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5 weeks later:
The golden morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their cozy Florence apartment. Taehyung sat curled on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, listening to Jeongguk’s familiar voice across continents.
Jeongguk (softly):
“Did you eat? I made sure I saw you brushing your teeth before bed.”
Taehyung laughed,
“Hyungie, I did. Did you eat dinner?”
They spoke for hours...about nothing and everything. About the garden balcony they planned to plant jasmine, about the first time they’d take a villa holiday in venice, about their eomma appa, about the serenity of Taehyung’s hand-made ginger tea.
As he ended the call, heart full, Taehyung smiled at the simplicity of their love. The day awaited..a gentle promise under Florence’s blue sky.
By mid-morning, Taehyung was deep into his internship at the quaint Florentine clinic.
His calm, reassuring demeanor with patients had earned their trust.
As he listened to an elderly patient’s concerns, his hands rhythmic on the files, stress finally crept in...he had forgotten to tie his shoelaces properly, a small oversight with a big consequence.
He bent too quickly, conversation flowing, and the chair beneath him tipped.
The world spun as he fell, knees hitting the hard floor. The patient gasped; Taehyung reached to steady himself but fell again harder.
His vision blurred. White coats rushed in. Panic and tenderness collided.
Ji Chang‑wook and Han Si‑woo were finishing their rounds outside the clinic when the screech of hurried footsteps from within shattered their composed vigil. A nurse rushed out:
“It’s Mr. Kim..please come in right now!”
Without a blink, Chang‑wook sprang forward. His polished façade melted as he and Si‑woo burst into the room. Chang‑wook’s heart thudded: the one place he couldn’t afford to fail.
They surged through the doors. Taehyung lay on the floor, dazed and vulnerable. The scene was chaotic, clinical staff rushing, but as soon as the two bodyguards appeared, everyone’s focus snapped to them.
Chang‑wook sternly whispered to a nurse,
“Sir, step back. Give him room.”
His gaze locked on Taehyung...every instinct steeled.
Si‑woo quickly checked Taehyung’s pulse and breathing, then looked up.
Si‑woo assured firmly,
“Young master, stay calm. Take slow breaths with me.”
"H-hyungie.." only word left Taehyung’s mouth.
Chang‑wook knelt, gently cradling Taehyung’s head,
“You’re safe. Don’t move...you hear me? I need you calm.”
He scanned the room, eyes narrowing at every movement.
Since they were already at the university hospital, even if it's a psychology department.. Dr Alessandro Ricci is a MD and can check upon taehyung for now. And they can move him to another department immediately inside the campus.
Chang‑wook called one staff near to him,
“Ask them to leave. Lock the door. Security, clear the hallway. And Where's the fucking doctor?”
Staff snapped into place rushing out to call the doctor, everyone totally silent but for Taehyung’s soft breaths.
Chang‑wook then turned and issued concise, commanding instructions.
“Security team..nobody in or out without my clearance. Keep this side locked. Si‑woo, monitor vitals. I’m not letting him out of sight.”
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SWEETHEART
Romance"I promise you, sweetheart. In this fucked up world of ours, we're meant for each other. Always have been, and always will be." Kim Taehyung ~ The Replaced Bride Of Jeon Jeongguk. A marriage saga.
