Who is she?

fan or obsessed fan?

"Taehyun? What happened? Talk to me!" Panic clawed at his throat, each word a struggle. As he didn't hear an answer, he almost yelled, "Answer me!"

Taehyun's voice was shaking as he spoke. "Hyung... I... I hit a girl."

Jungkook's eyes widen in shock. "What?" The world seemed to tilt on its axis. "Where are you?" Jungkook's voice was a whisper of dread.

"In... in the parking area," came the shaky reply between his uneven breath.

Visions of flashing cameras and scandalous headlines swirled in Jungkook's mind, a looming threat to their upcoming concert. He couldn't let their efforts be tarnished by a moment's mistake.

With a burst of energy, he was on his feet, dialing RM while sprinting towards the exit. "There's been an accident," he explained, breathless, "We need to manage this, now."

RM, ever the leader, grasped the gravity of the situation immediately and promised to keep the media at bay.

The parking lot was quiet and empty, very different from the lively fan meeting. The harsh glare of the overhead lights casting long shadows. Jungkook saw Taehyun's car, bloodstains smeared on a pillar and the ground told a silent, violent story. It looked like the girl had been hit by the car, then hit the pillar and fell to the ground.

Taehyun stood frozen, his face a mask of horror, spattered with blood that was clearly not his own.

"Hyung!" His voice cracked as he saw Jungkook approach. His whole body was trembling.

"Where is she?" Jungkook's command was calm, a stark contrast to the chaos, as he placed a reassuring hand on Taehyun's shoulder.

"In the backseat!" With his bloody, trembling hand, Taehyun gestured frantically towards his car. The urgency in his eyes spoke volumes of the girl's critical state.

"I'll drive, It's going to be okay," Jungkook said, a firm resolve in his voice as he tried to reassure both Taehyun and himself. His voice was a beacon of hope as he slid behind the wheel.

A glance in the rearview mirror revealed the girl's condition. Dressed in black pants and a jacket, Her white shirt, now a canvas of crimson, clung to her skin. Her face, hidden beneath a curtain of blood-soaked hair, was a silent testament to the night's terror.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. "What's wrong, hyung?" Taehyun's voice trembled.

Shaking his head, Jungkook focused on the road, the hospital their only beacon in the night. Taehyun mistook his silence for shock, not seeing the recognition that flashed in Jungkook's eyes.

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The hospital waiting room was a sterile cocoon of anxiety. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, a scent that clung to RM's skin as he paced back and forth. His footsteps echoed, a metronome of worry.

JIN sat in a worn chair, its faux-leather cracked from years of use. His hands, calloused from countless performances, were clasped tightly. His eyes were shut, in silent prayer.

Taehyun, on the other hand, couldn't sit still. He hovered near the entrance to the operating room, his breaths shallow and uneven. The bloodstains on his shirt seemed to seep into his very soul. "This can't be happening," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Not now, when everything was finally going right."

Tomorrow, Taehyun was supposed to fly to the U.S. for his new album. If not for the promiss that he made to jungkook-to meet him before leaving-he would have left today. How could he leave now, in this mess?