--? The world is cruel, Mr. Kim. Don't believe me? Try seeing it through my eyes-a crowd of deceivers calmly destroying lives. Tell me, do you ever look in the mirror? Can you face that deceitful reflection? Doesn't it sicken you? Because it sickens...
Jungkook shut his eyes, completely ignoring the minister. He had neither the energy nor the desire to argue. This man’s mouth ran like an unstoppable train - once it started, it didn’t stop.
Seeing Jungkook close his eyes, Taehyung smirked in victory. Finally, some peace. Now, this was talent. Other husbands should learn from him. If only he had the time, he could open a coaching center—helping poor, suffering husbands train their wives. What a noble public service that would be.
Yeonjun texted Taehyung, asking him to come outside. Taehyung hadn’t eaten anything in the past two days. On top of that, the pain in his chest was growing worse. The doctor had prescribed several tests, but the minister had been glued to Jungkook’s cabin beside his wifey, refusing to leave for even a second.
Yoongi had stayed with them all day yesterday but left in the morning with Soobin to go home. He planned to return in the evening after finishing work. Taehyung had canceled all upcoming political meetings for the next few days, and Namjoon would be handling office matters in his absence.
Upon receiving Yeonjun’s message, Taehyung stepped out of the cabin. Exhaustion was evident in his blood drained face and posture, and Yeonjun himself looked equally drained.
--" I brought your clothes, sir. Please freshen up and eat something. The food is ready. You also need to get your tests done. Please don’t refuse this time.
Hearing Yeonjun’s pleading voice, Taehyung gave a faint smile. Looking up at the sky with weary eyes, he spoke in a melancholic tone,
--" Why do people fail to see the love in someone’s eyes, Jun? Eyes are the mirror of the soul, aren’t they? But my beloved can't see the love, the pain, the hurt reflected in mine. How am I supposed to accept this defeat? Let him hurt me, let him push me away, I’ll endure it. But how do I bear the fact that he doesn’t understand the language of my eyes? The person who rules my heart gives me nothing but emptiness in return. It’s unbearable. You know, since childhood, I’ve only ever received neglect. I’m exhausted from carrying the weight of being overlooked by my own people. Tell me, Jun, which of my wounds will you heal? My dearest ones wound me over and over again. Wounds need balm to heal, but if the same spot keeps getting struck, how will it ever recover? Forget all this. Go home and rest. If I need anything, I’ll call you.
With that, Taehyung turned and walked back to Jungkook’s cabin again. Yeonjun stood there in silence, his heart aching. He understood Taehyung’s pain. He had been a shadow behind his sir for years, witnessing every sleepless night. He had seen how Taehyung, a strong and composed man, would break down and cry on the balcony in the middle of the night. Watching him in such agony for his love had often brought tears to Yeonjun’s own eyes.
Every word Jungkook spoke hurt Taehyung deeply. Even though Taehyung pretended to brush it off with a smile, Yeonjun knew the truth—his sir was drinking poison behind that wide smile.
Sometimes, Yeonjun felt sorry for Jungkook. He was oblivious to the love he was being showered with. If one day he lost Taehyung, he would cry bitterly, but it would be too late.
After the long waited fifteen days, Jungkook was finally able to hold his twins daughters. He himself wasn’t fully recovered yet, which was why he was still in the hospital.
Namjoon visited his granddaughters every day, but Rosa hadn’t come even once. Jin had visited a few times, but Taehyung had firmly requested him to stay at home. Jin's only job now was to keep an eye on Rosa—there would be no more leniency toward her.
Holding the babies in his arms, Jungkook couldn't hold back his tears. Taehyung watched his princesses with eyes full of emotion. Perhaps this was the happiest moment of his life.
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A nurse came in and gently suggested that Jungkook should feed the babies. He fidgeted uncomfortably, sneaking glances at Taehyung before quickly lowering his eyes. However, the minister kept his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook. When the nurse insisted again, the younger hesitated before mumbling,
--" Ask others to leave.
It was as if Taehyung had been waiting for those words. Without breaking his serious expression, he firmly ordered the nurse,
--" Out.
The nurse, sensing his authority, left without a word. Jungkook was stunned.
--" I meant you!
--" Why would you need her when I’m here? I’ll help you. There’s no privacy between us, wifey. These moments are very precious. In your pain and happiness, I am your only partner. You don’t need anyone else but me.
As he spoke, Taehyung stepped closer, offering his support while standing protectively beside Jungkook.
--" Does it hurt to sit?
Jungkook shook his head, not trusting his voice. When he met Taehyung’s eyes, his heart wavered. It was hard to believe that this man had killed his father. But Taehyung’s unpredictable nature and his own confession kept twisting Jungkook’s thoughts into chaos. He felt like he was losing himself in this turmoil.
If Taehyung truly was his father’s murderer, Jungkook would make sure he suffered unimaginable pain. He just needed the right evidence. A single diary wasn’t enough proof. As for Taehyung’s confession, believing the words of a man like him was as foolish as hitting his own head against a wall.
He was a monster.
--" I should have been a doctor, Jungkook. That doctor cut my wifey’s stomach open right in front of me, and I could only stand there and watch! If I had been a doctor, would I have had to witness this nightmare? Your stomach, my wifey’s precious stomach was mine to protect. And yet, a mere doctor had the audacity to cut it open! If not for my princesses, I would have slit that doctor’s stomach in return. Can you believe it? Minister Kim Taehyung’s wife was cut open like that! The audacity!
Jungkook looked at him with exhausted eyes. He was ranting again.
Only those closest to Taehyung's ever heard this unbearable nonsense. To the outside world, Taehyung was a composed, fearsome minister. But here, he was something else entirely.
Jungkook chose to stay silent. Once the babies were fed, Taehyung carefully placed them in their cradle, his touch surprisingly gentle. His phone buzzed, it was from his men. He needed to go get Jungkook’s surprise ready.
Before leaving, Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, offering a faint, weary smile.
Little did he know, the very person he was smiling at would soon take that smile away forever.
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To be continued...!!!
A/N: Happy valentine's day, guys!
A/N: (even though Imma gonna just sleep and eat like a f*cking log the whole day🙃)
