The silence in the hospital room was deafening.
Jungkook’s breathing was still uneven, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. His fingers gripped the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white. His body ached, his limbs felt unbearably heavy, but the weight in his chest was far worse.
His mind was a mess.
The nightmare still lingered in the back of his thoughts, its suffocating grip refusing to let go. His daughter's lifeless face flashed before his eyes, followed by the horrifying scene of Jihyun’s accident.
It was too much.
Too much pain.
Too much loss.
Too much of him.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, pushing everything down, forcing himself to move. He had to get up. He needed to see Jihyun. He needed to see his son with his own eyes. He couldn’t just sit here, not when the memory of his child’s blood on the pavement was still haunting him.
His fingers trembled as he pushed against the mattress, trying to lift his weak body. His arms strained, his legs wobbled, but he ignored it.
Then—
A sudden warmth.
A firm grip.
A presence he did not want anywhere near him.
Taehyung.
Comments
Anni Rai
I seriously don't care about anything.,.. just want my kookie and his son to have happy ahead
2025-04-04
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