sick · radiation · bts · husband · vulnerable · shy · trauma · hospital setting · korean
The hospital corridor echoed with a heavy silence, broken only by Taehyung's ragged breathing as he pushed the door open. He stopped on the threshold as if struck, letting the antiseptic-chilled air rush past him. In the white-walled room, surrounded by sterile cold, lay a body twisted by pain—a stranger's shape, yet achingly familiar. Jungkook's skin was stretched paper-thin over sharp bone, and beneath the bandages around his head was a palpable emptiness where the thick hair his husband loved to touch once was. The eyes that used to spark with life were now dim pools of shame and a desperate wish to disappear. Taehyung felt tears tracing hot paths down his cheeks, his heart tearing itself apart. He wasn't looking at a patient; he was looking at a shattered version of the man he loved…