"Hyung, you know I'll find you, right?"

Jung's voice echoed through the dark warehouse filled with dusty boxes and the smell of old wood. He walked slowly, deliberately lazily, giving Hyung a chance to hide better.

"You're too confident, Jeongguk," a voice came from behind the shelves. "Maybe you'll lose this time?"

Jungkook chuckled, adjusting his shirt sleeve.

"You don't believe it yoursel...

Jeon sat on the floor, breathing heavily, clenching his trembling fingers into fists. Drops of blood slowly trickled down his knuckles, leaving scarlet marks on his skin. He had just broken a mirror, losing his temper. The shards reflected his face - cold, predatory, alien.

He hated that look.

But there, opposite him, kneeling, was Hyun. His bare feet touched the sharp edges of the glass, but ...

You came back, but I don't need you anymore.

Where is the old warmth? Where is the sadness in your eyes?

Everything is trampled, abandoned, crumpled into puddles,

And the old conversation is lost in words.

I waited, I was silent at the old entrance,

I wandered like a shadow among the ears of corn in the garden,

But spring rushed by, and different weather

Whispered to me: "Don't wait, he won't com...

It was mid-November, and I was trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my disappointment, bodies didn’t just bury themselves. The white blanket beneath my feet creaked treacherously, like a loud laugh that echoed through the empty forest. Taehyung—or Hyun, as Jeong, the charismatic boy, affectionately called him—still felt the steel fingers of guilt on his heart.

Why did I even agree...

I drink to the brim, I grow into the night,

Where courage boils over the edge,

I sharpen the world with a glass,

Drunk, daring, like May.

The knives of my words sharpen the thrill,

Alcohol is my passion and verse,

In the ringing rhythms of the heart, the battle

And I am a hero, although I am no one's son.

My lines are drunk, like wine,

I laugh hoarsely, I challenge fate,

In every appea...

....

Taehyung stood by the window, feeling the cold seeping into every cell of his body, but it didn't bother him. He simply watched as the world around him grew quiet, as nothing could disturb him. He wasn't sure what he felt, but he knew one thing - he didn't care anymore. Too many times he had hoped, too many times he had tried to find meaning in this world, and now he had simply stopped look...

He gets out of bed, doesn't bother to change, goes downstairs to kick everyone's ass, and then returns to bed, feeling the cold air penetrate his skin. Hyun didn't pay attention to the fleeting thoughts that morning was a time for new beginnings. He was too tired of these unbearable thoughts about the future, which did not promise anything but empty expectations.

The creaking of the floorboards u...