Taehyung sat on the couch, staring at the dimly lit living room. The windows were open, letting in the cool breeze of the evening, the city's distant hum vibrating through the walls. His hands were clasped together in his lap, and his thoughts were a thousand miles away, drifting like the clouds outside.

For the first time since the accident, Taehyung felt something like peace, but it wasn't the kind of peace he'd been hoping for. It wasn't the return of the memories he had lost.

No, this peace came with a quiet acceptance.

He would never have the past back.

He would never recognize their faces as he once had, never recall the fleeting moments of their shared lives. But... he could still find a way to be part of their lives. He could still build something with them, even if it wasn't the same.

The door creaked open, and Taehyung turned his head to see Yoongi step inside. He had a notebook in one hand, his expression unreadable as always. But his gaze softened when it landed on Taehyung.

"Hey."

Taehyung smiled faintly, his heart lifting a little. "Hey."

Yoongi set the notebook down on the coffee table and sat beside him. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, it was like a shared understanding, the kind only the closest of friends could have.

Finally, Yoongi broke the silence, his voice quiet but firm. "How are you doing?"

Taehyung's smile faded slightly. "I don't know... I'm trying, Yoongi. I'm really trying." He looked down at his hands, his fingers tracing the edges of his jeans. "But it's hard. Every time I think I'm getting better, it feels like I'm falling again."

Yoongi nodded, as if understanding exactly what he meant. He didn't offer empty words of comfort, he didn't need to. Instead, he just sat there, his presence steady and grounding.

"You don't have to have everything figured out right now," Yoongi said after a beat. "You're still here. That's enough."

Taehyung swallowed thickly, feeling the weight of Yoongi's words sink in. He didn't need to remember everything. He didn't need to return to who he was before. All he needed to do was find a way to move forward.

"I think... I think I've been trying to chase something that isn't coming back," Taehyung admitted quietly. "I've been focusing so much on the past, trying to remember faces, trying to remember names, trying to make everything the way it was before. But..." He shook his head. "Maybe that's not the way forward."

Yoongi watched him for a long moment before responding. "You don't have to chase anything. You don't have to make it the same. But you can build something new."

Taehyung met his eyes. "I don't know how."

Yoongi's lips quirked up at the corners, a rare smile that spoke volumes. "Start small. Start with the things you can feel, the things that remind you that we're still here. Forget about the faces. Start with the little things, our voices, our presence. You already know that we're here, and that's a good place to start."

Taehyung sat in silence, his mind turning over Yoongi's words. He had been trying so hard to cling to the past, to find something familiar in a world that no longer made sense. But Yoongi was right, maybe it wasn't about finding what he'd lost. Maybe it was about embracing what he still had.

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The next few days passed in a blur of small changes. Taehyung took Yoongi's advice to heart. Instead of focusing on the faces that eluded him, he began to pay attention to the things that still connected him to his members.

It was in the way Seokjin hummed softly while he cooked, the melody always changing but always familiar, like an old friend. It was in the sound of Jimin's laugh, soft and comforting, echoing through the apartment as he made silly jokes or teased the others. It was in the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the morning, a scent so intimately tied to Namjoon's morning routine that it almost felt like a ritual.

There was comfort in those little things, in the way their energy seemed to fill the spaces around him.

Jungkook's voice became a familiar rhythm, his words often teasing, but underneath it all, Taehyung could feel the care in his tone. Hoseok's bright presence was undeniable, his energy infusing every room he entered. And Yoongi, Yoongi's calm steadiness was like an anchor, always present, always sure.

Taehyung found himself gravitating toward them, not because he needed to see their faces, but because he needed to feel them.

One morning, as Taehyung sat on the couch, Jin joined him, carrying two cups of hot chocolate.

"Here," Jin said, holding out a cup.

Taehyung accepted it gratefully, the warmth seeping into his palms as he took a sip. It was perfect, rich and comforting, just like he remembered it.

"You used to always make this for me," Taehyung said, his voice soft.

Jin chuckled. "I know. You always said you loved it when it was extra sweet."

Taehyung smiled a little. It was small, but it felt significant. "I think... I think I remember that."

Jin's smile faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered, his eyes warm. "Good. I'm glad."

The silence between them wasn't awkward, it was comfortable, familiar.

As the days went on, Taehyung's understanding of his relationships began to shift. Instead of seeking the perfect recollection of the past, he started building something new, something that was uniquely their own. He didn't need to remember every detail of their past together.

He just needed to be present.

He learned to recognize the soft click of Yoongi's pen as he scribbled in his notebook, the way his fingers tapped lightly on the table as he thought. He learned to recognize the way Seokjin's windshield laughter filled the room when he caught someone off guard with his dad jokes, how Namjoon's thoughtful silence spoke volumes in moments of tension. He learned to recognize Hoseok's enthusiasm in the way he bounced around the apartment, always eager to make everyone laugh, to brighten the atmosphere.

And he began to feel that warmth. The warmth that filled the room whenever the members were together, like an invisible thread tying them all together.

It wasn't the same as remembering their faces.

But it was something just as important.

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One evening, as the sun set and the last rays of light filtered through the curtains, Taehyung stood at the window, looking out over the city. He hadn't been out much in the past few weeks, but tonight, something felt different. Something had shifted.

He didn't have all the answers.

He wasn't the same person he had been before.

But he was still here.

And the people around him still cared.

His phone buzzed on the table, and he picked it up to see a message from Jungkook.

"Dinner in ten? I'm starving."

Taehyung smiled, his heart swelling a little. Even without the face that had once been so familiar to him, he could still recognize Jungkook's presence, his energy, his love.

He didn't need to see their faces to know that they were still there, that they were still fighting alongside him.

Taehyung put his phone down and walked toward the kitchen.

Dinner was waiting.

And though he was still falling, this time, he wasn't falling alone.

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