[In Taehyung's house]
The quiet night was punctuated by the soft sounds of Ivan's breathing as he slept. Taehyung sat beside his son's bed, his mind drifting back to a time when Ivan was just two and a half years old.

He remembered a similar night years ago, when Ivan had fallen ill with a high fever. Y/n had been the pillar of strength. She had stayed up all night, near their son with a loving touch, her gentle voice soothing Ivan’s cries and her care bringing him comfort.

The sight of Y/n, so devoted and nurturing, had left a lasting impression on Taehyung. He thought wistfully, If only she were here now, to care for Ivan with the same dedication.

The memory brought a pang of longing. Taehyung's heart ached with the realization of how much he missed her, and how much he wished she could be there for their son once more.
The thought that Y/n might have stayed if her love had truly been unwavering was almost unbearable.

His reverie was abruptly interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.
Taehyung looked up, his thoughts scattering as he went to answer it. Opening the door, he found Minji and her young son, Ayan, standing there.

“Hi, Taehyung,” Minji said softly, her eyes filled with concern. “I brought Ayan over. He wanted to see Ivan and check if there's anything we can do.”

Ayan, holding a small get-well-soon card in his hand, looked up at Taehyung with a worried expression. “Is Ivan okay, Uncle Taehyung?”

Taehyung forced a smile, touched by the gesture. “He’s resting right now, Ayan. Thank you for coming.”

Minji stepped inside, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “You’re doing everything you can, Taehyung. It’s tough, but you’re not alone.”

As Minji settled into a chair, Taehyung felt a small measure of relief.
He knew that, despite his heartache and the haunting memories of the past,  his focus needed to be on the present—on being there for Ivan, offering him the love and care that he so desperately needed.

He took a deep breath.
For now, he would focus on being there for Ivan, finding comfort in the small moments of care and support from those around him.

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TBC 🤍~