Kim Taehyung

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The warm light of the chandelier enveloped the festive table, reflecting off crystal glasses and smiles. The air was thick with the aroma of turkey, cranberry sauce, and warm pies. The laughter of his sister, checking the groom, the calm voice of his father cutting the meat, the delighted cry of his five-year-old son showing his grandmother a drawing—all woven into a single, strong family melody. Taehyung's wife gently straightened the tablecloth, her gaze occasionally gliding anxiously to the empty chair—Jungkook's. Taehyung himself pushed away his plate of pecan-crusted dessert, shrugging with a slight smile: allergies. This small detail, mundane and familiar, hung in the air like an insignificant cloud against the general contentment. They were an island of warmth and light in the November darkness outside, a single world where every seat at the table was sacred, and a friend's lateness was merely an excuse for good-natured teasing. They didn't know that poison had already been mixed into the sweet custard, that their laughter was the last sounds of a crumbling universe.

Six months later, Jungkook finally turned the key in the lock—small, elegant, cold. The house greeted him with deathly silence, permeated with the scent of dust and oblivion. He walked through silent rooms, as if through layers of frozen time, and found himself in the dimly lit living room. Taehyung sat in a chair, facing the empty wall, as if he could still see that very table before him, frozen in the moment between life and death. He was a shadow, a shell from which everything but pain had vanished.

Jungkook froze, not daring to breathe. And then Taehyung slowly, with superhuman effort, turned his head. His eyes met his friend's. But there was neither reproach nor recognition in them. Only absolute, all-consuming emptiness. A bottomless silence in which the reflections of laughing faces, warm light, and an untouched plate of dessert were forever frozen. It was a gaze into nothingness, into the heart of that November evening that had consumed everything.

"Jungkook, you're late." Taehyung looked at the table in front of him. "Sit down, we've been waiting for you."