[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

45; Reckoning In The Light

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JUNGKOOK

The hospital corridor is hushed, the only sound the soft hum of medical equipment and distant footsteps echoing against linoleum floors. We stand outside Hobi's room, each of us grappling with the aftermath of the chaotic night. 

Jimin leans heavily against me, his strength visibly waning as the toll of his ordeal catches up to him. His face is pale, streaked with dirt and dried tears, but his eyes remain fixed on Hobi's room with unwavering concern.

Taehyung sits nearby, his injured arm cradled against his chest, lost in his thoughts. His exhaustion is palpable, but there's a steely resolve in his eyes as he watches over Hobi through the small window in the door.

Byeongnam stands a few steps away, his shoulder bandaged and his expression tight with pain. He leans against the wall for support, his gaze flickering between Taehyung and Jimin, his concern for both evident.

Yoongi paces the corridor, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his brow furrowed with worry. He casts occasional glances at us, his usual calm demeanour strained by the weight of the night's events.

Inside Hobi's room, medical staff bustle around, adjusting monitors and IV lines, their voices low and professional. Hobi lies motionless on the bed, his face pale and bruised, a stark contrast to the vitality he usually exudes.

A doctor approaches us, her expression is sympathetic yet guarded. "Mr Jung is stable for now," she informs us quietly, her voice carrying the weight of medical professionalism. "He's still unconscious, recovering from his injuries. We'll know more once he regains consciousness."

Jimin nods faintly, his grip on my arm tightening. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice strained with fatigue.

The doctor offers a reassuring smile before moving on, leaving us to grapple with the lingering uncertainty and relief.

Taehyung turns away from the window, his gaze flickering over us with a mix of guilt and determination. "I should have seen through Hobi's plans sooner," he says quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry, Jimin. I should have protected you better."

Jimin shakes his head weakly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It's not your fault, Tae hyung," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "We all underestimated him."

Byeongnam pushes himself off the wall, his jaw clenched against the pain. "We'll figure this out," he says firmly, his tone resolute despite his own injuries. "But right now, we need to focus on getting everyone patched up."

Yoongi stops pacing, his gaze piercing as he looks at each of us in turn. "Jimin, you need rest," he says bluntly, his concern evident. "You look like you're about to collapse."

Jimin nods faintly, leaning more heavily against me. "I just... I need to know Hobi's going to be okay," he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Taehyung steps forward, his expression determined. "I'll stay with Hobi," he says firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You go rest, Jimin. We'll take care of everything here."

Reluctantly, he lets me admit him into one of the wards there.

The hospital room is dimly lit, the soft glow of monitors casting gentle shadows across the walls. Jimin lies in bed, propped up by pillows, his eyes closed as he drifts in and out of a fitful sleep.

I sit beside him, my chair pulled close to the bed, my gaze fixed on Jimin's face. His hand rests in mine, fingers intertwined as if seeking reassurance.