Chapter 4

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Jeon JungKook gently carried Kim Taehyung to the bed and covered him with the blanket.

His large, slender hand brushed through the thick black hair while his emerald eyes—gleaming like gemstones behind his glasses—lingered on Kim Taehyung’s reddened eye corners.

“Is your heart bothering you?”

Kim Taehyung exhaled a long breath. “No.”

Though his heartbeat was steady, he stiffened as he recalled the original novel’s description, his expression momentarily frozen.

In the book, after Kim Taehyung died of heart disease, Jeon JungKook—who already had a pre-existing condition—could not accept the truth. At first, he barred anyone from nearing Kim Taehyung’s body.

Only through persistent arrangements by both the Kim and Jeon families was Kim Taehyung’s body finally cremated according to funeral rites.

That very night, Jeon JungKook took the ashes and returned to the French estate where they had once held their wedding, shutting himself away and becoming a withdrawn, brooding figure.

Even his own son, Jeon Gukk, was kept at a distance.

Over the next two years, Jeon JungKook suffered from severe dissociative disorder, living in delusions where Kim Taehyung was still alive.

On the day he experienced a moment of lucidity, he dug a grave in the estate’s garden, placed a coffin inside, and lay down with the urn in his arms.

Jeon Gukk had sensed something amiss that day but arrived too late—only to witness his father shoot himself.

Kim Taehyung dared not dwell on the tragic scenes, his emotions momentarily frozen with grief.

Slowly, he lifted his slightly reddened eyes, glancing at the man before him to confirm he was alive and well, then lowered them again.

The deep double eyelid folds grew more pronounced, like the pleats of a Chinese fan, fluttering with each glance.

Jeon JungKook noticed the subtle shift in his mood but couldn’t decipher the reason.

Kim Taehyung parted his lips, unsure where to even begin.

Ten years of living together, yet he still didn’t truly understand Jeon JungKook.

An impenetrable fog had always separated them.

Before, he had often been trapped in an emotional fog, unable to think clearly.

Now, he understood why.

The original author had only sketched out the parents’ story in a few lines, all for the sake of shaping Jeon Gukk’s character.

After all, they were the antagonists of the story.

Readers didn’t care to know the details of their lives.

As Kim Taehyung lowered his eyes in thought, his long lashes cast delicate shadows like phoenix feathers on his flawless cheeks, quivering with each flutter—so beautiful it made one yearn to kiss them.

Jeon JungKook sensed that he seemed uncharacteristically agitated today, carrying an unusual spark of life.

He asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Meeting his deep green gaze, Kim Taehyung remembered how deeply Jeon JungKook loved him—to an extent beyond what most could understand—and felt an unexpected flush of shyness.

He quickly changed the subject to the child: "I'm fine, go check on Gukk. His little bottom probably hurts."

Standing nearby, Jeon JungKook noticed a faint red mark on his porcelain-pale earlobe.

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes behind his glasses.

"After the doctor checks you, I'll go down. Gukk's fine."

Kim Taehyung listened to his Korean—overly precise in pronunciation but spoken in a stiff, robotic tone, paired with a deep and cold voice, like a cold undercurrent in a deep pool.

In the past, whenever Jeon JungKook spoke, it always gave him the impression of being aloof, indifferent, and even impatient.

The thing was, Jeon JungKook never explained himself either.

A mute, maybe?

Meanwhile, Kim Taehyung ignored Jeon JungKook’s attentive care, as if he were blind.

All that talk of "love after marriage" was just a "blind and mute marriage."

Kim Taehyung silently mocked:

*A mute paired with a blind man—who wouldn’t call them a "perfect match"?*

Jeon JungKook noticed the slight furrow between his brows, as if some fleeting emotion had surfaced again, and couldn't help but frown as well.

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Outside the bedroom.

A little boy, monkey-like, dramatically clutched his bottom, leaning against the doorframe, whining softly: "Granny Zhong, is my little dad okay? Why aren’t Uncle Jin and the rest here yet?"

Uncle Chen was the Western doctor who often visited the house, accompanied by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner surnamed Lin.

The Jeon family estate was in the city center, within three to five kilometers of the nation’s best cardiac specialty hospital and the Jeon family’s private hospital.

The doctors and their assistants wouldn’t take long to arrive from the hospital.

Just as Jeon Gukk finished speaking, the two doctors had already arrived.

Uncle Xu came forward and asked, "Young Master, should Dr. Lin check you—"

Jeon Gukk glared in a panic, signaling secrecy.

He only pushed the door open further. "Uncles, hurry and check on my little dad. He… he passed out because I upset him."

On the large bed, Kim Taehyung, who had already recovered, said calmly, "Dad didn't faint."

"Oh!" Still mindful of his sore bottom, Jeon Gukk avoided his big dad and ran to the other side of the bed, grabbing his little dad’s hand.

Though the two doctors often visited the Jeon residence, every time they entered this bedroom and saw the frail yet strikingly beautiful young man, it felt like stepping into another world—their footsteps and voices unconsciously softened.

Standing by the bed in a black shirt and trousers, Jeon JungKook’s icy gaze only intensified the doctors’ unease.

They examined Kim Taehyung thoroughly—first the Western doctor with his stethoscope, then the TCM doctor checking his pulse.

Kim Taehyung listed his symptoms clearly: rapid heartbeat, brief blackouts, and ringing in his ears.

Used to doctors since childhood, he always reported any discomfort right away.

Jeon JungKook listened just as intently, not saying a word.

Both doctors said it was nothing serious.

Dr. Lin remarked, "As I mentioned to Mr. Kim last time, doing Tai Chi now and then and walking around the house grounds would be good for your health."

In the past, Kim Taehyung had a tendency to give up on himself and neglected exercise.

Now he readily agreed, "Alright."

Almost everyone present noticed a new spark of life in his phoenix eyes at that moment.

The two doctors exchanged glances, both surprised and touched.

Mr. Kim, who had shown no interest in anything, was now displaying such a "desire to live"?

It was indeed rare.

Before leaving, Dr. Lin reminded him, "Second Master, try to stay calm in daily life. If anything happens, first try taking deep breaths and let it go calmly."

Kim Taehyung nodded. "Today was different. It won’t happen again."

The doctors and their assistants left the bedroom first.

Only the family of three remained in the room.

Kim Taehyung looked at the kid on his left.

He recalled the original plot and how the child had put up with the pain to check on him after being spanked, and he felt even more tenderhearted.

"Gukk, does your butt still hurt?"

He tried to sit up but was stopped simultaneously by both father and son.

Jeon JungKook rested a hand on his shoulder, urging him to lie back down, his tone almost commanding, "Stay put."

Jeon Gukk patted his little father’s slender arm. "My butt's okay, Daddy. Don't worry."

After being spanked earlier, he had thought really hard before realizing—if he entered the entertainment industry but his little father was too ill to watch him sing and dance, what good would that be?!

Of course—

The little one lifted his gaze and snuck a peek at his strict, imposing father.

—He was definitely going to write about the spanking in his diary tonight!

Hearing his well-behaved words, Kim Taehyung felt deeply comforted and asked, "So, does that mean you won’t join the entertainment industry anymore?"

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