Royal family renowned for their illustrious name and fame, A family full of pride and rage, A Family for which everyone bows their head - The Mins.
This story is about boys who possess a unique blend of qualities - they are cold, rude, powerful, sel...
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The car ride home was shrouded in an oppressive silence, as if the weight of the day's revelations had crushed all conversation. The atmosphere was heavy with shock and disbelief, each face etched with stunned expressions.
No one had anticipated the sudden shift that had rocked their world. The façade of normalcy had been shattered, exposing the deep-seated pain and secrets that had been hidden behind Taehyung's bright, constant smiles.
Taehyung had vanished before them, leaving behind only unanswered questions. His whereabouts were unknown, and all they could do was hope he had gone straight home.
As they stepped into the house, Jungkook's anxiety boiled over. Without a word, he launched into a frantic search for Taehyung, scouring every room, every corner.
"Taehyung!" Jungkook called out, his voice echoing through the empty halls.
The others joined the search, their footsteps quiet on the plush carpets. Each door creaked open, revealing only silence.
Jimin checked the kitchen, the living room, and even the backyard. Jin scanned the bedrooms, his eyes scanning every inch.
But Taehyung was nowhere to be found.
The tension mounted, their worry escalating with each passing minute.
"Where could he be?" Jimin asked, his brow furrowed.
Jungkook's eyes burned with determination. "I'll check the garage, the rooftop... everywhere."
As the search continued, the darkness outside seemed to closing in, mirroring the uncertainty that gripped their hearts.
Jin's panicked cry pierced the air, "Gosh! Why isn't he here?" Jungkook's heart plummeted, as if the floor had given way beneath him.
Yoongi stepped forward, his composed demeanor a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. "Guys, let's not jump to conclusions. We don't need to panic."
But Jungkook's emotions were already in turmoil. "How can you say that?" he burst out, his voice cracking with worry. "He's missing, and you're telling us to calm down?" His eyes blazed with desperation.
Yoongi's expression turned stern, his voice firm but measured. "I know what I'm saying, Jungkook. Don't raise your voice at me. I'm your hyung; show some respect." The air seemed to vibrate with his authority.
Jungkook's passion subsided, replaced by a deep-seated need for control. He closed his eyes, took a steadying breath, and apologized, "I'm sorry, hyung."
Yoongi's expression softened, his voice gentle. "Listen carefully. Taehyung has a habit of withdrawing to his favorite spot after experiencing trauma. He needs space to process." He paused, his eyes locking onto Jungkook's. "Trust me, he won't do anything reckless."
Jungkook's mind wrestled with Yoongi's reassurance, but his heart remained unconvinced. Fear and uncertainty still gripped him, refusing to relinquish their hold.
Yoongi turned to address the group, his voice infused with conviction. "Everyone, Taehyung's resilience is unparalleled. Let's not pity him; it's the last thing he needs. Past incidents have left scars, but they don't define his strength." His eyes locked onto each face, emphasizing the importance of understanding. "Pity can unravel the fragile threads of his healing, reopening wounds he's desperately trying to close."
