chapter 2

Taehyung

Dad’s grip on my waist tightens, possessiveness flaring in his eyes as he instinctively pulls me back into him, shielding me from whatever unknown threat lurks beyond his shed's walls.

In this moment, his protectiveness feels more intimate than the way he kissed me or touched me tonight.

Silence follows the scream, and it's so thick that it feels like it’s going to suffocate me. The world outside seems to hold its breath as if waiting for something to happen. But we hear nothing, only the stillness of the forbidden moment we should never have had.

It’s harsh when the distant wail of sirens cuts through the quiet, the sound growing louder with each passing second.

Flashing of red and blue lights pierce the darkness, casting erratic shadows across the walls of the shed where we’re still glued to each other.

I feel a shiver of unease, my heart pounding with anxiety, and I’m almost ashamed to admit it has little to do with the thought of someone being hurt or in trouble but rather that our moment is over.

(A/n: our taetae is really a innocent little bean but it was their moment so be quiet don't judge her)

I can sense it before it happens, and I hate that invisible connection we have right now.

Dad releases his grip on me, his attention now focused on the commotion outside. The possessiveness that burned in his eyes just moments ago is gone, replaced by a cool detachment that I know all too well.

Without a word, he turns and heads toward the our mansion's entrance. I start to follow him, but he turns back to me, his eyes flashing to my uncovered chest.

His gaze is searing when it reaches my face in a silent demand to cover up. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment, and only when I've fixed my top does he head back out the door with me shadowing his every move.

I can’t even wonder what the reason for the lights and sirens could possibly be because I’m suffering from the whiplash from Dad’s hot and cold attitude. He doesn't hold my hand, doesn't keep me close.

It's as if what just happened between us meant nothing to him, as if I mean nothing to him.

When we step outside, all I see is nothing but chaos and confusion.

Police cars line the front lawn, their flashing lights bathing the property. Officers move about, their expressions tense and grim.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight. What could have happened to summon the police in the dead of night? I want to ask them, to demand answers, but the look in Dad’s eyes warns me against it.

He’s in charge right now, and I’d probably feel better about letting him take the lead and following him blindly if he wasn’t being so cold to me.

The air is thick with tension, and I feel more alone than ever. Dad stands beside me, but he might as well be a world away.

His gaze is distant, his attention on our house. Dad’s frustration boils over as he approaches one of the officers.

"What's going on here?" he demands.

The officer's face is stern, and he blocks our path. "I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go any closer to the house. We haven’t gotten everyone out of the house yet."

A sense of dread settles over me as I try to peer past the officers to the front porch of the house. There, in the dim light, I see my mother, wild-eyed and disheveled, as she exits the front door. Her eyes scan the yard, and it’s eric how easily she finds me, picking me out of the crowd and begins screaming at me, "You would have been next!"

The officers react swiftly, drawing their weapons and shouting at her to get down and to drop the bloody knife she’s holding in her hand.

But before they can act, my twin sibling, jimin, rushes out from behind our mother and tackles her to the ground.

Two officers grab hold of both Dad and me, forcibly ushering us away from the house and toward an ambulance that's parked nearby. I hear Mom scream, and then there’s nothing. Dad is in a furious struggle with them, demanding to know what happened to his family, but they won't let us go back.

Tears stream down my face as I scream, "I need to check on my sisters! I need to make sure they're okay!" But my pleas fall on deaf ears as the police continue to keep us away.

The world outside has descended into chaos. Flashing ambulance lights compete with the fiery glow while the wailing of sirens echoes in my ears.

Ambulances, fire trucks, and a swarm of uniformed officers have taken over our quiet front yard.

I stand frozen, heart pounding, as if I'm trapped in a real-life nightmare.

My eyes dart around frantically, trying to make sense of anything that is happening around me. Fear surges through my veins, and I can't breathe.

This can't be happening. I knew Mom was in a bad mood, but if she attacked my siblings like I think she did, no one could have seen this coming. She’s always been quiet, strict, but never psychotic.

I spot namjoon as he’s emerging from the house, cradling his twin sister, jinie, in his arms. His face is contorted with fear and anguish, his expression etched with desperation. He's holding her like she's the most precious thing he's ever seen in his life, as if he wants to shield her from all the dangers in the world. She’s older than me by two years, but she seems so small and delicate, lying in his arms, unmoving.

He rushes down the porch, his pace unfaltering despite the police officers yelling at him to stop. I can hear him screaming, pleading with them, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

He's telling them that she needs help, that they'll have to hurt him to get him to stop.

I've never seen him so intense, so determined, and it's both terrifying and heart-wrenching.

The officers seem to recognize the urgency in his voice, allowing him to pass. Namjoon carries jinie toward an awaiting ambulance, where paramedics in blue uniforms scramble to assist her.

My heart feels like it's about to burst from my chest as I watch from a distance, unable to get any closer to see what's happening.

Namjoon's voice rings out, loud and desperate. He's yelling at the doctor, insisting that they have to work on her in his arms because he promised her he wouldn't let her go.

His devotion to her is palpable, something I suspected but have never seen with my own eyes. He’s always been protective of her, but right now, he’s absolutely feral.

I want to move, to run to them, to make sure everything is okay, but I'm paralyzed by the surreal scene unfolding before me.

It's all too overwhelming. Tears blur my vision, and I can only stand there, helplessly wondering if any of my other siblings are going to come out of the house with a growing sense of dread.

Finally, two gurneys are brought out—one carrying my older brother, Yoongi, who is alive, but I hear someone say he’s in critical condition, and the other holding his twin brother, hyunjin, who is covered by a white sheet. I know it’s hyunjin because he’s the only other man in the house besides Yoongi.

My heart shatters as I realize that hyunjin didn't make it. The world around me blurs into a nightmarish haze as the truth sinks in. I look to my dad for comfort that he can’t afford to give me, and he does nothing but stare through me like he wasn’t just crushing me to him like I was the only thing he’s ever wanted in this world.

A/n: WTAF IS GOING ON🫢

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