Right One

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲

[This needs stop! 😭 This book— already on the 70th part and there are still secrets, when tf am I going to finish this? Help—]
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A/n pov:

The hospital hallway illuminated with soft dim light, as hunched figures sat in rows, surrounded by tense silence. The only sound could be heard was the soft beep of heart monitor and occasional rustle of doctors moving around the hallway, going in and out of patients rooms, checking up on them, making sure everything is running smoothly and the sicks are healing, getting healthy and not facing any complications.

The only figure standing outside the VIP cabin slowly knelt on the floor, closing his eyes as a lone tear rolled down his bread cheek.

With a flick of his fingers, he wiped the tear away and brought his knees close to his chest, curling himself into a ball as the others stated at him with so many emotions— understanding, rage, pity, sympathy and happiness.. genuine happiness.

“Was it planned?” a rough voice, barely containing it's anger inside, asked. Voice far too calm for the situation at hand.

There hadn't been any response. Only a tiny shake of head and a soft sniffle.

The silence stretched for a little longer and the curled up figure decided to break it.

“I love him. I know, most of you won't believe me, but I do. I'm obsessed with him, addicted to him— that much you know. Then how can I do something like this to him? He's young, mentally and emotionally still wounded, still healing. He needs time to get himself together, not some burden or problems to deal with. I swear, I never intended to to push him this far. Why would I? When i know very well this could worsen the situation by all means?! He— he'll get more vulnerable, fragile. He needed love, care, attention. Space. Some time to heal, to treat his scars— not physical, but mental. His spirit is broken, emotional state vulnerable, mental health, barely holding back, brink of collapse. Why would i—”

He was cutted off in the middle when the same person who'd questioned him came forward and embraced him.

“Shush! It's ok, it's fine. I'm here, we are here. We will get through this. Together. Don't worry, calm down. Take deep breathes for me— hmm. Good.” the elder man held the hunched figure against his chest, almost cradling him, and patted his head— he knew, more than anyone, or so he thought, he needed this reassurance. Taehyung needed this.

He felt Taehyung nodding his head slowly against his chest and he exhaled the breathe he didn't know was holding, quite loudly, relief washing over him.

Soon, a doctor emerged from Jungkook's private VIP cabin and strolled towards them, staring at all of them with a sympathetic smile as he watched Taehyung got on his feet and dusted his clothes— he was the CEO of Kim Corporation for god's sake!

Man got a reputation to maintain.

“I think all of you are aware of how the patient's mental health is right now.” the doctor took a pause, waiting for a response, verbal or not, and hummed lightly when Taehyung just nodded his head, not taking his eyes off the doctor, meeting his gaze with such intensity it contrasted brutally with his earlier breakdown.

“You must know that it's harmful for him right now, then? It could affect his life, married or not. I have all of his reports with me, and i personally think, as a professional, it wasn't supposed to happen. It's not the time. He needed time to strengthen his mental health, not watch it crumble down, or get more fragile. But the situation, however, had made this way worse. I'd suggest for him to console a psychiatrist to get through this safely...” and the doctor hesitated, only a little to continue further and waited for a second, his words sinking in.