Anger never builds; it only tears down. In the heat of a single moment, it can feel like strength, an armor to hide behind. But when the fire fades, all that's left are the ashes of what once mattered. Anger doesn't solve anything-it devours patienc...
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Chapter 07: A Web of Lies
The air crackled with the static of the television screen, the news report a horrifying tableau of twisted metal and flashing sirens. Jungkook's heart hammered against his ribs, a cold dread seeping through him as he recognized the mangled car – the one Taehyung had been in.
He was a whirlwind of worry, a storm of desperation. The hospital corridors blurred into a chaotic tapestry of white walls and frantic faces. The nurse at the front desk, startled by his sudden appearance, struggled to locate Taehyung's name on the patient roster.
"He's in the ER," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of the emergency room. “and he was─”
Jungkook, ignoring her words, raced towards the ER, his eyes scanning the rows of curtains, searching for Taehyung. Each curtain he pulled back revealed a scene of pain and fear, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Finally, he found him in a room where police officers were questioning the doctor.
"Are you related to the patient?" the doctor asked, stepping in front of Jungkook to prevent him from entering.
"Yes, I know him," Jungkook replied, his gaze fixed on Taehyung, who lay unconscious on the bed, his face pale and still. "How is he?"
"He's lucky to be alive," the doctor said, his voice laced with relief. "He suffered a concussion in the accident, which caused him to lose consciousness. I've treated his injuries, and he's stable for now. Once he wakes up, we'll conduct further examinations to assess if his memory has been affected."
Jungkook, relieved to hear Taehyung was alive, thanked the doctor.
"What's your name, sir?" one of the police officers inquired, his voice sharp and official.
"Jeon Jungkook," he replied, his voice a low rumble.
The officers, upon hearing his name, exchanged surprised glances.
"May we ask you some questions to help us investigate this incident? We believe it was not a simple accident," one of the officers said, seeking his permission.
Jungkook nodded. "Of course."
The officers led him away from the crowded ER, seeking a quieter space to talk. The sterile white walls of the hospital seemed to close in on him, amplifying the weight of the situation.
"What is your connection to the patient?" the officer asked, his voice serious.
"I was helping him," Jungkook replied, his voice low, a hint of sadness lacing his words.
"Helping him with what?" the officer pressed, his eyes unwavering.
"To find justice for his mother's death," Jungkook stated, his words heavy with unspoken pain.
"We've gathered information about Kim Taehyung, the son of the woman who died recently, Kyushu," the officer said, his voice taking on a more accusatory tone. "But we also know that he's the same person who stabbed you. Is that correct?"
Jungkook sighed, confirming their information. "Yes, that's right."
"Why are you helping the person who also tried to kill you? Isn't that suspicious?" the officer questioned, his eyes narrowed.
"That's a personal matter," Jungkook replied, deflecting the question. "I'm not ready to discuss it."
"Do you have any idea who might be behind this accident? We reviewed the footage, and it seems intentional, planned," the officer stated, his voice firm.
Jungkook shook his head. "No, I was just as surprised as you. But I think investigating his mother's death might lead to the culprit. It could be connected to this incident."
"We'll look into that," the officer said, his tone acknowledging Jungkook's input. "Thank you for your time and cooperation, Mr. Jeon."
The officers bowed their heads and left to continue their investigation.
Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, a wave of anxiety washing over him. He pulled out his phone and contacted someone.
"Hyung, we need to investigate this further. We don't have much time," Jungkook said, his voice urgent.
"I'm on it," the person on the other end replied, their voice a reassuring presence in the midst of the chaos.
Jungkook ended the call and returned to Taehyung's room. The situation was escalating, becoming more dangerous than he imagined. He was afraid to admit it, but the person behind this scheme was eliminating anyone who stood in their path, silencing the truth.
"It's been confirmed that Kim Taehyung was with Jeon Jungkook before the accident," a voice said, its tone cold and calculating.
"What else have you found out?" another voice responded, its interest piqued.
"I couldn't find anything about what happened inside Jungkook's place, but I believe we should eliminate Kim Taehyung instead of trying to get him on our side," the first voice suggested.
"No, we'll stick to my plan," the second voice replied, its tone unwavering.
"But why? Isn't it dangerous for you?" the first voice questioned, its concern evident.
"It doesn't matter. We'll get Kim Taehyung on our side. We'll make him kill Jeon Jungkook. He almost succeeded once, and if we can gain his trust, it'll be easy for him to take advantage of Jungkook and kill him," the second voice said, a sinister smirk spreading across its face.
"But we don't know what happened inside the mansion. What if Jungkook made a deal with Kim Taehyung? What if they formed a plan together? Their parents' death is connected to you. It's possible they've joined forces," the first voice argued, its worry growing.
"That's why we need to get him while he's still vulnerable. He hasn't fully trusted Jungkook yet. If he believes Jungkook is responsible for his mother's death, we can manipulate him and make him believe our lies. That way, we won't be directly connected when Jungkook dies in Taehyung's hands. His attempt to kill Jungkook is already public knowledge. We can deny any connection to him if Taehyung points the finger at us," the second voice explained, its plan unfolding like a carefully crafted web.
"If that's your plan, I'll do whatever it takes to get Taehyung," the first voice replied, its loyalty unwavering.
The second voice chuckled, its sinister grin widening as it envisioned the plan coming to fruition.
