| Misunderstanding | KTH✔️

8

"We are going to meet the specialist tomorrow." Taehyung said, walking inside the room and you left a small breath out. "How many specialists will we consult Taehyung? Everyone is saying the same thing. I might not surv-" you couldn't complete the sentence as he sealed his lips with yours, preventing you from uttering the things that he despised the most. His hope was the only light in his gloomy life and he wasn't letting it fade by anyone. Not even you.

"Will you ever let me complete it?" You smiled a little, resting your forehead against his, you both panting. "Not if you try saying the same shit!" He snarled, but didn't leave you. "When I said that nothing will happen to you, I meant it." Caressing your cheek softly, he looked at the door as some footsteps approached the two. "Mumma" Taemin beamed inside, throwing his school bag away. 

"Baby no. Bad manners." You showed him your big eyes but he only giggled, jumping up for you to pick him up which you did, later picking up his bag from the floor. Taehyung watched the two of you, silently promising himself to not let anything to hamper this little family of his.
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"She will survive right?" Taehyung laid his hopeful eyes on the doctor, who sighed a little but still smiled at him. "Mr.Kim. The chances are very less." Taehyung's face fell badly and he licked his lower lip. "But there is a chance." The doctor added a little later and that was all for him to revive back his confidence.

"We need to do the operation as soon as possible" Taehyung nodded his head vigorously, smiling a little in hope. He was very clear in his mind about not losing you at any cost. You were his everything and he wasn't willing to die this soon and hence you were needed to live too.
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Opening the door of your house, you saw a young lady standing at the doorstep, with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. "Yes? Do you need anyone?" You raised your brows at her who gave you a soft smile in return. "Umm...I am Susan. Mr.Kim's secretary" You smiled a little before giving some space for her to enter inside.

"These are for you." She forwarded the bouquet to you. "You didn't had to…" you said politely, accepting the bouquet. "Sit please. I will bring something for you" You directed towards the sofa but she denied, insisting you to sit with her. "I am sorry Mrs.Kim" you quivered your brows as soon as she apologized.

"I am sorry for falling in love with your husband and trying to woo him." She lowered her lashes in shame and you just sat there idly, not knowing how to react. "I agree that  I wanted to have him for myself but seeing the amount of love and loyalty he had for you, made me ashamed of my deeds." She looked up at you again.

"You must be knowing this already but still I want to tell you. He really is a keeper. A man who loves you with every bit of him. If it would have been possible, I would have even given my life to you so that he is never heartbroken." Your eyes filled up with tears and she placed her palm over yours.

"I came here to give my good wishes Mrs.Kim. Please don't lose the hope to live. You have to live for him because he might die without you." You shook your head, too overwhelmed to speak anything and she left with a good note and a warm hug.
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Taehyung was surprised when you agreed to get admitted to the hospital without throwing any tantrums. When he informed you about the operation, you felt a tug in your heart but seeing his eyes full of expectations, you gave in and agreed. Even Taemin was acting mature enough and didn't bother you at all.

You felt like God was giving you a last few moments of peace. "You will be completely fine." He caressed your hairs, pecking your forehead but a tear rolled down from your eyes, sliding through your temple, down into your hairs. "I am scared Tae." You held his hand more tightly, as the time was nearing.

"You will be fine." He chanted again and again. "Will I be able to see you and Taemin again?" Your eyes wandered around his face. "You look so beautiful." He pecked your cheeks. "Tell me something I don't know." A light chuckle left his mouth and you smiled too with him.

"You know that I love you right?" He kissed your hand, which he was holding. "Yes baby." You whispered. "You trust me right?" You nodded your head and he smiled at you. "Then trust me when I say this. Taemin is yet to get a little sister from us." He chimed and you smiled at him, silently crying with him.
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Seokjin rubbed Taehyung's back as he was sitting outside the operation theatre. Liz and Susan were also present there. Taemin was at Seokjin's place with his parents and he didn't even throw any tantrums and was understanding enough to stay there without any questions.

"She will be fine right?" No matter how tough he was acting in front of you, his heart was beating rapidly in fear of losing you. Instead of waking up without you, he wanted never to wake up at all. "She will" Seokjin assured him while he clutched his chest which was paining slightly. "Are you fine Taehyung?" He asked worriedly, as he saw his pain stricken face.

Though the pain which he was feeling in his chest was increasing, yet he saw the red bulb of the operation theatre go off and stood up with the support of the wall. "y...y/n.." he whispered as soon as the doctor came out. The look of dismay on the doctor's face didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Tell me she is f-fine" he took scared and slow steps towards the doctor who simply lowered his head, saying something which Taehyung never wanted to hear. "I am sorry Mr.Kim." Taehyung felt the pain in his chest rise up and now it was unbearable for him to even stand properly.

He fell down on the floor, leaving everyone shocked and gasping. They immediately rushed towards him and the doctor called out for the wardboy and nurses and took him inside a room to check him up.

"It was a heart attack."

The people standing there bursted out in tears of sorrow, gasping at the two of you's ill fate.