Third person's pov

The next morning, Taehyung awoke to the emptiness of the bed beside him, a reminder of Jungkook's absence. He sighed heavily, feeling a hollow ache in his chest as he realized that Jungkook was always there, a comforting presence in their shared space.

With a heavy heart, he got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up,

As he emerged from the bathroom, Taehyung's eyes fell on the clothes that were usually ironed and ready for him. But today, there was no sign of Jungkook's care. With a resigned sigh, he took out the clothes and began ironing them himself,

As he worked, Taehyung's mind drifted to the tasks that lay ahead. He remembered that he needed to wake Taemin up for college and Hye-joon for her hospital shift.

He left the laundry room and made his way to Hye-joon's room, gently rousing her from sleep.

"Hye-joon, wake up," he called softly, his voice laced with concern. "You need to get ready for work."

Hye-joon stirred from her slumber, blinking sleepily as she registered Taehyung's presence. With a groan, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, a tired expression etched on her face.

"I'm up, Appa," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Then Taehyung made his way to Taemin's room, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. He gently nudged Taemin awake,

"Taemin, it's time to get up for college," he said,

Taemin groaned and rolled over, his reluctance evident as he buried his face in his pillow.

"Come on, Taemin," Taehyung said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Get up and get ready."

With a sigh, Taemin finally relented, dragging himself out of bed and trudging towards the bathroom. As Taehyung turned to leave, a sudden smell caught his attention, a faint hint of burning in the air. Panic surged through him as he raced back to the laundry room, his heart pounding in his chest.

Upon reaching the laundry room, he saw smoke billowing from the ironing board. His shirt lay smoldering on the board, the fabric scorched and blackened from the heat.

Cursing under his breath, Taehyung quickly unplugged the iron and removed the shirt,

"Stupid, stupid," he muttered to himself, "I can't believe I left the iron on like that."

With a heavy sigh, Taehyung set the ruined shirt aside.

As Taehyung hurriedly ironed another shirt and pants, frustration gnawed at him. The lingering smell of burnt fabric was still in the air. With a sigh, he quickly dressed and rushed downstairs, where Hye-joon and Taemin were already seated at the table.

"I'll heat up last night's leftovers for breakfast." Taehyung said in a rushed voice.

As he busied himself in the kitchen, his head began to throb with a dull ache. He ignored it and continued his work. But as he plated the food and set it on the table, the pain in his head intensified,

"Hye-joon, could you get me some painkillers from my room?" Taehyung said, his voice tinged with discomfort. "My head is killing me."

Hye-joon nodded silently and rose from the table.

When Hye-joon returned with the painkillers, her demeanor was noticeably subdued. Taehyung accepted them gratefully, popping the pills with a swig of water. But as he glanced up at Hye-joon, he couldn't help but notice the worry etched in her features.

"What's wrong, Hye-joon?" Taemin asked, his voice laced with concern. "You seem really quiet."

Hye-joon hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "It's nothing," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

But Taemin and Taehyung weren't convinced. With a sense of unease, they finished their breakfast in silence,

With Jungkook.........

In Jungkook's room, Mrs. Jeon, Jimin, and Yoongi hovered around him, their faces etched with concern. They attempted to coax him into eating, but Jungkook stubbornly refused.

"Come on, Jungkook, you need to eat something," Mrs. Jeon pleaded, holding out a spoonful of soup.

But Jungkook shook his head adamantly. "I'm not hungry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Jimin exchanged a worried glance with Mrs. Jeon and Yoongi. "You need to eat, Jungkook," he urged gently. "You'll feel better if you have something in your stomach."

Jungkook remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the floor as if lost in his own thoughts.

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Jungkook, please," he implored, his voice tinged with concern. "Eating something might help."

Yoongi's gentle persistence eventually convinced Jungkook to take a few sips of the soup Mrs. Jeon had prepared. Mrs. Jeon carefully fed him a spoonful,

"Come on, Jungkook, just a little more," she encouraged softly, her voice laced with tenderness.

But as soon as the soup touched his lips, Jungkook's stomach churned, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He pushed the bowl away and stumbled to his feet, clutching his hand over his mouth.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice hoarse with distress. "I can't..."

Before anyone could react, Jungkook dashed out of the room, his footsteps echoing loudly against the tiled floor as he raced towards the bathroom.

