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In the midst of a restless night, Jimin found himself caught in the tangled web of a haunting nightmare. In his dream, he and Taehyung were at a serene farm, basking in the warm embrace of each other's company. The scent of fresh hay lingered in the air as they laughed and danced under the golden rays of the setting sun.

"This is our sweet home, love"

"I love this, Taehyungie. I wanna spend the rest of life with you."

But then, without warning, the dream began to unravel. Taehyung's form started to blur and fade, like a painting being washed away by the relentless tide of time. Panic surged through Jimin's veins as he reached out desperately, trying to hold onto the fleeting fragments of his beloved's presence.

"Tae, please don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice echoing into the void of his subconscious.

But his cries fell on deaf ears as his husband continued to fade, slipping away from him with each passing moment. And then, just like that, he was gone, leaving him alone in the suffocating darkness of his mind.

With a jolt, Jimin awoke from the torment of his nightmare, his heart pounding in his chest. Sweat coated his brow as he struggled to catch his breath, the remnants of the dream still lingering like a ghostly specter.

As he lay there, grappling with the tangled mess of his emotions, the memories of the previous night flooded back with cruel clarity. The tsunami, the chaos, the overwhelming fear that had threatened to consume him whole.

And then, amidst the chaos, Taehyung had appeared like a guardian angel, pulling him from the jaws of death and into the safety of his arms. But now, as Jimin lay there in the silence of the night, he couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered at the edges of his consciousness.

Was it really Taehyung who had saved him, or had it all been nothing more than a figment of his fractured mind? The line between reality and imagination blurred, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered to himself, the words a desperate plea for answers that seemed forever out of reach.

"What is real, and what is merely a dream?" he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. "And how can I ever hope to find my way back to the truth?"

In the darkness of his room, Jimin wept, the weight of his grief pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. For in that moment, he was lost—lost in the labyrinth of his own shattered heart, unsure if he would ever find his way back to the light.

"Why? Why m-me?"

In the depths of his despair, Jimin found himself ensnared in a web of anguish so profound, it threatened to suffocate his very soul. As the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room, he lay there, consumed by the weight of his grief.

Every breath felt like a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the void that now loomed large in his life. With tear-stained cheeks and a heavy heart, he whispered into the silence, the words a bitter lament for all that he had lost.

"Why did you save me, Taehyung?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Without you, my life is but a hollow shell, devoid of meaning or purpose. I should have perished in the tsunami, for what is the point of living when the very thing that gave my life meaning has been ripped away from me?"

His words hung heavy in the air, echoing off the walls like a mournful dirge. With each passing moment, the weight of his sorrow grew heavier, threatening to crush him beneath its relentless force.

In his mind's eye, he saw Taehyung's face, his smile like a beacon of light in the darkness. But now, that light had been extinguished, leaving Jimin adrift in a sea of endless night.

"What am I without you, Taehyung?" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "A mere shadow of the man I once was, a ghost haunting the empty halls of a life that no longer holds any meaning. I would give anything to have you back, to feel your touch one last time, but I know that such wishes are but fleeting dreams, destined to be dashed upon the rocks of reality."

With each passing moment, the realization of his loss cut deeper, like a knife twisting in his heart. He longed to turn back the hands of time, to undo the cruel twist of fate that had torn them apart. But deep down, he knew that such wishes were futile, mere whispers in the wind, lost to the uncaring expanse of the universe.

And so, with a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes, Jimin wept, the echoes of his sorrow reverberating through the emptiness of his soul. For in that moment, he knew that his life would never be the same again, that the gaping wound in his heart would never truly heal.

For without Taehyung by his side, he was nothing—nothing but a broken man, adrift in a world that had suddenly become so cold and cruel. And as the tears continued to fall, he whispered into the darkness, a solitary cry for the love that had been torn from his grasp.

"Forgive me, Taehyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own sobs. "For in this life without you, I am nothing but a ghost, condemned to wander the endless expanse of eternity alone."

As his trembling hand reached out to steady himself, his vision blurred with tears, distorting the world into a hazy mosaic of light and shadow. With a shaky breath, he attempted to rise from the bed, his muscles protesting with every movement.

