Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook] Completed ✅

"I Have Always Been With You"

Hours earlier, the air had been heavy with desperation at the guest house. Jungkook had collapsed to his knees the moment he saw Jin, his face streaked with tears as he choked out,
"This is all my fault... I should've been there for him."

Jimin knelt beside him, his voice gentle but firm as he tried to console his mate.
"Jungkook, blaming yourself won't help Jin now. We need to focus on him."

But Jungkook couldn't stop sobbing, the weight of his neglect crushing him. Even Grandma, usually strong and composed, was visibly shaken, her hands trembling as she murmured a prayer for Jin's recovery.

The doctor's efforts at the guest house had proven futile. Jin remained unconscious, his condition worsening. When Yoongi arrived in the private helicopter, his confident demeanor crumbled the moment he saw Jin. His cries filled the room as he fell to his knees beside the bed, gripping Jin's hand tightly.
"Jin, please! Open your eyes. Don't do this to me!"

Taehyung, though equally devastated, gathered the strength to comfort Yoongi. Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he said through his own tears,
"We'll take him to Seoul. He'll get the best care there."

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The helicopter ride to Seoul felt endless. Taehyung and Yoongi sat on either side of Jin, watching him with bated breath. Yoongi's hand never left Jin's, and Taehyung kept whispering,
"Hold on, Jin. Just a little longer."

Upon arrival at Seoul Main Hospital, a team of specialists was already waiting. Jin was whisked away to the ICU, leaving Taehyung and Yoongi to pace the waiting room in restless agony.

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As evening turned into night, the two men remained steadfast by Jin's side, refusing to leave him alone. Namjoon and Hoseok visited briefly, their faces etched with worry. Namjoon placed a comforting hand on Yoongi's shoulder, saying,
"Jin is a fighter. He'll pull through."

Hoseok added softly,
"Call us if there's any change. We're just a call away."

After they left, the room was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines.

Yoongi sat slumped in a chair, his face buried in his hands. "I promised to protect him," he whispered hoarsely. "And I failed."

The room was eerily quiet, the faint hum of machines creating a haunting backdrop. At around 5 a.m., Jin's eyes fluttered open. He felt frail, as if all strength had drained from his body. His gaze swept the room, landing on Taehyung, who sat slumped in a chair beside him, tightly holding his hand even in his sleep. Across the room, Yoongi lay on the sofa, his face etched with worry even in unconsciousness.

Jin's weak voice broke the silence, trembling as he asked, "Mom... Dad... have you come to take me?"

Taehyung stirred instantly at the sound, his eyes snapping open. Relief washed over him, and tears slid down his cheeks as he leaned forward to press a trembling kiss on Jin's forehead.
"Jin, you're awake," Taehyung whispered, his voice breaking.

Yoongi woke up with a start and rushed to Jin's side, grabbing his free hand tightly as tears spilled from his eyes.
"Jin, you're awake now. I'll take you to the best hospital," Yoongi choked out, his voice shaking. "You'll recover, just like before. I promise."

Jin's parents' spirits, unseen by all, stand near the door, watching with sorrow. Mrs. Min's voice echoes in Jin's mind.
"Jin, embrace your Alpha for the last time. Pour all your love into this moment... and then, we'll take you to our world."

Mr. Min's voice follows, heavy with sadness.
"Taehyung is crying for you, my son. Don't leave him with regrets."

Jin blinks, his face clouded with confusion.
"I can't remember, Mom... Who is Tae?"