Taehyung's POV

The void.

That's all that surrounds me.

There's no tiny glint of light that smuggles it's way into the dark blankets of the basement from the entrance, nor was there the dangling half lit lightbulb that never could decide if to live or die with its constant blinking.

There is no feeling.

The body that has been attached to me for all my life can come off as something made up by my own imagination. Skin, muscle, even every organ that supposibly kept me alive have disintegrated into nothingness, yet I still have some sort of inner conscious. So...

Had I pass out again?

Probaby...

Or did I finally die?

...Most likely.

Everything's foggy and although I can't recall much, a gruesome episode haunts me continuously.

It just replays.

Over and over again.

Was the movie tape broken so it only projected the same exact scene in the movie theatre, causing the same clip to play endlessly. Or had someone rigged a vintage ballerina jewellery box so she was trapped dancing to her own wretched melody.

What ever it was, it recited the exact moments nonstop. It was like a merry go round created to never stop, but non of the sight was merry. It wasn't a dream, but a nightmare in a loop...

It was my living nightmare in a loop.

And with everything that people watch continuously, the more you view it, the more you notice things in further detail.

I don't want to remember.

It plays things that I don't even remember witnessing, but was probably aware of. It starts with the persons finger squeezing on the trigger effortlessly, the aimed gun firing the bullet in painfully slow motion, and that bullet piecing the victim's skull like the iceberg through the titanic.

Keen, uncomplicated, and fatal.

I watch the remaining living silhouette use one hand to drag their long hair behind their ear, as the other hand descends with the gun to their side since they're job was finished.

A smile of pure happiness danced onto their face from the sight, the little blood splatter from their victim semi on them and the gallons of blood staining their soul for ending another human's life.

Terrible shivers possessing me when their fuzzy and contorted face turned to my direction, making they're blood-curdling smile gleam in the foggy atmosphere.

Fright arising inside of my body with it curling and twisting my organs as the entity is right next to me and I can't see them due to the closeness. Their cold breathe whispering such simple words in my ear, but it was enough to make my blood run inhumanly cold.

Then the bullet is fired again, and everything happens exactly the same, getting more gory, gruesome, and horrid the longer it plays.

The death torments my pathetic soul, how it repeats in my conscious like that; eating away my happy memories bit by bit to just replace it with this hellish impression.

And it has me thinking now.

This has never crossed my mind before that day, but if Jimin was to die on me, and my heart still beats on after, what would become of me?

Or what if my lungs stopped working, but Jimin still breathes, what would he do. How would he handle it? Better or worst than how I'm doing at the moment?

Cause right now, I feel empty; broken and unfixable. My life used to be miserable with the solitude way I was living, but he shoved his way passed the thick walls I had build up around myself for years so easily.

Ecstatic.

The perfect word to explain how my world had transformed when he was in it. A lock that I didn't realize was weighing heavily on my heart had been unlocked by just his laugh, creating him to mean more dearly to me day by day.

Now my heart has become inked dark like once before, and no set of life can make it bright enough to illuminate the overwhelming shadow's growth without him by my side.

My world has stopped spinning, and it is slowly imploding on me. The apocalypse sounds like a paradise compared to what had happened.

For me, it'll be nighttime for eternity, because how would there be daytime without his smile lighting up the earth's surface.

A faint beeping

Was it my fault he died?

That gradually grows louder

Had the happy days come to an end?

Ringing in timed intervals.

Could I not have saved him?

A thin white horizon

Wait..

Glows strong in the sea of darkness

Who's death am I mourning?

It expands steadily

A boy....

White flooding the black.

What was his name?

A beeping...

My burdensome eyes open; I don't want them to.

A white ceiling is the first thing I see, not the grimy dark one I recognise. The bed I was put on is slightly leveraged at me head, covered with a white sheet and pillow.

A tingling sensation plagues both my arms and my chest. My body didn't disintegrate like I thought it did.

I'm still alive, but I don't want to be.

I expand my sight, not lifting my head or turning it too much. The whole room seemed to be covered in white, but in the window panes, a black colour sat overflowing on the other side of it.

I knew it, my world has become dark.

Ignoring sounds to improve my vision was my plan, but the beeping from before becomes presistant for my attention, beating faster and louder. Is it alerting someone? Did I scare it?

"Taehyung?"

I freeze.

Carefully, I turn my full attention to where I heard my name being called, and it was a middle aged woman who said it. She sat in the corner, a blanket draped over her.

Surprise scrambles across her face as it washed away the tired look, and soon she herself was scrambling to her feet with haste, her short looking legs moving quickly.

