MY WIFE

CHAPTER: 26

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Jungkook trembles in his sleep as the images in the dream felt all too real. He could hear the sharp sound of gunshots echoing around him, his breath hitching as a faceless figure emerged from the chaos and grabbed his arm. "Jungkook, stay here," the figure said in a soft yet firm voice, pulling him to the safety of a nearby pillar. The figure's touch was tender as it gently caressed his cheek, and though Jungkook couldn't see his face, he found himself nodding in silent agreement, trusting him But in the blink of an eye, everything shifted. He didn’t know how or why, but suddenly he was in front of an unfamiliar blonde-haired man. The man's expression was frozen in horror, and before Jungkook could process what was happening, a sharp pain exploded in his head, He had been shot. As his knees buckled, a strong arm caught him just before he could hit the ground. "No, Jungkook!" a voice called out, full of panic and desperation. He couldn’t see the speaker’s face, but their voice filled with worry it felt familiar and filled with pure concern. The person lightly patted his cheek, asking him to stay awake. "Jungkook, you're going to be okay. We’ll get you to the hospital. Please, don’t close your eyes! Jungkook, stay with me! Jungkook!"

With a sharp gasp, Jungkook woke up, bolting upright in bed, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. His wide eyes immediately landed on the face of the man who was now his husband. Taehyung who was sitting at the edge of the bed, looked pale and worried. "Are you okay? You were tremblingin your sleep" Taehyung asked softly, his voice laced with worry as he leaned closer.

Jin, who had been lightly dozing on a chair nearby, rushed to Jungkook’s side, “Oh my god what happened Kookie. Are you alright? You are sweating". He worriedly asked

Jimin entered the room a moment later with a bottle of water, his face etched with concern. “what happened?” he asked, " kookie might had a nightmare" jin said while taking the bottle from him and poured it in glass , he handed it to jungkook who took it with shaky hands.

Jungkook nodded slowly, still catching his breath. “I don’t… it felt so real,” he whispered before taking a sip.

noticing Jungkook’s sweaty face, taehyung instinctively grabbed a tissue box and leaned forward to wipe it off. But before he could, Jungkook flinched back slightly, pulling away.

“Thanks,” Jungkook mumbled awkwardly, taking the tissue box from Taehyung and wiping his face himself.

The rejection was like a punch to Taehyung’s chest. He stepped back, his expression fall, but he tried to mask it. Jin sighed softly, as he watched the interaction.

“Do you want more water?” Jimin asked gently, taking the glass from Jungkook.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, I’m fine now.” He leaned back, letting out a long breath.

Jin adjusted the blanket over Jungkook and softly ran his fingers through his hair. “Sleep well, Kookie,” he said tenderly. Jimin gave Jungkook’s hand a light squeeze before standing to leave.

Taehyung hesitated as his eyes lingering on Jungkook. “Good night, bun ,” he said softly, then turned and followed Jin and Jimin out of the room.
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Its been a week and Jungkook’s recovery was progressing steadily. He could now walk with assistance, and his strength was slowly returning. However, Taehyung’s heart grew heavier each day. Jungkook still seemed distant and uneasy around him, and the guilt was eating away at him.

One night, Taehyung and Yoongi stayed in Jungkook’s room while Jin and Jimin rested. Namjoon and Hoseok had left to handle matters with their men. Yoongi glanced at Taehyung, who sat slumped in a chair, his face pale and tired.