Once Upon A Broken Heart || Taekook

Chapter 53 - Get me out!

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The balcony was cloaked in a veil of midnight stillness, the soft hum of the city below barely reaching the heights of the mansion. Jungkook stood leaning against the railing, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the faint moonlight. His dark hair was tousled, the night breeze brushing through it as his fingers twirled a cigarette.

Behind him, Taehyung lay curled up on the bed, a soft blanket draped over his slim frame, his face nestled into the pillow with an expression of peaceful surrender. His chest rose and fell steadily, oblivious to the turmoil Jungkook was carrying.

Jungkook lit the cigarette, the tiny flame flickering before the ember began to glow faintly. He took a long drag, the nicotine burning his throat and flooding his lungs, but it wasn't enough to numb the weight pressing against his chest.

As he exhaled, the smoke curled upwards, disappearing into the night. His free hand held his phone, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. The name "Hobi Hyung" flashed across it, but Jungkook didn't answer immediately. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he stared at the name, a sharp reminder of the shadows that still lurked in their lives.

Finally, with a reluctant sigh, he swiped to answer, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Yeah, tell me hyung?" Jungkook's voice was low, measured, but beneath the calm exterior was an edge of tension.

On the other end, Hoseok's usual lively tone was noticeably absent. Instead, his voice carried a seriousness that made Jungkook's stomach tighten.

"Jungkook, there's been some movement," Hoseok began, choosing his words carefully. "She's not sitting idle. She's been pulling every string she can, trying to make a deal. It seems like she's desperate to get out."

Jungkook's grip on the cigarette tightened, his knuckles whitening as he took another puff, the glowing tip reflecting the storm in his dark eyes.

"She's trying to cut deals? With who?" Jungkook asked coldly, his gaze flickering back into the room where Taehyung was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the storm brewing beyond his dreams.

"She's throwing money around, trying to bribe people on the inside. Lawyers, connections she's using all of them. It's not just her; someone out there is helping her. We're still trying to figure out who." Hoseok paused, and for a moment, all Jungkook could hear was the distant hum of the city and the quiet sound of Taehyung's breathing.

"Does she think I'd let her walk free?" Jungkook muttered, his voice dropping to an icy whisper. His eyes lingered on Taehyung's sleeping form, memories of the accident flashing through his mind. Taehyung's fragile body in a hospital bed, the blood, the uncertainty it all came rushing back, igniting a fire in his chest.

"She knows we are watching, but she's counting on wearing you down. And Jungkook..." Hoseok hesitated, his voice lowering, "...there's talk that she's targeting him again. Nothing confirmed, but we're keeping an eye out."

Jungkook remained by the balcony railing, his gaze drifting through the open doorway to where Taehyung lay. The soft moonlight illuminated the bed, casting a gentle glow over Taehyung's serene figure. He watched as Taehyung shifted slightly, his hand instinctively clutching the edge of the blanket tighter, a faint murmur escaping his lips.

"She won't touch him," Jungkook said firmly, the words a vow as much as a warning.

"She won't," Hoseok reassured. "Yoongi and I are making sure of it. But Jungkook, don't underestimate her. She's as cunning as ever, and desperate people are dangerous."