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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Taehyung was entirely drenched in sweat, despite the room being fully air-conditioned. The chest of the patient lay open before him, and his shaky hands were coated in blood. For the first time in his career, he felt his focus slipping away. His mind drifted to thoughts of his daughter. Was she okay? Had leaving Jungkook been the right decision?
"Sir! The vitals are dropping!" Anesthetist Dr. Song's urgent voice snapped him back to reality. "You have to work fast!"
Taehyung took a deep breath, forcing himself to concentrate. He began to remove the shattered bone fragments lodged in the patient's heart. The accident had been severe; the boy might not have survived if not for him.
"Suction," he ordered, and the nurse quickly adjusted the suction device to clear the excess blood from the surgical field.
He grasped the forceps, aiming to extract another piece when his hand slipped, causing an artery to rupture instead. "Damn it!" he cursed silently, the tension in the room palpable.
"Sir??" Dr. Song shot him a questioning glance, concern etched across his face. The rest of the surgical team could feel that Taehyung was not himself today.
"I'm sorry. My hand slipped," Taehyung replied, forcing his mind to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to save this boy—nothing else mattered. "Needle and holder."
With renewed determination, he pushed thoughts of Taesoo aside and concentrated on the surgery. It was a grueling half-hour before he finally completed the procedure, discarding his gloves and apron as he stepped into the reception area.
Suddenly, he noticed a commotion at the hospital entrance. Just as he was about to investigate, he bumped into Yoongi.
"What's wrong, Dr. Min?" Taehyung asked, concern tightening his chest.
Yoongi looked up at him, his expression shifting from shock to urgency. "Go back to your cabin, Dr. Kim. I can handle this case." He began to push Taehyung away, but Taehyung's eyes locked onto Jungkook, who stood in the lobby, completely drenched in blood.
Pushing past Yoongi, Taehyung rushed to the gangster, dread washing over him. "What happened to her?!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the tense silence that enveloped the lobby. All eyes turned to him, staff members exchanging uneasy glances as they began to eye him suspiciously; none of them knew that Sri was his wife.
People only recognized Jungkook and Jimin, as they frequently graced the headlines, but Sri and the other Titans remained shrouded in obscurity. It had been ten years since anyone had seen her, and no one held vivid memories of that time.
"Dare to call the police and I'll burn down this entire building!" Jungkook threatened, his voice a low growl. Men in black attire surrounded the hospital, and chaos erupted as staff members began to flee in panic.
