Really hits hard
The hospital room buzzed quietly with the soft beeping of machines.
Jungkook sat still on the narrow bed, staring blankly at the wall, thoughts tumbling like an avalanche inside his head.
This wasn’t a hallucination.
This wasn’t a dream.
He was here.
Inside that novel.
The very same one he had studied obsessively — purely to prepare for his latest film role.
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
"Hyung, the director said you should read the source material"
*assistant chirped, waving a thick paperback under Jungkook’s nose.*
"You know how picky Director Choi is. If you don't capture the vibe of the character perfectly, he'll kill us both."
Jungkook had groaned, snatching the novel with mild annoyance.
He was already an award-winning actor — reading cheesy webnovels for 'vibe' felt ridiculous.
Still, he was nothing if not professional.
Late nights after shoots, he'd sit in his trailer, flipping through page after page, highlighter in hand, scribbling notes along the margins.
He had studied the original Jungkook — the pitiful, desperate fiancé clinging to Taehyung.
He had memorized Taehyung's indifference — the chilling way he cast Jungkook aside like garbage.
But the more he read... the more absurd it felt.
He remembered pausing once, eyebrows raised, as he underlined a passage describing Taehyung.
He remembered pausing once, eyebrows raised, as he underlined a passage describing Taehyung.
"Kim Taehyung — a man who could crush governments with a smile, make kings kneel with a glance."
Jungkook had scoffed aloud, tossing the book onto the couch.
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
"Is this guy a CEO or the final boss in a spy movie?"
*he'd muttered, amused.*
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
*The assistant laughed, pretending to shiver dramatically.*
"Better hope you never meet someone like that in real life, hyung."
Now...
Now, the laughter from that night felt like a distant, cruel memory.
Because sitting here, the chill Jungkook felt wasn't from the hospital's air conditioning.
It was from remembering just how terrifying Kim Taehyung truly was — and realizing it wasn’t exaggeration.
It was reality.
In the novel, Taehyung had casually destroyed an entire entertainment company because its rookie actor tried throwing himself at him in a party.
Destroyed.
Not sued.
Not fined.
Erased.
Jungkook swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat break out along his spine.
And now, thanks to the previous body’s foolishness, he was already labeled as a clingy, embarrassing nuisance in Taehyung’s eyes.
He didn’t need to read the rest of the book to know how badly this could end.
A small, broken laugh escaped his lips.
Jeon Jungkook (MC/ML fiance)
"I used to mock the script,"
*Jungkook whispered, voice trembling between hysteria and despair.*
"Thought it was all blown out of proportion..."
He tilted his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook (MC/ML fiance)
"But he's worse up close."
He could still feel it — the weight of Taehyung’s cold gaze.
Like standing naked under a glacier.
Like being judged by a god who had already decided you weren’t even worth stepping on.
If he so much as breathed wrong, Taehyung could wipe him out with a yawn.
There was no choice here.
No pride.
No plan B.
Cling to the golden thigh.
Cling, smile, survive.
Jeon Jungkook (MC/ML fiance)
*Jungkook opened his eyes again, this time gleaming with stubborn fire beneath the fear.*
He wasn’t ready to die again.
Not after everything.
A sly grin curved his lips despite the panic storming in his chest.
Jeon Jungkook (MC/ML fiance)
"Kim Taehyung"
*he murmured under his breath*
"you can glare at me all you want... but I'm sticking to you like gum under your damn shoe."
Because if the world was a battlefield, then Kim Taehyung was the tank.
And Jungkook?
He was going to be the reckless little soldier clinging onto the side for dear life.
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