— 𝒥eon 𝒥ungkook

It was 1964. Taehyung and Jungkook were investigating an antique shop where something evil was said to dwell. Taehyung, pregnant with his first daughter, approached an antique mirror with three faces carved into its frame. When he touched it, the glass cracked, and he saw his reflection smiling sinisterly. In that instant, a sharp pain shot through him: something had been done to the baby.

Jungkook rushed him to the hospital. In the delivery room, Taehyung saw dark shadows looming around him, lurking. After a difficult birth, little Haenul was born, but she didn't cry. She was silent. She was stillborn.

The doctors tried to revive her, but nothing worked. Taehyung, heartbroken, asked to hold his daughter. And then, they both began to pray with all their might, begging that she not be taken from them.

Taehyung: —With tears in his eyes, hugging the baby— Please... don't take her. She's our daughter. I beg you, give her back to us.

Jungkook: —God, hear us. She is a part of us. Don't let the darkness take her. We ask that she live. That she breathe.

Taehyung: —With a broken but firm voice— She is a Jeon. She is our light. We will not let her go.

In the silence, a cry broke the silence. Little Haenul had returned. She was alive. The miracle had happened. What darkness had tried to take from them, love and faith had given back.