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The room was dimly lit when Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, lashes damp from feverish sleep. His throat was dry, his chest tight — and a dull ache throbbed behind his eyes as he blinked up at the ceiling, unfamiliar and yet... familiar. It's the same old mansion where he moved after marriage.
A sharp gasp left him before he could control it — his heart racing, his breath short and desperate. His body trembled violently as flashes hit him all at once —
A wedding ring shoved onto his finger.
The pain in his chest.
Taehyung’s cold eyes.
The horrific dim room.
Jennie's smirking face.
The slap.
A gunshot.
A scream—
“Jungkook!”
A pair of arms held his shoulders, another hand pressed to his forehead.
“Hey, hey, calm down! You’re safe now!” Jin’s voice was frantic, and Jimin appeared right behind him, equally worried.
“Hyung—” Jungkook’s voice cracked, raw and helpless.
“You fainted,” Jimin said softly, his eyes glassy with worry. “You’ve been out for hours.”
“I… I…” Jungkook couldn’t find the words. The tightness in his chest grew unbearable as a flood of memories tore through him like a storm. He clutched the bedsheet, knuckles turning white.
Then, without warning, he broke.
A sob wracked his chest as he grabbed Jin, burying his face into his shoulder like a child seeking warmth after a nightmare. Jin hugged him tight, rubbing his back gently.
“It’s okay, Kookie… You’re safe now. I swear, no one’s going to hurt you.”
But Jungkook only cried harder — not because of fear, but because of knowing.
Because now he remembered everything.
The abuse. The humiliation. The way Taehyung’s eyes had turned cold.
The loneliness. The truth.
And then… the love that had once been there. That still ached to be there.
When his sobs finally slowed into quiet whimpers, he pulled back, his eyes puffy, cheeks wet.
“Where… where’s Taehyung?” he asked, voice trembling.
Jin exchanged a glance with Jimin before replying carefully, “He’s resting. In the other room. He lost a lot of blood. He passed out after… everything. He hasn’t woken up yet.”
Jungkook nodded faintly.
But he didn’t say anything else.
He didn’t say he remembered.
Not yet.
That evening, the mansion was still and eerily quiet. The golden-orange hue of the sunset filtered in through the hallway windows as Jungkook stood in front of Taehyung’s door, his hand hovering inches away from the handle.
He stared at it for what felt like forever.
And then — slowly — he pushed it open.
The room was silent, save for the faint beeping of the heart monitor and the low hum of the air conditioner. Taehyung lay in the middle of the bed, chest slowly rising and falling. His arm was bandaged; his shoulder covered in thick gauze.
He looked pale. Fragile. Nothing like the monster Jungkook had once believed him to be.
Jungkook stepped inside, barely breathing.
He sat on the armchair by the bed and stared at the sleeping man in front of him.
His eyes burned again.
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