Taehyung had never felt this helpless before.
He sat frozen in his car, watching as Jungkook lifted Jihyun into his arms, holding him close, whispering something into his ear. The little boy giggled softly, his small arms tightening around his mother’s neck, pressing his tiny face into Jungkook’s shoulder.
It was such a simple sight. A mother and son sharing a quiet moment.
Yet, to Taehyung, it felt like a knife twisting deeper and deeper into his chest.
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