A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
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The ride was tense and silent. Jungkook, Taehyung, and another Titan member sat in the middle car of a convoy. In front, Sherley led three cars, while three more vehicles followed behind. The seven black cars contained nearly fifty men in total, each prepared for the intense confrontation with Eclipse to rescue Taesoo.
Jungkook kept glancing at Tae, who sat anxiously beside him. He couldn't ignore his concerns about the doctor's safety. Though Taehyung had a strong heart, he was not trained for this kind of fight. Unlike the ruthless gangsters of Eclipse, Jongki's men were likely among the best, and Jungkook knew that Taehyung would be outmatched. He needed to find a way to get Taehyung to a safer place.
Just then, luck intervened in the form of a call. Taehyung's phone buzzed, and he answered it, pressing it to his ear. Jungkook could hear a frantic, feminine voice through the silence of the car.
"Dr. Kim, we need you at Saviour. It's an emergency!" she urged, her panic unmistakable even though the call wasn't on speaker.
Taehyung replied apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but I'm out of Seoul right now. It's a family emergency."
"The patient will die, sir! We have very little time. Dr. Min is already operating on another case—we urgently need your help," she pleaded, her desperation evident.
Taehyung's mouth opened to decline, but Jungkook intervened immediately. "Go back, doctor. I can handle this alone," he said firmly.
Taehyung hesitated, conflicted. "But my daughter is in danger. How can I just leave?" His face lit momentarily as they passed under a streetlight, revealing the turmoil etched in his expression. The call had already ended, but his mind was still racing.
"Trust me. I'll bring her back. Safe and sound."
Taehyung's gaze searched Jungkook's, uncertainty clouding his eyes. "But I—"
"Taehyung, please." Jungkook's voice softened, and he placed a hand on his thigh—a rare, intimate gesture. His eyes carried a plea, one that stirred memories in Taehyung of years past when he had first met Sri. He recalled the day she'd been admitted to the hospital, a day that had thrown his life into chaos and changed everything. Jungkook had looked at him like this then, full of trust and urgency.
Finally, Tae relented, stepping out of the car as it pulled to a halt outside Saviour Hospital. He stood alone, watching the convoy disappear into the distance, the taillights fading into a cloud of dust on the dark road. He bit his lip, anxiety gnawing at him as he forced himself to turn and walk into the hospital.
Inside, the nurses snapped to attention, alerted to his arrival. They briefed him quickly: a teenage boy had been struck by a car and sustained severe trauma to his chest. Immediate open-heart surgery was the only chance of saving him.
