𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter sixty-one

-#[continuation of Jungkook's pov]:

"Search them in hell if needed," I said, my voice low, quiet, and terrifyingly steady. "I need to see them before me dead or alive as soon as possible."

He looked at me in silence for a long moment, then gave a single, grim nod. "I'll make sure they're tracked down."

But he didn't leave. He stayed rooted in place, a tension in his posture that said there was more.

My eyes, heavy and raw, shifted to him. I watched him hesitate, his own gaze flicking toward her door like he was seeking permission from someone who couldn't give it.

"What is it?" I asked, the words scraped raw from my throat.

He debated for a second, then the words came out in a rush. "The reporters. They're camped at the main gates. Security can't move them. They're demanding a statement."

He ran a hand over his face, looking as tired as I felt. "And since Ethan Seo released his statement-with proof that all the accusations against you were fabricated by your brother-everything has shifted."

He shoved a file into my hands. The pages were crisp, the ink holding the story of my vindication. "The corruption charges have been officially redirected. Taesan and Jeon Corp are in the clear. Our former partners are already calling, begging to reopen every project they abandoned."

He finished, and the silence that followed was thick and suffocating. I stared at the file in my hands. It held my freedom, my reputation, my empire-everything I was supposed to care about.

And all I could think was that my wife was on the other side of that door, and a pack of vultures wanted a quote.

A bitter, hollow sound escaped me. It wasn't a laugh. It was the sound of something breaking.

"They want a statement?" My voice was quiet, dangerously calm.

I looked from the file in my hands to the door that kept me from her.

I let the folder drop. It hit the floor with a slap, papers scattering across the sterile tiles.

"My statement is that my wife is fighting for her life in this hospital," I said, my voice low but shaking with a fury held together by sheer will. "And if one more person asks me about business, stocks, or my goddamn reputation, I will burn every last bit of it to the ground myself."

I turned my back on him and the scattered pages of my restored life, my hand finding the cold wall for support as I faced her door again.

"Now get them away from here."

He still didn't move. "Sir, we tried. They're not listening to-"

"Then use force if you have to," I cut him off, my voice a low, controlled tremor. I clenched my jaw, holding back a wave of pure rage.

"I don't care what you do. Just... make it happen."

Silence. I could feel his gaze heavy on my back. He stood there for a long moment before I heard the rustle of paper as he gathered the scattered documents from the floor.

"As you say."

His footsteps faded down the hall, leaving me alone again in the suffocating quiet. My entire world had shrunk to this stretch of hallway and the closed door.

I don't know how long I stood there. A minute. An hour. Time had lost all meaning.

Finally, the door opened.

The doctors emerged, their expressions weary but not grim. They spoke in hushed tones for a moment before one left and the other turned toward me. I was already moving, closing the distance between us.