But in his weakened state, he stumbled, the ground rushing up to meet him as if eager to embrace him in its cold embrace. And then, with a sickening crash, everything from the nightstand came tumbling down, a cacophony of shattered glass and splintered wood echoing through the room.

In the aftermath of the chaos, Jimin lay there, disoriented and lost in the darkness of his own despair. Faint noises reached his ears, the sound of someone rushing into the room, their footsteps a frantic rhythm against the cold floor. Someone was calling out for him, asking him if he is okay yet it didn't affect him at all.

"....min?"

But to Jimin, it was all just background noise, a distant echo in the vast emptiness of his mind. He felt hands upon him, gentle and familiar, their touch like a ghostly caress against his skin. And without a second thought, he latched onto them, seeking solace in their comforting embrace.

The tears flowed freely now, unchecked and unrestrained, a torrent of pain and sorrow that threatened to consume him whole. But amidst the chaos, there was a voice, soft and soothing, whispering words of comfort into the darkness.

"It's okay, Jimin," the voice said again, its timbre like a melody in the silence. "I'm here now. Everything's going to be okay."

At first, Jimin thought it was nothing more than a mirage, a cruel trick of his fractured mind. But as he blinked away the tears, he saw him—Taehyung, alive and real, his eyes filled with concern and love. No, this is not the reality. He must not be fooled again.

"You're scaring me now. Tell me you're okay."

For a moment, he couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. It was as if time itself had frozen, trapping them in a moment of suspended disbelief.

But then, with a shaky breath, Jimin reached out, his fingers trembling as they traced the contours of Taehyung's face. And as he felt the warmth of his husband's touch, the reality of the moment washed over him like a wave crashing upon the shore.

He gasped and looked at his fingers, bringing it back to touch his own face and then back to his husband's.

"It's you," Jimin whispered, his voice barely a whisper in the silence. "You're really here."

And as Taehyung wiped away his tears, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Jimin knew that in that moment, they had been given a second chance—a chance to rewrite the ending of their story, to find solace in the arms of the one they loved most.

"Shhh... I'm here,"

In the timeless embrace of their reunion, Jimin found himself suspended in a fragile moment, a delicate balance between past and present, love and loss. As he gazed into Taehyung's eyes, the weight of a year spent wandering in the barren wasteland of grief crashed over him like a tidal wave, dragging him under its merciless current.

Every painful memory, every lonely night spent yearning for the touch of his beloved, surged to the surface, threatening to overwhelm him with their crushing weight. Tears streamed down his cheeks like rivers of sorrow, each drop a testament to the depth of his anguish.

But amidst the storm of emotions, Taehyung remained a steadfast beacon of strength, his presence a source of comfort and solace in the midst of the chaos. With an apologetic smile, he drew Jimin close, pressing his face to his chest and offering him the sanctuary of his embrace.

"You have me now. I've you. Everything is going to be okay,"

And there, in the shelter of Taehyung's arms, Jimin let himself unravel, the floodgates of his heart bursting open as he poured out his pain and sorrow. He wept wholeheartedly, his body shaking with the force of his grief, while Taehyung held him close, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

In that moment, as Jimin's tears mingled with the fabric of Taehyung's shirt, a realization dawned upon him—a revelation as profound as it was unexpected. For here was Taehyung, a man of steel and stone, unyielding in the face of adversity, yet now, in this moment of vulnerability, he was laid bare, his walls crumbling like ancient ruins beneath the weight of Jimin's pain.

And as he felt the steady rhythm of Taehyung's heartbeat beneath his ear, Jimin knew that their love was a force greater than any storm, a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space. For in the crucible of their shared suffering, they had forged a connection that was unbreakable, a tether that bound them together even in the darkest of nights.

With each passing moment, the realization only grew stronger, until it filled the room like a tangible presence, weaving itself into the fabric of their souls. For Taehyung loved Jimin more deeply than words could ever express, his heart a sanctuary for the man he cherished above all else.

"Y-you are b-back,"

As the tumult of emotions continued to swirl around them, Jimin's grief morphed into a tempest of anger, his heart a battleground of conflicting emotions. With a trembling hand, he drew back and delivered a stinging slap across Taehyung's cheek, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.

