Betrayed by his boyfriend, he turned around and married his vegetative uncle.
Unexpectedly, his uncle spoiled him.
Kim Taehyung was forced to marry a bigshot by his stepmother as his father's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. There was a catc...
“I prescribed some medication to help, but he won’t take them,” said the doctor with a frown. “He won’t get better if he continues to refuse help.”,
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” said Jenna.
“I heard that he listens to Miss Tae. Maybe we should—”
“Absolutely not!” Jenna snapped furiously. “He’s the reason my son is like this. That guy brings nothing but bad luck!”
The doctor did not argue.
His only responsibility was to Jungkook's health.
“I know you didn’t mean to take his side…” Jenna said as she tried to quickly reach a compromise. “Let’s see if he listens to me tomorrow.”
She only hoped for her son’s speedy recovery.
Everything else could wait.
After Taehyung took a shower, he walked to the window and looked outside.
The snow on the ground looked like a layer of silver powder that illuminated the night.
He felt a strange compulsion rise within him.
He picked up his phone and wanted so badly to give Jungkook a call.
He wanted to hear his voice.
After some thought, he was afraid that he would not answer his call, so he decided to send him a voice message instead.
Even if he could not hear his voice, he wanted him to hear his and know that he was thinking of him, missing him.
Taehyung sent the message, then walked to the living room, took out the bag of yarn, and began to knit.
With the world around him stuck in silence, he became immersed in his task.
Jungkook was startled awake from a nightmare in the middle of the night.
His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were filled with an unusual restlessness.
These days, he was having nightmares of himself dying every night.
The most terrifying part of the dreams was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to an unrecognizable mess of blood and flesh.
In those dreams, he was rotting away, surrounded by flies and maggots.
He hated himself more every time he woke up.
Jungkook picked up his phone and looked at the time.
His fingers accidentally opened the text message notification on the home page, and his eyes met Taehyung's profile picture.
He opened the message with trembling hands and played his voice message.
“It’s snowing outside, Jungkook. Did you see? I heard you went home today. I hope you get well soon! I wanted to call, but I was afraid of bothering you. Which is why I’m sending this instead. Here’s a photo of the snow on our side!”
Jungkook clicked on the photo he had sent and saw the beautiful, snowy scenery.
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His throat tightened as the revulsion from the trauma subsided, temporarily.
He played Taehyung's voice message over and over again and allowed the gentle ring of his voice to slowly chase away the demons in his heart.
A week later, Jungkook showed up at the headquarters of Jeons Group.
He was in his wheelchair with a light blanket over his legs.
His face was as aloof and regal as ever, while he emanated an unapproachable aura.
Other than the fact that he was wheelchair-bound, there was almost no evidence that he had a near-death experience only a few weeks ago.
When Jungkook entered his office, his assistant, Jung-su immediately briefed him on his work schedule.
Once he was briefed, Jung-su asked, “Do you want anything to drink, sir? Coffee? Some milk, maybe?” “Coffee,” Jungkook said, then added, “Call Joey over.”
