🥀In the underworld of betrayal and bullets, love is the cruelest enemy.❤️🩹
🍂Two mafia rivals bound in marriage, torn by hate, trapped by desire.✨
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Kim Taehyung, the ruthless Mafia king, killing anyone mercilessly who gets in his way, his pier...
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Author POV
Tae: d-doctor.. can I.. can i see her?
Doctor: sure.. why not? Just wait until we shift her to the private ward.
Although Taehyung was eager-aching-to see her, to meet her, to apologize, he nodded in understanding, forcing himself to stay patient.
The doctor was about to leave when jisoo stopped him.
Jisoo: doctor.. w-which room no. in you're gonna shift her?
Doctor: oh.. you can wait at room no. 89. It's the VIP ward. You all can wait infront of it. We'll be shifting her to the ward in around 10 mins.
Jisoo: thank you.. thank you so much.
He smiled and left.
Scene shift
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All of them were Waiting for the doctor to come. Yn was already inside the ward. They all were just waiting for the doctor to come and have the final checkup.
Not in a minute or so, the doctor came with some of the nurses.
Outside, Taehyung watched through the glass as the doctor examined Yn. Suddenly, she started to stir, her body shifting slightly against the hospital bed.
His breath hitched.
His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles whitening. He wanted to rush inside, but his feet felt glued to the ground.
The doctor signaled the nurses to check the monitors and adjust the IV.
Doctor: she's regaining consciousness.
the doctor murmured, checking her pulse.
Taehyung felt his throat tighten. He was torn between relief and guilt. He wanted to rush inside, to hold her hand and beg for her forgiveness, but his feet refused to move.
