Shravani_kumbhar

After a tragic accident, Taehyung wakes up in the home of someone from his past—someone he swore he’d moved on from. Given a mission by an angel, Taehyung must uncover his purpose on Earth while grappling with old feelings and a love he thought was lost. But there's a rule: he can’t wish to stay. Will he choose duty or the heart he left behind?

When stars fall

I cradled the warm mug of tea in my hands, settling on the sofa with a soft sigh Jungkook, on the other hand, was sprawled face-first into the sofa cushions, completely still. His chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of sleep, leaving the room oddly silent.

I stared at him for a moment, lost in my thoughts. My tea had grown lukewarm by the time his phone broke the silence with its loud ringtone. I glanced over instinctively, curiosity getting the better of me.

The sight of her name on his screen tugged at something deep inside me. My grip on the mug tightened, but I quickly shook the thought away. I leaned forward, nudging Jungkook. "Hey," I said, shaking his shoulder gently. "Wake up."

"Jungkook," I tried again, louder this time, but he didn't stir.

I narrowed my eyes at him, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. Then, leaning close to his ear, I shouted, "Someone stole your entire banana milk stock!"

He shot up instantly, eyes wide and disoriented. "Who the fuck-" He paused mid-sentence, realizing there was no one else in the room. His glare snapped toward me, filled with both confusion and irritation.

I couldn't help but smirk. "The trick still works."

"Seriously, Taehyung?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Anyways, your phone rang," I said, tilting my head toward it. "It was my mom. Call her back."

Jungkook sighed, grabbing his phone reluctantly. I leaned back, sipping my tea as he dialed her number. "Put it on speaker," I added casually.

"Hello, Mom," Jungkook greeted, his tone softening.

"Hello, son," her voice came through the speaker, warm but shaky. "Did I disturb you?"

"No, I was free," Jungkook replied, sitting up straighter.

There was a pause before she continued, her voice cracking slightly. "Well... as you know about Taehyung's death, we're holding his funeral this Saturday. I know you both... parted ways, but it would mean a lot if you came."

The mug trembled in my hands as I set it down, my throat tightening. The weight of her words hit me like a freight train. My mom... she sounded so broken.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. "I'll come, Mom," he said after a moment, his voice steady but laced with emotion. "I promise."

I blinked rapidly, trying to keep my tears at bay. I looked at him then, really looked at him. Despite everything-despite the years of distance and the bitterness-he still respected my parents.

"Okay," she said softly. "Take care, son."

The line went dead, and Jungkook stared at his phone for what felt like an eternity. Neither of us spoke. The silence pressed down on me like a heavy weight.

I stood, my movements slow and deliberate. "I'm going to take a nap," I mumbled. "We'll talk about my mission tomorrow."

Jungkook barely nodded, his gaze still fixed on his phone. Taking that as my cue to leave, I made my way toward the bedroom.

The bed was cold and uninviting, but I didn't care. I lay down, curling up against the emptiness that seemed to swallow me whole. My thoughts spun in endless circles, chaos filling every corner of my mind.

"Mom sounded so broken," I whispered into the darkness. "My family is broken because of me."

I closed my eyes, a lump forming in my throat. "What about Bogum hyung ? God, I didn't even think about him. Please let him be okay."

The tears finally spilled over, silent and heavy. My chest ached, but exhaustion soon won. My thoughts blurred, and before I knew it, I drifted into a restless sleep.

chap6: the trick still work