Jungkook sucked in a desperate breath, forcing the inhaler into his mouth with shaking hands.
He squeezed.
Breathed in.
The cold burst of medication filled his lungs.
But it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
His chest heaved, his fingers clutching at his shirt as if trying to keep himself from shattering right there.
Taehyung.
After all these years…
Seeing him now, so suddenly, so unexpectedly—it felt like being dragged through glass. Like a wound that had barely healed had been ripped open again, gushing fresh pain.
He had spent five years avoiding everything about Taehyung. He had buried his name, locked away the memories, forced himself to focus on his son—on surviving.
But now, in the span of a single heartbeat, everything he had tried to suppress came rushing back, drowning him.
Betrayal.
Abandonment.
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