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– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The doctor's words hit Jungkook unexpectedly hard. Glaucoma, a disease that's almost undetectable in its early stages, always results in one thing: complete vision loss.

He sat at home, his fingers nervously gliding over the rim of his cup. The future seemed empty, completely unclear, and utterly meaningless. How could he live when the entire world would shrink to touches and sounds, and most importantly, the face of his beloved Taehyung would become just a memory, erased with time? He would forget him, after all. And who needs someone who can't even remember what the one they love looks like?

Jungkook didn't want to be a burden or a weight. He didn't want Taehyung to look at him one day with a mixture of pity and weariness, and Jungkook wouldn't even notice. No. That would be worse than any darkness.

He searched for information at night while Taehyung slept next to him. And finally, he found it. A painless exit, a sweet death. Euthanasia.

One evening, when Taehyung returned home, Jungkook was waiting for him on the couch. The room was dark, only a faint light from the street filtering through the curtains. Taehyung sat down next to him and hugged him, sensing the tension.

"Jungkookie, is something wrong?" he whispered, touching her cheek.

Jungkook pulled away, his voice sounding like a stranger. – I've signed up... for euthanasia. It's in exactly six months. Your consent is not required.

registration for euthanasia