✓BunBun Mine // taekook

Chapter 61

News of the sudden attack on Minister Kim Taehyung spread like wildfire across the country, reaching every district. Outside the hospital, a crowd resembling the stormy monsoon rushed in — party members, media personnel, and concerned citizens, all anxiously waiting for updates about Taehyung’s condition. Among them was Jackson Wang, frantic as he stepped out of his car and tried to rush inside the hospital. But reporters swarmed him like bees, bombarding him with one relentless questions.

"Was your hand behind this attack, Mr. Jackson Wang?"

A bullet had struck just above Taehyung’s chest, leaving him in critical condition. His breathing was faint, threatening to stop permanently. The doctors hadn’t yet provided a clear update on his status. During the attack, members of the media and police had been present. By then, Taehyung’s white shirt was already soaked in crimson, his blood spreading over his chest.

An elderly taxi driver caught in the crossfire had drawn his last breath on the spot. Among the attackers and security personnel, many had also lost their lives. A heartbreaking scene unfolded when Taehyung, wounded and bleeding, dropped to his knees on the street, clutching his chest. Cameras captured the moment, and the footage spread like wildfire across the nation. No one who saw the image could remain composed. Party members, relatives, and supporters flooded the hospital in droves. However, entry was restricted, leaving them anxiously awaiting news from outside.

The police launched an investigation to identify those behind the attack. Initial speculation suggested that some of the attackers had been trained overseas, while others might have been locals. After unmasking some of them, authorities suspected they were foreigners.

Jackson stood with restless eyes darting about, unable to respond. His conscience weighed heavy, knowing he had committed a grave wrong. Today’s attack, he realized, had been orchestrated by some members of his own party. It was a plan devised long ago, one he himself had initiated months earlier.

Jackson’s anger and resentment toward Taehyung had boiled over when Taehyung assumed the Minister position. Along with a faction of his party, he had plotted to eliminate him at the first opportunity. But over time, the bitterness had faded, swept away by his love for his pretty one. That love had transformed him completely — He no longer exerted political influence, avoided party affairs, and distanced himself from his fellow members. His mind and heart were consumed solely by the aching feeling of love.

In the midst of this new existence, he had completely forgotten about the plan, which his earlier orders had set into motion. Now, the attack had happened, and though Jackson was unaware of the details, he held himself fully responsible. If something happened to Taehyung, how would he face Jisoo? And what about Jungkook? That innocent boy would despise him for the rest of his life.

Jackson knew he had already lost his chance to be with Jungkook, but to live under the weight of his hatred was unbearable. With the help of the police, he brushed past the reporters’ questions and entered the hospital.

Walking through the corridor, he saw a silent figure. A woman, broken and grief-stricken, rested her head on her beloved's chest, her silent tears cascading over the man she trusted most. Standing beside Y/N, Yeonjun's voice grew harsher, laced with anger, as he asked, "WHY ARE YOU HERE? TO SEE IF MY BROTHER IS ALIVE OR DEAD? WAS YOUR ATTACK NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?"

Jackson lifted his eyes from Y/N's distressed face to meet Yeonjun’s fiery gaze, his voice soft but firm. "I had no intention of harming Taehyung. The politics I left behind then why would I destroy lives tied to it now? I won't deny my sins, I'm ready to admit my faults. But believe me, today's attack wasn’t my doing."

Y/N burned with rage, her voice cutting like molten lava. "How much longer will you hide behind your sins, Mr. Jackson? You’re a murderer, a destroyer. You killed your elder brother and tried to take my brother’s life too. How can someone stoop so low for power? You’re not a human, you’re a beast. Fear God! Atone for your sins. Do you see his lifeless form on the hospital bed? My brother's survival hangs by a thread. How many more lives will you ruin in your greed for power huh?”