Taehyung POV

"I'm so sorry Tae. I came to check up on her like you asked and I found her laying on the floor. They said she overdosed on something strong. They're trying to flush it out right now"

I could still hear Baek's panicked voice as he told me what had happened.

Although my mother had never been the mother I always wanted and needed, she was still my mother. The woman who gave me life and brought me into the world. It was only natural that I would be worried when something like that happened to her and it made me think..

Did I make a bad choice by leaving her?

I tried to focus and be positive as I pulled into the emergency section of the hospital and turned the engine off. I looked down and subconsciously played with the keys as I spoke.

"You really don't have to come with me." I said and waited for his reply only to raise an eyebrow when I heard the door opening.

"Are you coming?" He asked as he walked into the hospital ahead of me without even waiting for me.

I walked in behind him and made my way to the receptionist who then guided me to the waiting room where I found Baek sitting with his face in his hands.

"Baek?" I asked and watched him look up at me with his eyes red and full of tears.

"I'm so sorry Tae" he said as he got up and walked towards me.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me close to his body. I narrowed my eyes, not understanding why he was doing that, when it dawned upon me, making me widen my eyes as he sobbed into my neck.

"She was already gone by the time I brought her here."

In that moment, I had no idea how I should react or what I should do. Whether I should cry or whether I should keep it all in like I had done my entire life.

This was the woman who had physically and mentally abused me for years. Who had tormented my dreams and made me hate myself for who I really was. And yet, now that she was gone from my life, I felt like everything had crumbled.

What was wrong with me?

"Tae?"

"Can I see her?"

I was led by one of the nurses to the room in which she was kept. There were still a few more nurses in the room, cleaning up the mess that had probably been done when they tried to flush out the drugs.

A few of them looked at me with apologetic gazes as I walked in and quieted down as they slowly made their way out and closed the door behind them.

I looked at the figure in front of me, covered in a white cloth. I swallowed and gulped as I walked towards her and stood a a few feet away from the bed. As I looked at her, it felt like I really couldn't move. Like I was frozen in my place, and I had no idea what I should do.

I stood there, for I don't know how long, when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and let the tears I had been keeping inside me, flow down my cheeks. I didn't have to turn around to know who that hand belonged to, and that alone was something that baffled and confused me beyond words.

"It's going to be okay."

He whispered in such a low and soft voice that it completely broke down whatever defense I had left. I couldn't keep it in anymore as I choked on my own sob and nodded at him mainly because I really didn't trust myself to speak.

I placed my hand on top of his and took comfort in the warmth that his touch provided. The very touch that I had come to look forward to these past few months.

"Were you close to her?" Jungkook asked after I had calmed down a bit and sat down on the chair near her bed.

I looked at her face that had now become lifeless. All the previous signs of the woman that had been my mother, now vanished, and yet somehow,she still managed to look beautiful. It was like now, her true beauty had surfaced.

"No" I replied and looked at him.

He didn't have the look of sympathy that everyone who had seen me so far, had on their faces. He didn't look at me like I was someone who had lost my parent, but rather he looked at me like he had always looked at me, and that was something that I appreciated.

"What about your father?" He asked making me sigh.

"He took off when I was kid. Since then it had been just my mother and I." I said as I looked down at my hands and didn't say anything beyond that.

He didn't ask anything and I was grateful for that since I didn't really feel like saying anything else.

"It's not your fault. You know that right?" He asked as he leaned closer to me. He placed his hand beneath my chin and made me look into his eyes.

"You don't know that. I should have been there." I replied as I looked down.

"Everything that happens, was meant to happen. It would have happened even if you were there. Taehyung, you have to stop blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault."

Somehow, the gentle tone in which he was speaking to me, just made me feel like breaking down all over again. It wasn't something that I was used to. I had been so accustomed to being yelled at that when someone spoke to me in a calm manner, it felt so foreign to me.

I nodded and placed my hand on top of his. I felt a smile creeping up my face when he locked his fingers with mine. I looked down at our hands and couldn't help the thought that crossed my mind..

Our hands really fitted together.