Who is she?

Unveiling Secrets

The sterile air in Dr. Lee's cramped office clung to the walls, suffocating like a heavy woolen blanket. Fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the linoleum floor.

Suga's voice, sharp as a scalpel, sliced through the tension. His sarcasm dripped like corrosive acid as he confronted Taehyung, who hovered over Jungkook, applying an ice pack to the younger man's reddened cheek.

"So, you're telling me," Suga's hawk-like gaze bore into Taehyung, "that the army girl-freshly awakened from her coma this morning, weak and fragile-managed to slap Jungkook so hard that her handprint is etched on his skin?"

Taehyung's frown deepened, the creases on his forehead etching a map of frustration. "Are you implying I'm lying?" he retorted, handing the ice pack to Jungkook, who winced and pouted in pain.

Jungkook's eyes darted between them, caught in the crossfire of their verbal duel.

"Not you," Suga clarified, jabbing a finger at Taehyung. "But I suspect she is lying." The word 'she' carried a hint of anger, a storm brewing behind his eyes. His implication earned him questioning and confused looks from both Taehyung and Jungkook.

Suga sighed, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders like a leaden mantle. He leaned against the sterile countertop, his posture that of an older brother imparting hard-earned wisdom.

"Think logically, you idiots. How can a girl who just emerged from a coma-with a fractured leg and hand-possess such strength? She's either faking it or hiding something."

"But that's not possible," Jungkook interjected, his voice taut with anxiety. "Dr. Lee has been monitoring her round the clock."

"Jungkook," Suga turned to him, expression softening while his tone remained strict. "That car accident wasn't your fault," he said, nagging like the big brother he was. "You don't need to carry that guilt shit."

Jungkook's gaze shifted to the ice pack in his hand, its cold seeping into his palm. "Have you seen your face in the mirror?" Suga continued, his eyes boring into Jungkook's. "it's not red just because of that slap. But because you're angry from inside."

Suga knew him too well, like an old melody that played in the background of their lives. Jungkook had always been transparent. So, after sharing years, together, it's easy to see through his just by looking into his doe eyes.

Jungkook gazed at Suga, his eyes locking onto his, not surprised by the fact that Suga could see right through him. He took a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling with the effort.

"Yes, you're right," he agreed, his voice laced with frustration. His grip on the ice pack tightened, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to contain his emotions.

He let out his emotional turmoil in front of his brothers, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm angry as hell about that slap, no matter the reason. And I swear," his eyes locked onto Suga's, his voice cracking with frustration, "I hate her for that."

He sprang up from his seat, his fingers tangling in his hair as he paced around the cramped office, his agitation palpable.

"But when I think about the information in that file," He pointed to the resume file on the table, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and empathy, "according to her point of view, she's not entirely wrong either!" He let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his emotions.

Taehyung's voice cut through the tension, his suggestion laced with reason. "I don't understand why you're taking all the responsibility on your shoulders, Jungkook. You don't have to handle this personally. You can hand it over to the company." His face held a serious expression, his eyes filled with concern, his brow furrowed with empathy.