AMOUR

Chapter Five

"W-what?" Hana stammered, struggling to grasp Jungkook's words. "You're joking, right?"

"I wish I was," Jungkook's voice dropped several tones, the change in atmosphere palpable. His head hung low, dark hair obscuring his eyes. When he looked up again, Hana thought she glimpsed a flash of red in his gaze.

"Jungkook," Hana began, but he cut her off abruptly.

"I think you should leave," he urged, his tone firm. He couldn't bear to break down in front of her.

"Okay," Hana whispered, her heart heavy as she walked past him. She felt defeated and broken, each step away from him a painful struggle. Her mind screamed at her to turn back, but her resolve kept her moving forward.

She didn't stop until she reached home, her mind racing.

"What just happened?" she muttered to herself, sinking to the floor in exhaustion.

"Hana?" Mrs. Wang's voice filled with concern as she entered the living room. "Oh my God! HANA! Are you alright?" She rushed to Hana's side, inspecting her for any signs of injury.

"I'm okay, Auntie," Hana reassured weakly, taking Mrs. Wang's hands in hers. "Just tired," she added, her voice barely audible as she felt herself growing faint.

"Come on, let's get you up," Mrs. Wang said, attempting to help Hana to her feet, but her body felt unresponsive.

Hana couldn't understand why she suddenly felt so drained. She hadn't exerted herself physically, yet she felt weaker than she had in years.

"I'm a medical major, for crying out loud," she thought to herself.

"What's going on?" Taehyung's voice interrupted from the kitchen.

"Taehyung, please help me," Mrs. Wang pleaded, worry etched on her face. "She's losing consciousness."

Taehyung's concern deepened as he hurried over to them. "Oh God, Hana, what happened?" he asked anxiously, carefully lifting her into his arms.

"Hi, TaeTae," Hana managed a weak smile as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

"Hey there, cubby," Taehyung responded softly, carrying her to her room with Mrs. Wang trailing behind. "This isn't quite how I expected to see you after four years," he murmured to her, but Hana had already slipped into unconsciousness.

He gently laid her down on the bed, and Mrs. Wang tucked her in tenderly.

"I wonder what triggered this," Mrs. Wang whispered, concern evident in her voice.

"Maybe it's just the stress catching up with her after all these years," Taehyung suggested, sitting on the floor beside the bed and stroking Hana's hair. "You know how hard she pushes herself."

"I don't think it's just that," Mrs. Wang sighed, her worry deepening. "She's resilient. This feels different."

"What do you think caused it, then?" Taehyung asked quietly.

"I think she had a panic attack," Mrs. Wang said with certainty. "The last time she collapsed like this was when Sana passed away."

"You're sure?" Taehyung asked, surprised.

Mrs. Wang nodded solemnly. "If that's true, we need to figure out what triggered it."

"I wish I knew," Mrs. Wang sighed softly. "Let's give her some time to rest. She needs it."

"Agreed," Taehyung murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Hana's forehead before they quietly left the room.

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