"You monster!" he cried, his voice raw with pain and betrayal. "How could you do this to me? To us?"

But Taehyung remained stoic in the face of Jimin's fury, his expression a mask of calm resolve. He reached out, gently wiping away the tears that stained Jimin's cheeks, his touch a balm to the wounds of their fractured love.

"I'm sorry, Jimin," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "I never meant to hurt you. I did what I had to do to keep you safe."

But Jimin would hear none of it, his anger burning bright like a wildfire in the depths of his soul. He lashed out again and again, his fists raining down upon Taehyung's chest with a ferocity born of desperation.

"You're a liar!" he spat, his words a venomous hiss. "A coward who ran away and left me to suffer alone!"

But Taehyung bore Jimin's blows with grace, his only response a gentle reassurance that everything would be okay. And as Jimin's rage slowly gave way to exhaustion, he collapsed into Taehyung's arms, his sobs wracking his body with each breath.

"I hate you," he whispered, his voice a broken whisper in the silence. "I hate you for making me love you so much."

But Taehyung only held him tighter, his embrace a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. And as they clung to each other in the darkness, two souls bound together by the threads of fate, the world seemed like it was back to life. The Earth witnessed the first fall of snow, flowers blooming in the garden as dews covered the soft grasses, leaving a ticklish feeling in the air, the sky smiled once again, shedding tears of joy, crying at the reunion of two souls which were meant to be. The red string finally did it work, tying the souls back with a number of knots as both of their heartbeat's for an eternity, and the next one next to it too......

In the midst of their tumultuous exchange, Jimin's voice trembled with a mixture of anguish and frustration. "I never believed in love," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of his shattered dreams. "But you... you made me believe. You made me open my heart and let you in, and now look at us. Look at what you've done."

Each syllable was a dagger to Taehyung's heart, piercing through the facade of his composure and laying bare the raw truth of their shared pain. But even as Jimin's tears fell like rain, there was a fierce determination in his eyes, a refusal to be broken by the betrayal that had torn them apart.

"I tried t-to refuse yet you kept pulling me closer , only t-to abandon me like this. I hate you,"

And yet, amidst the storm of their emotions, there was a strange kind of tenderness, a delicate dance of vulnerability and strength that played out between them. For even in his darkest moments, Jimin's fiery spirit shone bright, a beacon of light in the darkness of their shared despair.

But Taehyung couldn't help but find it all strangely endearing, the way Jimin's anger manifested itself in adorable little outbursts and fiery gestures. He couldn't resist the urge to tease, to flirt shamelessly even in the midst of their turmoil.

"You know, Jiminie," he said with a mischievous grin, his voice laced with playful affection, "you look absolutely adorable when you're angry."

But before he could utter another word, Jimin's hand shot out with lightning speed, delivering a swift slap across Taehyung's cheek that left a stinging imprint in its wake. And then, with a surprising amount of strength, he reached out and tugged at Taehyung's hair, a mixture of frustration and longing in his touch.

"Don't you dare," he warned, his voice a low growl in the silence. "Don't you dare try to charm your way out of this. You hurt me, Taehyung. You hurt me more than I thought possible."

But even as he spoke, there was a softness in Jimin's eyes, a vulnerability that spoke of a love that refused to be extinguished. And as Taehyung gazed into those tear-filled eyes, he knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by a love that was as fierce as it was fragile.

"My love, there has to be a reason behind everything which happens. I've suffered too. Do you think that the man who did so much to get you would be okay with the thought of staying away from you, my only love ever?! It's not possible,"

"You could h-have sent me a message secretly. I would have relaxed yet you chose the most cruel way. I could have helped y-you,"

"It took me a month to come back here because I was lost on an unknown island. When I came back, the first thing I did was ask about you, love. But I saw that everything was going so well. I saw the wrath in your eyes and in that moment, I knew that you're enough for this revenge,"

Jimin made a shocked face as he rubbed off the stains of dried tears from his face.

"You s-saw me?" A sense of pride washed over him. He has always been a sucker for praises from his husband.