Mrs. Jeon exchanged a worried glance with Yoongi and Jimin, she quickly rose to her feet,

"I'll go check on him," she said,

With quick strides, Mrs. Jeon made her way to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She found Jungkook hunched over the sink, his breathing ragged and labored.

She started gently rubbing his back, " Baby are you okay ?" Mrs jeon said, her voice was soft and worried.

Jungkook shook his head weakly, his face drained of color.

Mrs. Jeon's heart clenched with worry as she helped Jungkook rinse his mouth and splash water on his face. She could see the anguish etched on his features, and it broke her heart to see him suffering like this.

Mrs. Jeon gently guided Jungkook back to his room. She helped him to lie down on the bed, his body trembling with exhaustion and pain. Jungkook looked up at her with teary eyes,

"It hurts, eomma," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "Everywhere..."

Mrs. Jeon's heart broke at the sight of her son's suffering, and she leaned down to kiss his forehead, her touch gentle and comforting. "I know, my baby," she murmured softly,

Jimin knelt down beside the bed, his hands gentle as he began to massage Jungkook's legs, "Just relax, Jungkook," he said softly, "We're here for you."

Mrs. Jeon sat down beside Jungkook, her hands gentle as she began to massage his arms and hands, her touch light and soothing.

After 20 minutes, Jungkook finally slept. Yoongi's eyes burned with rage as he watched over his younger brother, his fists clenched in frustration.

"I want to kill Taehyung," Yoongi seethed, his voice low and filled with anger. His hands trembled with barely contained fury, his gaze fixed on Jungkook's sleeping form.

Mrs. Jeon placed a calming hand on Yoongi's shoulder, "Yoongi, calm down," she urged, "Right now, what we need to do is stay with Jungkook and not give more stress to him."

Yoongi's jaw tightened as he struggled to rein in his emotions, his mind swirling with thoughts of retribution. But beneath the anger, he knew that Mrs. Jeon was right.

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi forced himself to relax, his muscles gradually easing as he let go of his anger.

After a few hours.........

After work, Taehyung, Taemin, and Hye-joon made their way directly to Jungkook's home. Upon reaching the door, Sunho, greeted them and led them inside, but their arrival was met with immediate tension.

As they entered, Yoongi's voice cut through the air. "Get out! Right now!" His tone was harsh and unforgiving, his eyes blazing with anger.

Taehyung, taken aback by Yoongi's words, attempted to reason with him. "Hyung-" he began, but before he could finish, Yoongi interrupted him with a thunderous shout.

"I am not your hyung! Not your friend! Not anything related to you!" Yoongi's words were laced with bitterness and resentment, his frustration palpable.

Mrs. Jeon, attempting to diffuse the  tension, intervened. "Yoongi, let's have a talk," she pleaded, her voice filled with concern.

But Yoongi's anger remained unabated. "Why do you want to have a talk even now?" he retorted, his tone laced with frustration. "Haven't you seen Jungkook's condition from last night? I want them to have a divorce. It's final."

Taehyung's heart sank at Yoongi's words. "Hyung, don't talk like this," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

But Yoongi's resolve remained firm. "Don't call me hyung!" he snapped, his voice echoing through the room. "And get out!"

As Jungkook listened to the heated exchange downstairs, his heart felt heavy with the weight of the situation. Part of him wanted to go down and intervene, but another part of him hesitated, unsure if he had the strength to face the confrontation that awaited him.

Just then, his phone rang, breaking through the chaos with its shrill tone. It was Mina. With trembling hands, Jungkook picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

But it wasn't Mina's voice that greeted him on the other end of the line. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as he listened to her words, his breath catching in his throat.

"Hello, it's Soul's International Hospital," the nurse began, her voice solemn. "We regret to inform you that Lee Mina has passed away. She requested to meet with you before she died. We tried contacting you, but your phone was switched off."

Jungkook felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. Mina... gone? The news hit him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a crushing force. He couldn't believe it.

Jungkook sank onto the edge of the bed, his mind swirling with a tumult of emotions. The shouting from downstairs faded into the background.

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So that was all for today's chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

What are you views on it ?

Did you expected Mina's death ?

Why was hye-joon so silent ?

Do you agree with Yoongi's words?

Borahae,
Byee.

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