A/n: I'll post the answers to the question from Chapter 35 after this bc this chapter answers some of them already.

Jimin's POV

I stumble back, hitting against a wall in the process, as my mind finally caught up with what my eyes were seeing; but even if I see it clearly in front of me, the human heart didn't seem any less unreal. It was like something you'd see out of a horror film.

This isn't normal.

I turn away from it, my breathing coming out short and heavy from shock. Sooner or later, I'll have myself hyperventilating, so I try to calm down, but all the negative emotions that's running through me is not exactly helping.

Pacing back and forth became my tactic, but wiping my face roughly and dragging my hand through my hair like a mad person was not part of it.

My minds racing like molecules transforming from water state to gas; my throat turning dry from my sharp breathes vacuuming all the moisture from my mouth.

Every single possibility on why there is a human heart outside of the human body doesn't comprehend well with me; especially when it's being shown off like some kind of trophy. God, I feel like I'm going insane.

Through all the thoughts that are rapidly flowing through my head at the moment, one idea that's growing like an inflation in my brain feels like it's the core reason my sanity is getting eaten away.

It's my sick, logical, pessimistic way of thinking that makes me wish that I can stop thinking in general, but I can't deny it's a strong possibility because all the evidence is basically screaming it's existence.

That witch said he went to visit his grandparents place which was just a complete lie straight through her soul eating teeth.

That was definitely blood on the floor, or at least I'm 99% sure it was.

And her hands were covered in blood, even a smudge on her dress.

Tae had been missing longer than usual.

So doesn't that mean.

That's Tae's heart in that container.

And that means

He's dead.

His own mom killed him.

Over analyzing a situation can be a curse.

A feeling hits me violently. Anger. Or was it despair?

It grips onto me chest abruptly and hard. I'm chocking on nothing in particular. A full panic fit takes me as my legs become weak and all I can do is use the floor as support.

Tae can't be dead, can he? It's too surreal, isn't it? Maybe I'm not thinking straight? Yeah, maybe not enough oxygen got to my brain with the short breaths I was using.

To even consider he's dead is only the illusion of a fear that's in the back of my head for everyone dear to me. Right, he can't leave me.

Tae can't leave me.

So if he's not dead, I should get up and find him, making him promise to not leave me now that I know that's a possibility that can happen.

My mind is sending signals to the rest of my body to get up. Huh, that's weird, why isn't my body responding; and why do I feel like I know the reason to that.

It's because my mind can't fool the rest of me.

Those statements I thought up are just empty words with no confidence backing them up. The questions I ask myself come with no answers to them, and I'm just waiting for a mysterious voice to tell me what I want to hear.

I have no proof to say that he's alive and kicking somewhere, because all the evidence I have in front of me makes a horror film massacre look more believable. So why-

Did he not want to be with me? Why did he go with death?

Why did he leave me?

I should've made him promise; swear on his existence not to leave me.

Now I'm sure the feeling is despair that's conquering my senses , because the once luminescent blue of the container holding the heart became duller with the rest of the room.

My eye sight becomes blurrier, until everything was unfocused and indecipherable.  My knees catch my head as I slouch into it, wrapping my arms around my legs in an attempt to suffocate myself.

I know that I should pull myself together, so I won't go back to the Jimin I was before; I know I should, but this break down makes me feel unfixable.

He left me. He left me to be alone. He opened up a window I couldn't bare to open, only to lock it and destroy it and me with it.

My head rises as my mind goes blank, my eyes still unable to recognise anything.

Should I take his heart with me when I leave then? Maybe I can find his libs and sew him back together. It's okay if his bodies cold, I can warm him up. He can still stay by my side even if he's not breathing, right.....

what am I thinking....

My own thoughts scare me.

I've never realised how much I couldn't live without Taehyung until now.

His heart. It doesn't deserve to be like that, and it seems so big to have been in his skinny body.

The heart is big...

No, hold on, that can't be his heart because it's too big.

I mean, he does have a big heart since that idiot cares for others more than he cares for himself but its not the same right now.

I'm pretty sure it's an adult heart in that capsule.

This is the first time I'm glad I paid attention in science.

This was a long stretch but it gave me hope. Hope that Tae was still living, so that I still have the chance to claim him.

This little bit of light shining on the situation seemed to have given me strength as well, letting me finally pull my weight and get up from my pathetic position.

