Jeon Jungkook:”

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

It seemed that the protracted sessions were far behind us, and life had finally acquired clear contours and reliable plans, but the fragile illusion of recovery was shattered.

The old wounds had only just healed over with a thin scab, beneath which a crushing pain flared up again, forcing Taehyung to cross the threshold of the private clinic once again. The office greeted him with the familiar scent of dry wood and a stifling silence. Dr. Jeon sat at the desk—the only person who knew the inside of his mind.

Taehyung sank into a chair, feeling a deafening swarm of jumbled, disconnected thoughts race through his head. The chaotic noise grew louder, distorting his perception. Jungkook rose from the table and spoke, but a completely different question entered Taehyung's mind: did he want the doctor to help him die?

Taehyung winced, his fingers digging painfully into his own knees. But no—it was just another hallucination, a distortion of his tortured perception. Jungkook simply offered him a drink.

"Hey, Taehyung," Jungkook, noticing his numbness, took a step closer, carefully placing his hand on his shoulder. "Can you hear me? I'm asking if I should make you some tea or maybe some cold water?"