Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

A Father's Silent Vigil

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In the quiet confines of Taehyung's room, Mr. Kim sat by his son's bedside, his expression a mix of exhaustion and concern. The doctor, having been urgently called to their home, worked diligently to tend to the deep cut on Taehyung's wrist. The room was filled with the soft hum of medical equipment and the hushed voices of those present.

"Taehyungie, please wake up," Mr. Kim softly pleaded, his hand gently resting on Taehyung's shoulder. "I know you're strong, and you can overcome this. Don't leave me alone, son."

Taehyung lay unconscious, his features pallid against the backdrop of his room. The doctor, adapting to the makeshift medical scenario, carefully tended to the wound, ensuring it was cleaned and properly bandaged. The subdued lighting cast shadows on Taehyung's face, revealing the weariness of a soul in distress.

Mr. Kim's voice trembled as he continued to talk to his son. "You've got so much ahead of you, Taehyungie. You can't give up now. We'll face this together." His eyes reflected a mixture of sadness and determination.

As the doctor wrapped up the bandaging, Mr. Kim's gaze shifted between his son's face and the medical professional. "Is he going to be okay, doctor?" he asked, seeking assurance.

The doctor nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Physically, he'll recover. But the emotional wounds will need time and professional care. Make sure he gets the support he requires."

"I'll do whatever it takes to help him," Mr. Kim affirmed, his voice unwavering.

In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the weight of the situation. Taehyung's struggle was far from over, but there was a glimmer of hope. The beeping of the medical equipment served as a reminder that life persisted, and Mr. Kim, while emotionally drained, knew that his son had survived this dark chapter.

As the doctor concluded the bandaging, he quietly left the room, leaving Mr. Kim alone with his unconscious son. The silence in the room was stifling, broken only by the soft hum of medical equipment. Mr. Kim stared at Taehyung's still form, his eyes welling up with tears.

"T-Taehyungie," Mr. Kim stammered, his voice breaking. "Y-you scared me, son. D-don't ever do this again." He gently brushed a strand of hair off Taehyung's forehead, his fingers trembling. "Y-you're my everything, and I can't lose you."

Unable to contain his emotions, Mr. Kim broke down, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He wrapped his arms around Taehyung, holding him close, as if shielding him from the cruelties of the world. "I'm sorry, Taehyungie. I couldn't protect you."

In the midst of his grief, Meggie entered the room, her face reflecting concern. "Sir, Ma'am just left for a party and told me to let you know that she'll be late to come back today, so you shouldn't wait for her over dinner."

Mr. Kim, still holding Taehyung, barely registered her words. His attention was solely on his son, who remained unconscious. "Meggie, bring something good for my son," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "He must be hungry. I want to feed him myself when he wakes up."

"I'll make Taehyung's favorite, sir," Meggie replied, her heart heavy with sympathy.

"My son—Meggie, why did they do this to him?" Mr. Kim's voice trembled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "He was innocent. What kind of monsters would do this?"

Meggie, though at a loss for words, nodded solemnly. She quietly left the room, leaving Mr. Kim alone with his son. The room echoed with the painful sounds of a father's grief, a symphony of sorrow that seemed to have no end.

As the door closed behind Meggie, the room plunged into an anguished silence, only punctuated by Mr. Kim's muffled sobs. He continued to cradle Taehyung's limp body, the weight of guilt and despair pressing down on him.