Everyone needs to listen to this. Jeremy Corbyn talks about a message from the director of Al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza detailing a delivery of boxes to the hospital by the IDF. What they contained is simply demonic - it's beyond comprehension.

The doctor continued.“A car struck the side of his bike. He took the impact on his left side, which resulted in significant trauma. He has a fractured clavicle and multiple fractures along the upper arm. We’re checking for more, but so far he’s stable.”

Jimin’s heartbeat plummeted.“Is he okay?”, The words ripped out of him before he could stop them. “Which hospital?” Min-Hae’s voice trembled now, panic rising fast. “We’re coming.”

Min-Hae froze. “What?” “You didn’t know?” “No. How long has this been going on?”

His blouses, once flat and smooth across his stomach, clung just slightly now. Not in a bad way - he knew that - but enough for him to feel the weeks of comfort-food settling into his body.

“You became everything you needed when you were a little pup. You grew into someone gentle, protective, someone who loves so fiercely.” Another breath, warm against Jimin’s skin. “Most people never get there, Jimine. But you did. And that’s why this hurts so damn much.”

And froze. “Yoongi…?”, His voice cracked around the name.

Jimin leaned into Taehyung’s chest, letting himself be held. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity - long enough for the night to settle around them, long enough for Jimin’s heartbeat to slow, even if the ache didn’t.

“You won’t fail them, Jimine.” Taehyung’s voice was soft. “You’re still fighting for them. You’re trying to do what’s best, even when it hurts you. And sometimes…” He hesitated. “Sometimes doing what’s best doesn’t mean holding on. Even when it feels like you’re breaking.”

“Now the idea of stepping back and letting strangers adopt them? I can’t wrap my head around it. I can’t… internalize it. It feels like giving up on them … I guess … like giving up on myself.”

They’d talked last night about what Jimin’s therapist suggested - letting the court search for another family for the girls - and the thought had been lodged in Jimin’s chest ever since. Heavy. Unsettling. Impossible to shake.

Yoongi… why were you even out there? The room felt too small, too bright. And all Jimin could do was wait.

He reached for his favorite suit pants, the pair that always needed a belt to stay up. When he buttoned them, the waistband hugged him perfectly. Great. Even his clothes were changing faster than his life could catch up.

No hello. No question. No comment. Yoongi just turned away, shoulders stiff, and stepped into the waiting elevator. The doors slid shut between them without a sound.

A pause - long and painful. “But imagine them with a couple who’s been yearning for pups for years. A couple with a stable home, steady income, all the time and patience in the world. A family that’s been waiting to grow.”

“You became everything you needed when you were a little pup. You grew into someone gentle, protective, someone who loves so fiercely.” Another breath, warm against Jimin’s skin. “Most people never get there, Jimine. But you did. And that’s why this hurts so damn much.”

Yoongi… why were you even out there? The room felt too small, too bright. And all Jimin could do was wait.

His blouses, once flat and smooth across his stomach, clung just slightly now. Not in a bad way - he knew that - but enough for him to feel the weeks of comfort-food settling into his body.

💛Don't bookmark this tweet💛 Stopping hereee! I hope you all liked these updates, I felt like it had been a good amount of days since I updated so two updates felt good hihihi

Yoongi… why were you even out there? The room felt too small, too bright. And all Jimin could do was wait.