She presses a small red button on the wall, saying "doctor Taehyung's awake" softly into a speaker next to it.

A man that I'm guessing is my doctor walks in with a young nurse at his side within a few minutes of the call, both of them coming on my left as the woman from early accompanies my right.

She stands with a little gap between her and the bed, and I'm thankful she wasn't  close enough to make physical contact. I'm surprised I let her be a few inches from me though. I don't recognise her, meaning she's a complete stranger to me; I don't trust strangers near me.

Maybe it was the way her face was painted with worry and relief, her eyes showing a grateful look to them. Though she's wasting those emotions on someone who wants to die and not live.

"How do you feel?" She asks paying close attention to my response. All I do is shake my head yes in a smallish manner, not really answering her question but hopefully she gets what I meant.

"Patient's name. Kim Taehyung," the young nurse suddenly says with a dry tone in her words, seemingly reading the information out loud from her clip board. "Patient has been unconscious for about a week and a half. Time and date patient woke up. 12:34am October 28."

If I was asleep for that long, I shouldn't have woken up then. I want to go to the hospital roof, and jump; that way I'll stay asleep for good. I'll let blackness corrupt my soul, causing me to drift into purgatory like a lost spirit.

I should've died, instead of him. He didn't deserve to.

Him.

Why can't I remember his name.

"Kim Taehyung." The doctor blurts out my name with his booming thick voice, making me flinch terribly from the unexpected loudness. "Does this woman look familiar to you?"

He gestures to the lady that I saw right after I woke up. I shake my head no, uncomfortable about exposing my voice after it being stifled for so long.

The doctor looks into the nurse eyes, giving her a sly nod, like some kind of telepathy as it causes the nurse to start writing something immediately.

I look to the woman, and her face had fallen into sadness, the hopeful glint in her eyes being smothered by disappointment. Was I supposed to know who she was?

"Mrs Park can I talk to you outside?" The doctor stats in a serious tone, looking carefully at the clip board the nurse had handed to him.

You can tell that she's confuse to why they need to talk to her privately, but she agrees non the less. "Let me just wake him up before I go with you."

Aren't I already awake though?

The doctor and the nurse seem to know what the lady meant and nodded their heads, walking swiftly but not rushed out of the room.

She makes her way around to the left side close to the foot of the bed, exchanging her worried expression with a brave smile. "Honey, time to get up." She advised softly to something or someone.

Who was she talking too?

I feel the bed shift slightly, a mysterious weight indenting the bed and I'm sure it wasn't from the woman. Was someone there and I didn't notice? They were in an area where at the angle I was at, I couldn't see them.

"Five more minutes," a voice grumbles, a soft, inaudible utter that made everything seem to have paused for me.

I know that voice.

My throat begins to hurt as I gulped roughly to contain my emotions from just spilling out of me.

I can't be mistaken right? Only he has that sweet voice that's an alluring melody to my ears.

"Jimin, he's awake," she informs again, and remembrance hits me like a hard slap to the face.

His name is Jimin.

It was the name that made my whole day a wonderful one just by the mention of it. That morphed my voice to sound like I was singing when it left my lips as I pronounced it. It was the name of the guy that made my entire existence feel like it was worth living, creating everyday a joyous one. How can I forget it?

"Taehyungie is?" I love how he says me name. I adore his voice as he spoke with his emotions amplified into the tone he used; mixed with cheerfulness and wonder. "Taehyung is awake?"

He gets up, emerging into my sight as he rubs his eyes like a little child, and you can tell he hasn't slept properly in days.

He sits down next to my waist, putting both arms on either side of my body causing him to lean over me so we were looking directly into each other eyes. He looms over me, and I get a good look at him after so long of darkness; all his charming features brightening my life already.

"Hey sleeping beauty, finally decided to wake up," he says as a joke, caressing my cheek with his left hand.

He had a wrist cast on his right hand, and I know I should ask about it, but the tears came pouring out like a waterfall before I knew it was; making my voice get washed out by my own cries.

"Aww why are you crying?" he coos in a whispery manner as he tries to wipe away all the tears that were running, the smile never leaving his lips nor his eyes.

Blissful tears were falling from the cage of my eyes, and he wasn't fast enough to collect them all.

Jimin had saved me.

And he was alive.

I thought she broke me, but I'm still in one piece.

Because it was my mother,

who died that day.

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A/n: I bet u guys are really happy rn.  There's like a good few chapter left to type. We're like 3/4 done.