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At the top of the city stands a hospital built on legacy, silence, and impossible expectations.
Kim Taehyung was raised inside its walls. A surgical prodigy, beautiful and untouchable, heir to a name that demands perfection. His hands never shake. His voice never rises. Grief taught him control, and control became his armor. In the operating room, he is precise, fearless, almost inhuman. Outside it, he is closed glass, reflecting the world without letting it in.
Then Jeon Jungkook arrives.
New. Alexithymic . Brilliant in ways that do not announce themselves. He speaks rarely, and when he does, he speaks only truth. He sees patterns others miss, hears what machines cannot say, and feels the world too loudly to pretend otherwise. He does not flirt. He does not soften. He does not know how to name what happens inside his chest when Taehyung stands too close.
Their connection is not loud.
It is surgical.
Silence stretches between them like a held breath. Hands move in perfect sync. Eyes linger one second too long. Jungkook learns Taehyung's rhythm before he learns his smile. Taehyung learns Jungkook's tells before he learns his fears.
"You disrupt my thinking," Jungkook says once.
It is the closest thing to a confession either of them has ever known.
In a place where mistakes cost lives and emotions are liabilities, desire becomes dangerous. Love is not soft here. It is restraint. It is trust. It is choosing not to cross a line even when every instinct begs you to.
Because some fires do not roar.
They burn steady, quiet, and consuming.
And when glass finally cracks, it does not shatter gently.
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook