Three Hearts For One « P.JM , J.JK , K.TH »✓

Chapter Twenty Two

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Taehyung was surprised to see Jimin. Even if the older man tried to hide the large dark circles under his eyes with makeup, Taehyung could still see it. It was morning, and Taehyung was about to leave the mansion and attend a pending meeting when he stumbled upon Jimin on the way to his office to retrieve some paper.

He was wearing his Gucci printed suit when he saw Jimin appear in the hallway. The older was dressed well, ready for work, with his plain grey suit paired with plain grey trousers.

"It's nice to know that you're out now, I guess..." Taehyung smiled at Jimin, who just nodded. Both of them only stood there in silence, contemplating who would go to the business. "I think you should take a day to rest. You can work tomorrow" 

Ever since Jimin locked himself in his room with regrets and contemplation, Taehyung took most of the eldest's job. He's the only capable individual who can handle Jimin's part of the work, so he felt obligated to cover up for his brother. Teahyung's work doubled, but there was no room for compliance.

"That'll be nice. You sure you can handle it?" Jimin asked, removing his jacket. Now he's in his slacks and a white T-shirt.

"I think I can handle... See you later then. Oh! And Jungkook's on his morning run, Shang's still in the clinic," Taehyung said, about to take his leave when Jimin thanked him.

"Thank you for taking control, Taehyung..." But he didn't hear any reply of a welcome since Taehyung just nodded and left.

The middle already visited Shang when he woke up at four. She was sleeping peacefully, and it took Taehyung, his ninja skills, to walk back into his room unnoticed. It was because the visiting hours are still at six, a rule applied by their fathers to provide full recovery to the patients. Taehyung could do whatever the hell he wanted because he too owned the place, and he wouldn't let a doctor order him when or when not to come inside the clinic. But he rarely broke the rules, so there's this small glint of properness etched in his mind. She needs to rest, so the hours are helpful for her recovery.

Jimin ordered a random maid —when he went on the journey to the clinic— to fix his door and change the designs with an oak wood painted black door. He also told him to prepare breakfast for him and Shang.

The maid informed him that Jungkook had already brought Shang's breakfast before his morning jog. But his efforts weren't acknowledged because Shang refused to eat any of it. Jimin began to worry and started to wonder if injecting her nutrients was healthy.

He just hoped that today would be a change. It most certainly will.

When he halted in front of the clinic's white door, he hesitated whether to come in or knock. Right about an inch when his knuckle's about to hit the wooden surface, he left. He wasn't ready.

Walking to the garden, he picked a few growing flowers that looked appealing in his eyes. he tied the stems, making a small bouquet of freshly picked flowers. Maids greeted him all the way, but he didn't reply. Not that he normally would. He's too busy checking if the flowers are fresh and still alive.

Finally, having the courage to enter the clinic with a bouquet, the scene in front of him shattered his heart.

Shang was on the ground, puking on what seemed to be a trashcan near the restroom's door. With his heart that beats with worry. He threw the flowers onto a sofa and kneeled to pat her back.

She didn't seem to notice it as she continued puking all the liquid that she was surprised was in her system. Since she hadn't eaten any solid food, her puking was painful and dry. It emptied her digestive system when she puked nothing out but air. She began to catch her breath with the help of Jimin's masculine hands who cares gently on her back.