Jimin's pov

"I'm really worried about Taehyung. The way he broke down in the office today, trying to convince everyone he's fine when he's clearly not... He's just so stubborn, refusing any help," I muttered to myself.

I decided to check his place, but the dark, empty house indicated he hadn't returned from the office yet. Feeling a mix of concern and frustration, I headed over to Yoongi's house. Ringing the bell, I wait anxiously. The door creaks open, revealing Jungkook. Ten years have passed, but seeing him again felt oddly surreal.

"Hey, Jungkook," I manage, surprised by the sudden encounter.

"Hey," came his quiet reply, freezing momentarily as our eyes met.

I inquire about Yoongi's whereabouts, prompting Jungkook to call for him. As Yoongi appears, a warm smile spreads across his face at the unexpected sight of me. Inviting me inside, I settle on the couch and ask, "Did Hoseok drop by?"

His puzzled expression indicated Hoseok's recent visit. "Yeah, he left Taehyung's car in the garage. Taehyung hasn't shown up yet?" Yoongi inquires.

Shaking my head, I notice Jungkook silently observing our conversation. Feeling a pang of concern, I retrieve my phone and dial Taehyung's number. While Yoongi kindly offers me water, I gulp it down, my anxiety growing. After several rings, Taehyung finally picks up, his voice coming through the line, "I'm at the cliff."

Nodding to myself, I press on the matter, "Should I come get you or would you like some more time there?"

My repeated query remains unanswered, leaving me increasingly worried about Taehyung's state of mind.

" Huh?? What? Sorry, I spaced out. what did you say?" Taehyung's voice sounds slightly dazed.

Sighing softly, I realize, "You're drunk, aren't you?"

Confirming my suspicion, he agrees and asks me to come to get him. Hanging up after a brief pause, I turn to Yoongi.

"Can I borrow your car, again? sorry, but I don't have the keys to Taehyung's." I ask.

yoongi smiles and says while giving me the car keys, " It's alright. You can have my car whenever you want. I won't mind. go pick Taehyung up now."

As I approached Taehyung on the cliff, I could see the familiar setup—bottles of wine, scattered strawberry boxes, and packets of cigarettes. But what caught my attention was the soft melody playing from his phone. A melody I recognized instantly—it was a recording of Jungkook's soothing voice, a song he sang to help Taehyung sleep, a decade ago.

Seeing Taehyung amidst all this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. His eyes seemed distant, lost in the music and memories. Memories that, from the look on his face, brought both comfort and an aching sense of longing. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions, a silent symphony of thoughts and feelings.

For a moment, I pondered how Jungkook might react if he knew the profound impact his song still held after all these years. Would he feel a twinge of sadness or find solace in knowing that his voice brought some comfort to Taehyung's soul?

The wind carried the melody softly, and at that moment, I realized the power of a song, the invisible thread connecting two souls across time and distance.

I approach Taehyung, witnessing his attempt to escape reality through the song, a sight that evokes a bittersweet smile. As I reach him, he glances up, offering a cigarette with a smile, but I decline. With determination, I start tidying up the scattered bottles, cigarette packets, and strawberry boxes, gathering them into an empty bag. Once everything is collected, I stash the bag in the car and offer my hand to Taehyung.

he holds it and tries to get up but fails due to his drunken state. sighing, I pick him up by his shoulders and waist and he puts all his weight on me as we walk to the car. I help him sit in the passenger's seat and buckle his seatbelt. I sit in the driver's seat and start driving. He is mumbling something in a drunk voice.

I heard his words murmur from his lips, "Koo... Koo~ why'd you return? After all this time? Knowing I can't be yours? Why are you making me suffer?"

I offered a sad smile, a tinge of empathy colouring my expression, before refocusing my attention back onto the road ahead.