𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 31 Reality

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room as he leaned forward, pulling Taehyung close once again. He pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, the gesture so tender it momentarily froze Taehyung in place. Taehyung barely registered the action, his mind racing to piece together the chaotic fragments of memory and reality.

He was in the hospital, wasn’t he? That cold, sterile room. The injection. Hanbin. The insane doctor. His thoughts whirled in an endless loop, trying to reconcile the vividness of the present with the stark terror he remembered. His brows furrowed as he whispered to himself, How am I here? If this is real… then what happened to Hanbin?

Before he could make sense of anything, a sharp knock echoed through the room, cutting through his frantic thoughts like a knife. Taehyung froze, his body tensing as his gaze darted toward the door. A frown tugged at his lips. Knocking? he thought, his mind immediately grasping for logic. Who would knock on their door?

They lived alone. No one ever knocked at their door.

His stomach churned uneasily as he watched Jungkook pull back, the soft comfort of his embrace replaced by the sharp silhouette of his frame as he stood. Jungkook stretched briefly before strolling toward the door with a casualness that only heightened Taehyung’s anxiety.

“Wait,” Taehyung called out weakly, his voice barely audible, his limbs frozen in place. But Jungkook either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore the plea. He reached for the door, pulling it open without hesitation.

The sight of the figure standing on the other side made Taehyung’s blood run cold.

It was him. The doctor. The same man who had stood over him in that cold hospital room, the one who had injected him, the one who had planned to operate on him under Hanbin’s orders.

The room spun as panic clawed its way up Taehyung’s throat. His heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear anything over the rush of blood in his ears.

“No…” Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling as he gripped the edge of the bed for support. His wide eyes were locked on the man, but something seemed... off. The doctor wasn’t wearing his usual white coat or the sterile uniform of the hospital. Instead, he was dressed in a sharp suit, a look far more fitting for a business meeting than a medical examination.

Jungkook’s casual demeanor only added to Taehyung’s growing disbelief. His husband greeted the man with a small, familiar smile, his voice carrying a note of warmth Taehyung couldn’t understand. “Good morning hyung,” Jungkook said, stepping aside to let the man in.

Hyung? Taehyung’s stomach dropped, his mind spinning with confusion and dread. His trembling legs finally moved, carrying him toward the door in shaky steps. “What’s he doing here?” he muttered.

The doctor’s gaze shifted to Taehyung, his expression calm and unreadable. He opened his mouth to speak, but Taehyung cut him off sharply, his panic boiling over. “Get out!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear.

He stumbled forward, his trembling hands gripping Jungkook’s arm as he looked up at him, his eyes wide and pleading. “Jungkook,” he said, his voice shaking, “get him out of here. He’s with them. He’s trying to hurt me!”

The words tumbled from his lips in a frantic rush, his chest heaving as he clung to Jungkook as though his very life depended on it. He couldn’t understand how Jungkook was so calm, how he could possibly let this man into their home after everything that had happened.

Jungkook frowned slightly, his brows knitting together as he reached out to steady Taehyung. “Shh, relax,” he said softly, his voice gentle but firm as he pulled Taehyung into his arms. “You’re safe. It’s okay.”