Revival - From Monochrome To Euphoria

~ 19 ~

The atmosphere in the hospital room thickened with tension as the man who had brought Taehyung in now sat next to Mr. Jeon. The shock on Mr. Jeon's face was undeniable. How could a dead man be sitting next to him? The figure, now introducing himself as Kang Inseyeop, was known to the Jeons as Kang Taemoo, the man they had thought was gone.

Jimin, who had walked in with coffee for Mr. Jeon, froze in disbelief. "Taemoo-shii? How can this be possible?" The words tumbled from his lips in utter shock.

Kang Inseyeop, with a calmness that sent chills down their spines, gently took Mr. Jeon's hand. "Appa, don't worry. I will take care of Koobun," he said softly.

That was it.

Namjoon, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, was consumed by rage. He lunged forward, unable to hold back his fury and punched Inseyeops face. "What do you mean? Do you think this is a joke?" His voice was low, yet it carried an edge that made everyone in the room flinch. "You think we're playing doll house here? Whenever you feel like it, you come back and claim what you left behind?" His eyes darkened, and his hands clenched into fists. "My brother is inside that ICU, fighting for his life, and you're asking me to give away his life to you? No! He asked me to keep his husband and son safe. No one, not even the heavens, will take his happiness away from him. Not even you!"

Namjoon's anger erupted as he shouted, his voice hoarse with emotion. "They are his love, his lifeline... nothing else matters."

Before anyone could react, Inseyeop Kang Taemoo stood up from his seat, pushing Namjoon aside with a strength that shocked everyone. He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes cold and determined. "Mr. Kim," he said in a chilling tone, "I saved your brother. I don't want his life, but I want back what's mine my Jungkook and my blood, my Soobin. Nothing else matters. Your brother snatched him from me, and you need to understand that."

Yoongi, who had been standing nearby, pushed Inseyeop away from Namjoon. His eyes blazed with fury. "Shut up!" Yoongi's voice was venomous as he glared at Inseyeop. "You aren't Taemoo. Taemoo is dead! He was Jungkook's husband, not you. What kind of delusion are you living in?" His words cut through the tension in the room. "You think we're going to just hand over Jungkook and Soobin to you? Scram, because they belong to Taehyung. Only him."

Yoongi's instincts were razor-sharp, and something about this man didn't sit right. He was no longer the Taemoo they had known. The man in front of them was an imposter, a man who had taken on the name and appearance of the man they had lost but the spirit of the man, the kindness, the love for his family, was nowhere to be found in this cold shell of a person.

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi spat, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not Taemoo. You're an imposter. Get out."

The tension in the room was suffocating, and the chaos of emotions swirling around them made it clear: this fight was far from over.

Inseyeop's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. He stood there, mocking them, twisting the knife of his twisted words as if the pain he was causing was some sort of sick joke. "Yoongi Hyung, long time no see. Aren't you going to give a hug to your brother-in-law?" Inseyeop sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Haha, how funny. I woke up from the dead, and you still doubt me? You can't even recognize your own brother-in-law?"

Yoongi's face twisted in disgust, his eyes burning with hatred. Without a second thought, he shoved Inseyeop away, his voice laced with venom. "Get lost, you imposter! And remember, if I see you anywhere near Jungkook, Soobin, or my family again, I won't hesitate to make you regret it."