“Get ready soon, sir.” The guard’s voice was emotionless. He left as quickly as he had entered.
Jungkook stood frozen. His eyes burned, but no tears fell.
He was too tired to cry.
Too broken to fight.
The door opened again.
It was the nurse.
She looked hesitant, her gaze filled with silent concern. "Sir, the guard asked me to remove the IV. Shall I?"
Jungkook nodded.
She gently pulled the needle from his skin, but Jungkook didn’t even flinch.
No reaction. No emotion.
Nothing.
The nurse hesitated. "Are you okay, sir?"
Jungkook didn’t answer.
She sighed and walked away, but before she left, she whispered, "Take care of yourself."
Jungkook didn’t respond.
He was too numb.
Jungkook stood under the warm water, his fevered skin burning at the touch. He didn’t feel it.
He was already drowning.
As he dressed in the black suit that Kim had prepared for him, his hands moved like a machine.
His eyes were empty.
His heart felt dead.
He caught his reflection in the mirror.
A puppet.
That’s what he looked like. He thought.
He lifted his hand, staring at the small silver chain around his neck.
A last gift. From his Suho-hyung.
A bitter smile formed on his lips.
“Hyungie… He’s going to reveal me. Won’t you come today?” His voice was soft, broken.
He swallowed hard, his vision blurring. “Eomma isn’t here. Noona isn’t here. I’m scared. Please… someone come. I don’t want to go.”
A single tear slipped down his cheek.
But there was no one to wipe it away.
Jungkook sighed and wiped his face roughly.
"It’s okay… Whatever happens, I will bear it. I will be strong." He whispered, staring into his own lifeless eyes.
His hands clenched.
"If fate has written that I will die because of this… then let it be."
He let out a bitter chuckle. "I deserve it anyway."
The car ride felt like a funeral procession.
Jungkook sat in silence, staring out of the window, watching the city.
When they reached the event, Kim was already waiting.
The door opened.
Jungkook took a deep breath and stepped out.
Kim approached him with a triumphant smile, adjusting Jungkook’s tie as if he was a doll.
"Jungkook, I don’t want any misbehavior. I am going to reveal you today." Kim’s voice was calm, but there was no room for defiance.
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