"POSSESSION" II JJK X THV II 21+ TAEKOOK FF

18. Reunion

The tension was palpable as Hyungshik led Jungkook and Taehyung through the opulent building.

Every detail screamed wealth and power-gleaming marble floors, crystal chandeliers casting a cold, sterile light, and walls adorned with abstract art that likely cost more than some entire homes. Guards in impeccably tailored black suits stood at every corner, their eyes sharp and alert, tracking their movements without a word.

Jungkook couldn't shake the unease crawling up his spine. As they passed by, he caught the flicker of curiosity in some of the guards' eyes.

Do they already know everything about me?

He wondered, his heart pounding louder with every step.

Taehyung leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "They kept your dad here instead of the hospital? For security reasons?"

Jungkook glanced at him, his expression pensive. "Probably," he muttered. "After all... he isn't just a normal citizen."

They reached the elevator, its mirrored walls reflecting their tense expressions.

Hyungshik pressed the button for the 11th floor without a word. The ride was silent, the soft hum of the elevator only amplifying the weight of the moment.

Jungkook stared at the floor numbers ticking upward, his reflection faint in the polished doors. When they reached the 11th floor, the doors slid open with a quiet chime, revealing a dimly lit hallway. The dark carpet swallowed their footsteps, adding an eerie stillness to the air.

Hyunshik strode ahead, he led them to the end of the hallway where loomed a massive, intricately designed door, guarded by three imposing men.

They straightened upon seeing him, bowing respectfully before stepping aside without a word.

Hyunshik turned the handle, the heavy door opening with a subtle creak. He stepped back and gestured for them to enter.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, the reality of what lay ahead sinking in. His chest tightened as he drew a shaky breath.

Taehyung's hand found his arm, squeezing it gently in reassurance.

"I'm here," Taehyung said softly.

Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and stepped through the doorway, Taehyung close by his side.

They stepped inside together, the pungent, sterile scent of antiseptic and medicine hitting them like a wall.

The room was suffocating, its heavy black curtains and tinted glass blocking out every trace of sunlight. The dim artificial glow from a single medical monitor provided the only light, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Jungkook blinked, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. Gradually, the faint outlines in the room became clearer.

His breath hitched when he spotted the massive hospital bed at the center, surrounded by an array of machines humming softly, their lights blinking in monotonous rhythms.

On the bed lay a figure so frail it seemed otherworldly. The man's skeletal frame was shrouded in thin blankets, his pale skin almost translucent.

His face was sunken, his cheekbones sharp and pronounced, but even in this decrepit state, there was an undeniable trace of striking handsomeness.

The oxygen mask over his face fogged faintly with each shallow breath. IV lines ran down his arms, and monitors tracked his weak but steady vitals.

Jungkook's mind reeled.

This man... this frail, sickly man... was his biological father?

The truth of it felt surreal, like a cruel twist of fate played out in slow motion. Taehyung's steady presence beside him was the only thing grounding him at the moment.