Jungkook ghost

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The bedroom smelled of dust and stale linens. They'd shared this bed for sixteen years, every inch of the sheets carrying their scent. Now Taehyung lay on the left side, curled up, clutching Jungkook's pillow. His shoulders trembled slightly, but not a sound was heard in the empty room.

Jungkook stood by the window. Sunlight streamed through, leaving no shadow on the floor. He saw every new wrinkle in the corners of Taehyung's eyes—traces of their shared years, now turned to dust. He wanted to reach out, touch his tangled hair, tell him he was still here. But his fingers passed through the air, leaving only a barely perceptible chill.

Taehyung sat up abruptly and reached for a glass of water on the nightstand. His hand shook, and the glass shattered across the floor with a deafening clink. Taehyung didn't scream. He simply froze, staring at the shards, and such a dull despair was reflected in his eyes that Jungkook wanted to scream. He knelt down next to him, trying to gather the glass, to shield Taehyung from this petty, everyday pain, but his palms only slid uselessly along the wood.

For sixteen years he had been his protection. Now he was just a draft in their shared home.

• Please don't walk here barefoot, Tae, I can't carry you in my arms anymore.

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