"I did... I went to Elino to get you back but I saw the venom in your eyes, the wrath in your heart and your pain which had become your weapon. I contacted Jin hyung and stayed there as his guard for all the time you've been there." Taehyung revealed with a gentle tone, his face blooming as he praised his husband who was melting by hearing this.

"This j-just makes me more mad. Jin hyung knew it too? Is that why he used to pretend to be harsh towards him? Did you ask him to do that?,"

"I did not. Yes, he tried to show that he was more on his own husband's side. I had a hard time convincing him to believe that Namjoon was such an evil person. His life has been broken too. I swear to god that I wanted to make the monster payback for how he treated my brother. Jin's life is ruined and its just so fr—"

"Jungkook " Jimin interrupted to which the other raised his brow with confusion.

"What?"

"Jungkook is the solution. He loves hyung too much. He really needs a chance to prove himself. You should convince hyung to give him a try. I'm sure he'll listen to you,"

Taehyung nodded, after all he was wrapped around his husband's little pinky.

"I-is everything okay? The tsunami?," Jimin asked worriedly.

"Everything is okay." Taehyung replied.

"Do they know?" Jimin asked, "do they all know that you're back? Ah, it feels like I'm still dreaming. I h-hope it's not,"

"Only you know, love. We'll tell them together. And if you're wondering when I returned to Silia then let me clarify it. I was with you in the troop... umm...wait a minute,"

Taehyung said as he started to get up but Jimin immediately tightened the hold, not letting him go, scared of losing him again.  It saddened Taehyung's heart that once they used to be inseparable but now... , some bad days have ruined their every good memory.

"Wait a minute, love."

He searched his pocket for a few seconds before fetching out a crumbled piece of paper from it and passed it to Jimin who was looking confused, his eyes round and curious like a baby's.

"I never left your side. I was always there next to you," Taehyung said, giving a small peck on his husband's forehead before indicating him to read the paper.

Jimin took the paper with trembling hands, messily unfolding it as he took a look at it, his eyes widening as he turned at his husband for confirmation who nodded in an assuring way.

"This..i-its so...I don't k-know... it's just—"

"Shh.."

In the hushed stillness of their shared space, Taehyung's hand reached out, his touch a gentle caress against Jimin's cheek. There was a longing in his eyes, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding, as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from Jimin's.

And then, with a soft exhale, he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Jimin's in a tender embrace. It was a kiss born of sorrow and longing, a balm to the wounds of their fractured hearts.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world falling away as they melted into each other's embrace. Their lips moved in a slow, languid dance, each touch igniting a fire within them that burned  brighter than the stars themselves.

It was a kiss filled with passion and desperation, a silent promise of love and redemption. And as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, all the pain and sorrow of their pasts faded into insignificance, replaced by an overwhelming sense of bliss and contentment.

For in each other's arms, they found solace, a refuge from the storms that raged outside. As Taehyung's lips lingered on Jimin's, a surge of longing and desire coursed through their veins, igniting a flame that burned with an intensity neither could resist. With a gentle yet firm touch, Taehyung guided Jimin backward, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sank onto the soft embrace of the bed below.

The kiss deepened, a symphony of passion and need as their souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. Taehyung's lips trailed down Jimin's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, each caress eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the man beneath him.

Jimin's breath hitched as Taehyung's lips brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and causing his heart to race with a mixture of anticipation and bliss. His fingers curled into the sheets, clutching them tightly as waves of ecstasy washed over him, threatening to engulf him in their embrace.

"Mmm......,"

With each tender kiss, Taehyung whispered words of love and devotion, his voice a soothing melody in the silence. And as Jimin surrendered himself to the pleasure of their embrace, tears of joy welled up in his eyes, shimmering like diamonds in the soft light of the moon.

"Ah..."

For in that moment, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, they were no longer two separate beings, but rather two halves of a whole, bound together by the unbreakable bonds of love and passion. And as their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, a sense of profound belonging washed over them, filling their souls with a sense of completeness that transcended the limitations of their mortal existence.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, the only sounds that filled the air were the soft whispers of their love and the gentle rhythm of their breath, a symphony of bliss that echoed through the depths of their beings. And as they enjoyed the moment, the paper given by Taehyung laid crumbled in Jimin's hand softly.