Two days passed.
Two long, endless days where time felt frozen.
Jungkook never left Jihyun’s side.
He stayed beside his son, watching over him, running his fingers gently through his soft hair, whispering words of comfort even though Jihyun couldn’t hear him yet. He refused to close his eyes, refused to rest, afraid that if he looked away even for a moment, something would go wrong.
The hospital staff tried to convince him to take a break, to eat something, but he always refused. Jihyun was his everything. His heart, his soul, his reason to keep breathing.
How could he rest when his son lay there, fighting for his life?
On the other side of that same hospital door, Taehyung remained.
But he never stepped inside.
He couldn't.
Shame weighed down on him, chaining him to the cold, hard floors of the hospital.
He had spent the past two days waiting, watching from a distance, never once daring to cross the threshold into that room. Instead, he did what he could—bringing medicine, signing hospital forms, speaking with doctors—but never once did he enter.
He had no right.
Jungkook never even acknowledged his presence. Not once.
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