Taehyung curled up into the sheets, the linen offering some small attempt of comfort. He can't remember when last he had slept and he can't remember when last he had eaten anything. Everyday seemed like a mission to carry on. It's already been a month and his mark began to burn. At first it wasn't that bad, it was bearable but as the weeks had went by... It become terribly hurtful. To the point that his skin would begin to burn and leave behind scuffed burns. His heart felt hollow and depression seemed to set in. Jimin tried everything he could to try and help but he knew that he would do no justice what so ever. So he tried however he could but he knew that he needed to back off and give the latter space. His gaspy cries could be heard throughout the room , his shoved the balls of his

