A month later...

Y/N'S PoV

Nothing changed except the month. The conversation we had that night seemed hallucinatory as neither did he bring it up in past days nor did he reflect on it. I did feel superior after sharing a piece of my brain with him that night but felt equally disrespected when he continued his alcohol abuse the next day and the next and the next one too. 

Though, some things were exclusive content of that night only and didn't surface ever again. For example, things like: repeatedly confusing me as Minhee, showing off his vocals or talking too much. I too stopped caring too much.

I gave Jungkook no clues about that night because even after living that moment, it was hard to put it in words. How much does Jungkook know about Minhee and Taehyung's relation? What if I disclosed some information Taehyung just drunkenly let out? These questions stopped me the next day when I decided to tell Jungkook.

"Y/N, I'm asking this for the I-don't-even-remember-the-number-th time, is something bothering you?" Jungkook stopped treadmilling to ask me the same question he asked yesterday and pretty much everyday. "You look like a dead fish. You know how they have their eyes open even after death?"

I blinked to break free from my fish-like state and glared back at his curious eyes. I had the solution to my problem and I decided to tell him about that night but while being very careful with my words. "Yeah, I do have something to tell."

Taehyung's PoV

I was bored and my way of driving the boredom away certainly guaranteed to leave me broken but sometimes it's hard to fight yourself. I spin the phone between my fingers and after thinking through my plan, I ran my finger over the censor.

Recognizing the same fingerprint in a blink of eye, the device let me invade it. I surfed through the photo's library to find the most special pictures, the pictures we took a day before she died. No one could guess that she died the very next day. Casually goofing around, cheeks stained with tears but our smiles overpowered the flaw. Everything was amazing until it didn't remain amazing.

Two weeks before Minhee's death...

It had been months but still, the cause of sudden deterioration of Minhee's health was undiscovered by the doctors. Seoul's doctors had given up but I was not letting go of any hopes just yet. She was transferred to the best hospital of Korea in Busan under the supervision of Dr. Song. 

"Did she show any improvement?" I longed to hear something good that could genuinely make me happy. I pulled out a chair in front Dr. Song's desk who fixed his glasses to read her reports. A sigh, which didn't help my anxiety, escaped his lips when he closed her files and looked at me.

"Mr. Kim... Do you think she's willing to survive?" He questioned back as a reply and I hoped he would be more clear with words. "You must have heard about it in fiction but it's more than just a conspiracy theory. The patient's will to continue their life plays a vital part in treating them. My team told me about this a few days ago but considering your state, I told your friend, Jungkook, about instead. She almost killed herself the other day by detaching the oxygen mask and I deny to believe it was a technical failure."

"What does... that mean..? It's just your assumption. Maybe it was really a mistake." I voiced out my insecurities against Dr. Song, who very understandingly nodded rather than calling me a psycho.

He pushed a glass filled with water in my direction and again read through her reports. "If we see in a bigger image, the possibilities of it being Mrs. Kim's planned move are more. Like, all these health issues could have been avoided if she was more careful with her medications after the abortion. You too—"

I choked on the water and coughed out the remains in distance. "After what? I-I—" I turned red with vigorous choking.

"Mr. Kim, practice breathing. Look up and drink water slowly." He stood up from his seat to pat my back while I wiped a tear that escaped from the sudden earthquake in my body. "That's the first thing her reports say. I thought you would've known about it. If you don't then I'll contact her hospital in Seoul. It's really silly if they missed the very basic information. Even in the forms you filled, you didn't mention the abortion even once. Did you not know about it..?"

Yup, I did and that's why I choked. I sarcastically thought but proceeded with the same lie. "I did but the medication part was out of my knowledge." I nervously hid the lie under confidence while replying. 

"Whatever it is, Mr. Kim, please don't overwork yourself. We are trying our best and it may be a little difficult to say anything right now so I won't give you false hopes either." He looked down to check the time on his wrist watch and forced a smile. "It's fifteen minutes already, you can go, see her now."

I bowed before leaving and nervously scurried to her room. I knocked on the door before pushing it open. I was greeted by the same warm smile but instead of clearing my mind, it did quite the opposite of it. "The man I missed the most is finally here! Where have you been, Taehyung?" She asked at my sight in a slightly whiny voice.

Many questions popped in my head. Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you abort our baby? Why are you smiling at me? Why are you doing this to yourself and me?

I pulled a stool closer to her bed and stroked her hair back, earning the brightest smile from her. I leaned in to peck her lips and take her hand in mine. "I met Dr. Song. He said you'll get better really soon." Her pure reaction to my statement defied Dr. Song's assumption and I felt stupid for even believing that she tried to kill herself.

Y/N's PoV

"It is about Taehyung. He had been coming back late at nights, completely drunk. I'm no one to interfere with his personal matter but it is not good for his health. Even kids know that." I kept the information as limited as possible, cutting the 'he once confused me as Minhee' part as a whole.

"Um... I see. Did he do or say anything to you?" His question froze me for a complete minute but it thankfully didn't get him suspicious.

"No, nothing at all. He doesn't have to do anything, his growing alcoholism is scary as it is and that's the only reason why I'm telling you about it. You're his closest friend, try talking to him." I suggested as he continued to treadmill at a very low pace.

"Who said I'm his closest friend? Well, I'm, in a way but—" He thought for a while but concluded with: "It's complicated but it's not about 'us', it's about 'him'. We need to do something about it." He focused on coming up with an idea which was why he almost tripped while walking. It was the cue to stop the machine before losing his perfectly shaped jawline. 

I hummed in response while the unshared part of night took up larger fraction of my mind. 

"You should definitely go and directly talk to him about it." He climbed off the machine to sit next to me and gulped down some water.

"Yeah, I think so too but..." I trailed off but he was patient enough to wait for me and not force me to spit out. "...what if he didn't take interest in taking to me?"

"Well, then he should. Just so you know, Y/N, I'm really appreciating you for being so considerate. I know you'll do a great job and it will be fine." He took my hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze to motivate me. "Let's get it."

I subtly smiled at his little speech and said: "Okay... I'll try."

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A/N:- Sup readers?
Re-readers better not give spoilers or else I'll— I'm bad at threatening people so I won't do anything. Stay healthy and happy.