It had been two weeks since Taehyung had been admitted to the hospital, and during that time, Jackson had taken it upon himself to dig deeper into the enigmatic Dr. Jeon. He'd struck up casual conversations with the nurses, who were more than willing to share snippets of information about the junior doctor, especially ones who knows he is Taehyung's manager.
One afternoon, Jackson entered Taehyung's room with a conspiratorial grin on his face. “Alright, I have some intel for you,” he announced, leaning against the doorframe.
Taehyung looked up from his phone, his curiosity piqued. “Spill it! What did you find out?”
Jackson pulled up a chair, sitting down with a dramatic flair. “First of all, Dr. Jeon is definitely single,” he said, watching Taehyung’s face light up. “He’s been focused on his career since med school and hasn’t had much time for dating.”
“Good to know,” Taehyung replied, a grin spreading across his face. “What else?”
“The nurses say he’s a total workaholic,” Jackson continued, tapping his fingers on the table. “He spends most of his time either in surgery or in the library studying. But when he does have free time, he loves playing video games and reading comic books.”
“Interesting,” Taehyung mused, leaning back against the pillows. “A nerdy doctor who likes video games? That’s… surprisingly cute.”
“And,” Jackson added, leaning in closer."he is from Busan."
“Busan, huh?” Taehyung mused, nodding. “That explains his laid-back vibe. I can see why he works so hard; he’s probably used to being self-sufficient.”
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As the days passed and Taehyung’s condition improved, The plate in his leg had settled well, and while he was still far from his usual active self, he was finally allowed to move around a bit with the help of a walking stick.
The first time he tried, he struggled, gripping the stick tightly as he pushed himself up. His leg was still stiff, and every step came with a reminder of his injury, but he was determined.
Jackson, who had been there for nearly every minute of Taehyung's recovery, looked on, ready to steady him if needed.
“You sure you don’t need a hand?” Jackson asked, half-joking, though his eyes were filled with genuine concern.
Taehyung scoffed, attempting a smirk despite the strain on his face. “Please, I’ve done fight scenes with broken ribs. This is nothing.”
Jackson chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Right, Mr. Superstar. Just don’t go pushing yourself too hard. Dr. Jeon would have my head.”
At the mention of Dr. Jeon, Taehyung’s face softened ever so slightly. He’d seen Jungkook a few times over the last two weeks, usually during his checkups.
With a careful grip on the side railing and his walking stick firmly in hand, Taehyung took his first steps out of the room. Jackson walked closely beside him, eyes darting to Taehyung’s legs as if ready to catch him at any moment.
“Careful, superstar,” Jackson warned, grinning as Taehyung moved slowly but steadily. “This isn’t exactly the red carpet.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You realize you’re fussing over me like I’m about to shatter, right?”
Jackson shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Hey, someone’s gotta keep you in one piece.”
As they passed through the hallway, a few nurses and other staff members glanced their way, some smiling, others whispering. Taehyung, ever the performer, gave them a small nod, a faint but warm smile on his face. He’d missed being out and about even if this was just a hospital hallway.