All colour comes back into my sight, and my gaze towards the capsule was no longer petrified or mournful; I just felt relief with a tint of disgust.

There was no doubt that it was a real heart trapped in that container, and it'll be cruel of me not to feel sorry for the poor soul, but Taehyung's heart is not the one there, and I couldn't more thankful.

But that doesn't mean I'm not disgusted. That woman is the devil himself, to kill someone and show it off like it's a museum's rare artifact.

I'm sure Taehyung's in this house though; she was too cautious when I talked to her in the morning.

I make my way out of the room that felt like a riddle that could've trapped me there for who knows how long, back into the same old dark hallway.

My eyes sight becomes sharper and I grimace as it immediately catches on the blood stain still leading to the basement door.

Ive given up on being stealthy, fully aware that someone would've had to be deaf not to hear all the ruckus I was making.

My hand faintly rests upon the cold iron sphere, tightening my grasp around it, turning it gradually until something in me told me to stop.

My gut didn't feel right about this.

It was too easy, too simple, too good to be true.

She caught me.

I know she caught me when I saw the blood on the floor, her eyes said it all when she looked at me.

And no matter how scared I came off as, I'm sure she can tell I was undauntedly coming back for him. I'm that stubborn.

So she would've been alert. The doors would've been locked instead of willingly opening to me.

Was she planning on jumping me then; that seems like the only reasonable explanation, and I doubt that she's that stupid to leave everything unlocked.

I release the handle of a door that felt like it could be the point of no return after it has been opened, a plan conjuring up in my mind.

I move swiftly to the kitchen, grabbing a sharp knife from one of the drawers. Next I look around the house, finding some rope in the corner somewhere.

I opened the door opposite of the room with the heart, quickly scanning to make sure that my theory wasn't complete bull and that witch was actually sleeping on the bed.

My hands tie the rope unto the knob of the room I'm currently in, measuring it across to the room with the heart and cutting off the excess rope. I let out a shaky breath, praying my quickly thought up scheme would work in my favour.

I shove the knife in my pocket, fully away of the hazard of stabbing myself by accident.

My hands let go of the rope so I can pick up the capsule and carry it back to the doorway. Its heavier than I thought.

A beating sound was filling my hearing, and I'm not if it's my own heart or the heart in the capsule.

I start to think if I'd regret this, but it was pointless since my mind was already made up.

I could still potentially lose Taehyung right now, so let me make it impossible for that to happen.

I chuck the capsule with the heart in it, hitting the wall that I was aiming for inside the room. Shards of the glass continent flying from the impact of the wall that shattered the container mercilessly.

The sound that emitted from it was like a high pitch ringing that could be deafening if it was any louder.

The neon blue liquid looks like it oozed from the wall, and the heart letting gravity take it so fast that my eyes could've dismissed it as just a shadow.

I basically leap into the other doorway as this happens, closing the door with the smashed the heart in it and picking up the rope, hiding myself on the inside of the other room.

I hear the footsteps on the other side of door leading to the basement. They were frantic with speed, and you can tell this person almost tripped numerous times.

When the second sound of a door swinging open tickles my ear, I run bullet speed to the door, slam it shut, and tie the rope around the handle.

I hear a witch scream as I had supposedly broken the enchanted object that kept her alive.

Next comes the banging, loud and aggressive like she can break down the door any minute.

I dart for the staircase down to the basement. My steps are all jumbled up, and I swear I slipped but didn't fall. My feet meet the dark concrete and my head whips everywhere trying to find Taehyung.

I had seen him, and the sight rendered me speechless, my heart hurting me to the point where it might just kill me from pain.

I sprint to his side under a second, yanking the needle out of his arm and ripping the tape off his mouth as I kneel down next to him.

" Taehyung I'm here for you," I hastily say, my hands already moving with the knife in my hold as I try to get the bindings off of him.

"Jiminie," he muttered airy, and I can tell he was struggle to keep awake. He looked drunk but I know he just lost a lot of blood.

"Yeah, it's me," I say chocking back a cry I didn't know was there, it taking every power I possessed not to just drop everything and give him a suffocating hug.

His face looked messy, stained with dirt, smudges of dry blood, and tears that leaked from his weak looking eyes.

I can tell he was tortured for some time, and it hurts me that I even let him experienced this. Anger starts to boil inside of me when I thought about all the bull she was telling me.

That bitch is a fucked up mother.