Taekook ?? "UNEXPECTED LOVE"

Hey everyone! So, about the last chapter... I'm realizing now that writing those really emotional scenes about my idol... well, it kind of made me cry! I felt so bad! But I really tried to make this chapter super funny, trust me, you're gonna enjoy it! It took a while, I was definitely on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster there. Thanks for sticking with me!

The world fractured, a single, horrifying point of focus. Everything else dissolved into a blur of dark energy. Jimin was shattered, his own pain eclipsed by a raw, visceral agony. Tears streamed down his face, his body trembling with fear as he faced the reality of Taehyung's imminent death. He slammed his head against the car, a desperate, silent plea to a God he felt had abandoned him.

A choked, broken sound tore from his throat. Jungkook arrived, skidding his motorcycle to a halt. The scene before him was a brutal tableau, a nightmare made real. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the stillness of Taehyung's form. He didn't hesitate. "Move!" He shouted, his voice thick with a fear he couldn't suppress, pulling Jimin away from the car. Jimin collapsed to the ground, his body limp, grief a tangible weight. The car doors get locked automatically. Jungkook, his hands shaking so violently he almost couldn't grip the shattered glass, smashed the remaining window with bare fist, let them bleed. He opened, as Taehyung's limp body were supported on the door and fell swiftly into jungkook's arms, the weight crushing him from inside. Taehyung was covered in dark, congealing blood, his skin ice-cold, his lips a pale blue. A wave of terror and desperate emotions washed over Jungkook, a suffocating. He gently pick him up in his arms and laid him on rough ground, his hands lingering for a moment, as if trying to impart warmth. Jungkook pressed his ear to Taehyung's chest, his breath catching in his throat, searching for a heartbeat, a pulse. There was only the chilling silence of absence. "Tell me," Jungkook demanded, his voice strained, a desperate plea for a different reality, "When did he stop breathing?" Jimin, his eyes vacant, whispered low, "Just... minutes ago." Jk wouldn't give up. He removed his coat to elevate Taehyung's legs, his hands trembling and tore Taehyung's shirt, his movements frantic, loosened his belt and saw the deep blue bruising on his chest. A stark testament to the force of the impact against the steering wheel. A sob threatened to break free from his throat. He began CPR, his hands pumping rhythmically, desperately, each compression a silent prayer. His muscles burned, his breaths came in ragged gasps,"Nooo.. no Please...." but he didn't stop. He pressed, pleaded inwardly for Taehyung's life, his mind screaming, He left a sentence, "You were cold, didn't you mister? Open your eyes. Look, I'm here" But, there was no response. The wail of sirens cut through the air, a distant promise of help. The ambulance had arrived. "Defibrillator!" Jungkook yelled, his voice raw with desperation. He attached the pads to Taehyung's bare chest, his fingers clumsy with fear, one beneath his right ribs. "Clear!" . The shock jolted Taehyung's body, a violent spasm that made him arch off the ground. Jungkook watched, his breath held captive, his eyes fixed on the monitor. He saw the brief, chaotic blip on the screen, followed by the same flatline. He felt a wave of nausea, a sickening lurch of despair.