Don't Leave Me.✅(JJK X Y/N X KTH)

Irene

Third pov

He couldn't remember anything after Taehyung opened his eyes in the hospital. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, and the steady beeping of medical monitors was the only sound. Irene, dressed in a crisp white coat, felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. She had begun to develop a soft spot for Taehyung, whose fragile state tugged at her heartstrings.

"Listen to me very carefully..." She lowered herself to whisper in Taehyung's ear. "Your name is Taehyung. You have a complicated life here. Some people want to kill you. Luckily, you survived a fall from a seventy-foot building."

Taehyung stared blankly at her, his eyes void of recognition. Her eyes softened at the sight of his innocent pupils, large and doe-like, framed by thick lashes - the same as his twin yet completely different. Taecyeon was indeed cruel to go after this angelic young man's life. Irene patted his shoulder comfortingly, her touch gentle against the hospital gown he wore, and continued, "You should leave the country and never show your face to anyone here. You have much life to live."

"But I don't remember any of my relatives. I don't know anyone. How can I leave the country? Where will I go?" Taehyung's voice trembled, his confusion evident.

Irene thought for a moment, glancing around the room. The clinical white walls and the bland, functional furniture provided no comfort. "I have an apartment in Canada. It's a cozy place in a quiet neighborhood. You can go there. I will arrange for your departure. Don't worry about money; I will send it to you regularly."

Irene's father owned a company, and she was wealthy. She could afford to cover Taehyung's expenses until he got back on his feet. Her family's mansion, filled with luxurious furnishings and expensive art, contrasted sharply with the sterile hospital environment. She imagined Taehyung in the apartment she owned in Vancouver, with its warm wooden floors, soft lighting, and a view of the serene mountains.

"Will I be alone?" Taehyung asked like a child. Irene's heart melted at this.

"No. I'll go with you if you want," she assured him, thinking of her comfortable life. She could transfer her work; the skills of a doctor were needed everywhere.

"Then please come with me," Taehyung's pleading eyes got the best of her.

Irene gave him the medicine, watching as he obediently swallowed the pills. "Rest now," she instructed, smoothing the thin hospital blanket over him. She had a lot to take care of for their departure. Canada wasn't a bad place. She could always work as a doctor there. The thought of starting anew in a beautiful country filled her with a mix of anxiety and hope. Her thoughts were interrupted by a call.

Her sleek, latest-model smartphone buzzed in her pocket. It was Taecyeon on the other end. "Hey, Doc!" he beamed, his voice oozing false cheerfulness.

"What do you want?" Irene replied, irritation evident in her voice.

"Your life."

Irene's heart started beating faster in fear, her hand tightening around the phone. "W-what?"

"Just kidding. Is my brother dead yet?"

Irene took a quick glance at the sleeping Taehyung before replying, "Y-yes," she lied, her voice shaky.

"Well done, friend. The extra money will be transferred to your account."

"I- I don't need money. I just want to forget I ever did this disgusting act."

"Sure. Anything that makes you happy." Taecyeon chuckled. "And, if anyone named Y/N comes to meet you, tell her lover died from the fall."

"Who is she?"