The Cursed Marriage

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In the stark, sterile waiting room, Taehyung’s fear was palpable. The minutes felt like hours as he sat slumped in a chair, his face buried in his hands, trembling uncontrollably. Taewon sat beside him, his young face streaked with tears, clutching his mother’s hand.

The door to the waiting room swung open, and the head surgeon entered, his expression grave. Taehyung and Taewon sprang to their feet, their eyes filled with desperate hope.

“Is Jungkook going to be okay?” Taehyung asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The surgeon took a deep breath. “We’ve done everything we can. However, Jungkook lost a significant amount of blood. His blood type is AB negative, which is quite rare, and we don’t have any available in our supply.”

Taehyung’s heart sank, the words crashing over him like a tidal wave. “There must be something you can do. Please, he’s all I have.”

The surgeon’s expression softened, though it remained serious. “We’re doing our best, but without the right blood type, it’s incredibly difficult. Even if we managed to find it, it might not be enough.”

Taehyung’s gaze flickered to Taewon, who was now sobbing quietly beside him. A sudden idea struck him, and he turned back to the surgeon with a desperate plea. “Taewon has the same blood type. Could he donate?”

The surgeon looked at Taewon with concern. “The child is quite young, and it’s risky. His blood volume is limited, and taking even a small amount could be dangerous for him.”

Taehyung’s eyes were pleading as he looked at Taewon. “Please, it’s our last hope. He’s the only one who can help.”

The surgeon hesitated, but the urgency in Taehyung’s voice was undeniable. “If it’s the only option we have, we’ll proceed with caution. We’ll need to do some preliminary tests to ensure his safety, but we’ll do our best to make this work.”

Taewon, despite his tears, nodded bravely. “I want to help. I’ll do it.”

The medical team quickly moved into action, preparing Taewon for the donation process. Taehyung stayed by his side, his heart aching as he watched the small needle inserted into his son’s arm.

Once the blood was collected, the team worked swiftly to match it and administer it to Jungkook. Taehyung paced the waiting room, every second feeling like an eternity. His prayers were fervent, his hands clasped tightly together, and he glanced at Taewon, who was resting now, looking pale but determined.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the surgeon reappeared. He looked tired but relieved. “We managed to stabilize Jungkook. The blood transfusion worked, and he’s out of immediate danger. We still need to monitor him closely, but he’s alive.”

Taehyung’s legs felt weak as he sank into a chair, tears streaming down his face. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Thank you so much.”

Taewon, though exhausted, managed a small, weary smile. “Is he going to be okay now?”

The surgeon nodded. “It’s too early to say for certain, but we’re hopeful. We’ll continue to keep a close eye on him.”

Taehyung’s heart was a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. He knew the road to recovery would be long and uncertain, but for now, Jungkook was alive, and that was enough to cling to.

As the medical team continued their work, Taehyung and Taewon sat in silence, holding onto each other for support, their hearts heavy but hopeful for the future.

Taehyung looked at Taewon, who was exhausted but resting peacefully. Seeing his son like this triggered a flood of memories. He remembered the warning Jungkook’s parents had given them about a curse. They had said that if they didn’t have a child within a year, a terrible danger would come.