convinced himself that he didn't need perfect clay statues to bring them back. If he couldn't sculpt or paint, there had to be something else he could use. It just had to be shaped like a human. Even if, at this point, it wasn't the work of his own hands. Something will be better than nothing. I just really, really need them back.

But what the hell can I use?

He grabbed his laptop and searched online, discovering something he wished he'd thought of earlier.

Mannequins.

The perfect shape and form. The perfect website in which he could customize the sizing and dimensions of every single mannequin he ordered. He had to run around and grab clothing items of all of his members to determine their sizes, using size charts to figure out the perfect dimensions. As he was examining their clothes a smile crept across his face.

I don't have to paint them either. I can clothe them.

Just what mannequins were made for.

He spent hours inputting the information for all six of them. How many centimeters tall they had to be. How wide their shoulders were (especially Jin's), their shoe sizes, waist sizes, everything. Once again, he ordered for all six mannequins to be delivered right away.

He paced the dorm as he waited for them, kicking around the broken clay and garbage that was scattered all across the floor. What shall I do with them when they get here? His chest started to bubble with excitement at the idea of his mannequins showing up.

Not mannequins. Members. They're my members.

The sound of his doorbell rang and he sprinted to the door, signing off for the six giant boxes that had been carted to him. Once they were delivered he grabbed a knife and started completely shredding the boxes apart to reveal six fiberglass mannequins. The limbs and heads had to be manually put together, so he had to make sure that when it came to each individual member he was putting the correct pieces on.

Once all six were put together he took a step back. He smiled seeing how much better these looked than the clay statues he'd attempted to make. These were much more accurate, although they were also so bland. He didn't want to paint them. He realized he wasn't going to be good at that and he didn't want to ruin the mannequins. He looked around and saw some of his members clothes still laying around right where he'd left them after using them for sizing purposes.

He started with their shirts. Then moved to their pants. He dressed each member up in their own clothes, down to some of their jewelry. Once everything was done he took a step back and felt as though something was still off.

Faces.

The mannequins were, currently, just blank outlines of faces. He tapped his chin as he pondered, and his eyes shot to the headshots of his members on the wall. Use their own faces. He ran over and ripped the photos down, sprinting back and taping each members' own headshot to their respective mannequin.

Something was still missing. It only took him a moment to realize the one final touch he needed. He ran to his room and grabbed Jungkook's favorite bucket hat, throwing it right on top of Jungkook's mannequins head. "There you go, maknae."

He stood there and stared at them in silence before he dropped to the ground and sobbed. Not from sadness this time, but from happiness. He knew this meant he was only so much closer to having his entire family come back to life to be with him. And this time he'd make sure he'd be together with them forever. He'd hug the mannequins and plant kisses on their faces as he talked to them and let them know he would figure out how to get their souls back.

"People talk about things like that all the time. I know it's possible," Taehyung told his members.

He took a seat at the kitchen table and looked around, realizing now would be the perfect time to clean it spotless before his members' souls woke up in their new forms. He didn't need Jin to scold him about the dishes or for Hobi to scold him about the laundry, although he did greatly miss that.

He thought about the best approach to getting their souls back. He didn't want to mess this up, and knew he didn't know what he was doing. His options were to seek someone who knew how to handle souls or to research this himself.

He decided that he needed to bring their souls back all on his own because nobody else knew them like he did. Nobody else would understand their souls like he did. Nobody would have that connection like he did. Having finally gotten the mannequins built, he knew this was the universe showing him that he was capable of doing this. He was capable of bringing his family back, and he knew it'd mean so much more to his members if he did it himself.

After finally cleaning the dorm top to bottom, making it spotless just how Hobi would like it, he dove into research. This time the research thankfully didn't involve a bunch of physical labor, it was a lot more mental work.

He found a website dedicated to bringing the dead back to the realm of the living.

Perfect.