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Jungkook stood frozen outside the hospital room, his fingers tightening around the handle of the fruit basket. His heart pounded, and he kept asking himself the same question: Why am I even here? He could’ve just sent a message, or flowers… but somehow, he’d ended up here. Taking a shaky breath, he raised his hand and knocked.
“Come in,” came Bogum’s voice from inside.
Jungkook stepped in, eyes falling on Bogum, who was trying to sit up straighter in bed. There was a flicker of surprise on Bogum’s face, quickly replaced by a soft smile.
“Oh, Kookie… I didn’t expect you. How are you?” Bogum’s voice was gentle, familiar, and somehow unsettling.
“I’m fine,” Jungkook said quietly. “How about you? Is everything alright?”
Bogum nodded. “Better now that you’re here. Please, sit.”
Reluctantly, Jungkook settled into the chair beside the bed, placing the fruit basket on the table. His body was tense, his hands resting stiffly on his knees.
“You didn’t have to bring anything,” Bogum said, his voice warm. “Just seeing you… it means a lot.”
Jungkook forced a small smile, unsure how to respond. He was already counting down the seconds until he could leave.
Sensing the awkwardness, Bogum reached out and gently took Jungkook’s hand in his. The touch sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.
“What’s wrong? You look nervous,” Bogum asked softly.
Startled, Jungkook quickly pulled his hand back. “No, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.”
Bogum nodded, dropping his gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. The silence that followed felt heavy, pressing on Jungkook’s chest. Finally, Bogum spoke again, his tone softer than before.
“Kookie… are you happy?”
Jungkook blinked. "Huh?”
“Does he… keep you happy?” Bogum’s eyes met his, full of something between sadness and longing. “He doesn’t do those things to you anymore, right?”
A frown creased Jungkook’s brows. “What things?”
Bogum let out a slow breath, and said with a sad smile “How can I forget... you don’t remember. Anything about him… or about us.”
Jungkook stiffened, confusion swirling inside him. “What are you trying to say, Bogum?”
Bogum drew in a breath, as if it pained him. “You know why he married you, don’t you? It was never about love. It was control. You and Taehyung were friends in high school, but when you tried to break free, he couldn’t stand it. Later, when you crossed paths again, he pretended to care—married you. But he and Jennie made your life hell. He locked you up. He abused you.”
Jungkook’s pulse raced, anger rising in his chest. “That’s not true! I do remember things—and how would you know all this when my hyungs, my friends, never said anything like that?”
“Because you confided in me, Kookie. You and I… we loved each other,” Bogum said, his voice trembling with false sincerity. “We kept it secret because you were scared. We’d meet when we could, talk, plan. And when Taehyung found out…” Bogum’s hand clenched into a fist. “He beat me, locked you away, let Jennie torment you. The night we tried to escape… he shot at me. But you—you stepped in front of me. Took the bullet. I was terrified, Kookie.”
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