MY WIFE

CHAPTER: 27

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The lingering silence in the hospital room was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his bed, avoiding Taehyung’s gaze. Taehyung sat on the chair beside him, his posture tense, hands gripping his knees as he was holding himself back from saying or doing something that might worsen the gap between them.

“Do you need anything? Water? Or Another pillow?” Taehyung asked, his voice soft yet hesitant.

Jungkook shook his head. “No… I’m fine.” His tone was polite but distant, as if speaking to a stranger.

Taehyung’s heart sank at the indifference. He had always been attuned to Jungkook’s emotions, but now, he couldn’t read him. Jungkook’s blank expressions, the polite yet distant replies and sometimes a little rude—it was all so unfamiliar, and it broke Taehyung a little more each day.

Jin entered with a tray of food, breaking the awkward silence. “Kookie, I brought your favorite soup. Eat up; you need your strength,” Jin said with a bright smile. He placed the tray on the table and adjusted the bed for Jungkook to sit up comfortably.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a small smile. “Thanks, Jin-hyung,” he said warmly, the tone different from the one he used with Taehyung.

Taehyung looked down at his hands, pretending not to notice the difference, even though the pang on in chest hurts and was undeniable.
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*A Week Later

Jungkook’s recovery had progressed well. The doctors had finally approved his discharge, much to everyone’s relief. The atmosphere in the hospital room was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jin and Jimin busied themselves packing Jungkook’s belongings, while Taehyung stood awkwardly in the corner, unsure of how to insert himself into the moment.

“Alright, Kookie, ready to go?” Jin asked cheerfully as he zipped up the last bag.

Jungkook nodded, adjusting the sleeves of the oversized hoodie Jimin had brought him. “Yeah… I guess.”

Taehyung stepped forward. “The car’s ready. Let me help you,” he said, reaching for Jungkook’s arm to support him.

Jungkook instinctively stepped back, his eyes flickering with discomfort. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Jin and Jimin exchanged a look, “Let’s go, Kookie,” Jimin said quickly, wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders as they walked out of the room.

Taehyung followed silently, his heart heavy with the widening distance between him and Jungkook.
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At Taehyung’s Mansion

The grand entrance of the mansion loomed before them, its intricate architecture and luxurious ambiance a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment. Jungkook stared at the massive structure, feeling overwhelmed.

'oh my god this house so big' jungkook thought before asking

“This… is your house?” his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Our house,” Taehyung corrected softly, smiling to himself, this was the mansion in which he felt like home than the others. it's his only place where he could relax and get peace.

Jungkook didn’t respond, his expression unreadable as he stepped inside but in inside he was a little excited. The interior was just as grand, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and art pieces adorning the walls. It felt cold and unfamiliar, much like his relationship with Taehyung.

Jin and Jimin helped Jungkook settle into a room that was clearly designed with him in mind. The walls were painted in soft tones, and the shelves were filled with books and items that seemed to reflect his personality.