Broken |Vminkook|

Ok guys, this is going to be a long ass chapter........

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Jungkook's POV

I stepped away from Taehyung, clutching the phone tightly. My heart was already beating fast, but the moment I heard my eomma's trembling voice, it dropped into my stomach.

"Eomma?" I said, concern leaking into my voice.

Her voice came out shaky, barely holding it together. "Jungkook... it's appa. He suddenly collapsed. He was clutching his chest... I-I think it's a heart attack."

My breath hitched. "W-What?!"

"The ambulance just left with him. They're taking him to Seoul General Hospital. I'm going there now. Come quickly, Jungkook-ah."

"I—yes, yes, I'm coming. Eomma, please stay strong. I-I'll be there."

I ended the call with trembling fingers, my entire body suddenly cold and stiff. I turned back to Taehyung, my voice breaking.

"Tae! It's... it's eomma. She said appa had a h-heart attack."

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as I struggled to stay calm. "They're taking him to the hospital. I... I have to go."

Taehyung's expression instantly changed—his exhaustion pushed aside by concern. "Oh my god, Kook," he said, already reaching for his coat, "I'll accompany you."

I quickly shook my head, swallowing the panic that threatened to spill over.

"No... no Taehyung, you stay home. Jimin is alone. He's even sick. He might need you. I-I can handle this."

"Jungkook, but staying with you is more important than—" Taehyung tried to argue, stepping forward.

But I cut him off, my voice firm despite the shakiness. "No, Taehyung. Jimin needs you more than I need you right now. Just stay close to him. Please."

Taehyung stood there, stunned for a second, then slowly nodded, watching my retreating figure as I rushed out the door—my heart racing, my mind spiraling, praying I wouldn't be too late.

End of Jungkook's pov

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Author's POV

The night grew heavier, cloaked in silence. After Jungkook left, Taehyung quietly went to his room. His steps were slow, weighed down by the emotions of the evening. He washed up, changed into his nightwear, and sat on the edge of his bed for a while, staring at the darkened room. Thoughts of Jungkook's trembling voice and Jimin's pale face danced in his mind.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with him. He lay down, pulling the blanket over himself, but even as his eyes closed, peace didn't follow.

Sleep crept in—and with it came the memories.

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It was Jimin's 10th birthday night.

The office was filled with laughter, balloons, and soft music. Jimin had insisted he wanted a party with his "taetae hyungie" and their eomma and appa—not in a park or restaurant, but right where his parents worked. Taehyung had suggested it, knowing their parents had been so busy lately, and he wanted everyone in one place, happy, even if it meant doing it in their company office.

Jimin had worn a little blue suit, grinning from ear to ear as he cut his cake. Frosting was smeared on his cheeks, thanks to Taehyung, who'd teased him all evening. Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim laughed, watching their boys—one a playful teen, the other a bubbly child—fill the room with joy.