Jungkook

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Jungkook never believed in miracles. He believed in strength, control, and his own hands—but not in luck and definitely not in the mercy of the world.

But everything changed that evening.

The rain poured down in sheets, washing out the road. Jungkook remembered only the sound—harsh, brittle, like someone tearing metal with bare hands. And then silence. Oppressive, empty—the kind heard by those standing next to an abyss.

Yoongi lay on the asphalt, small, shaking, covered in blood mixed with rain. His omega. Stubborn, sarcastic, beloved—the one who always swore at risk and speed. The one he was obliged to protect.

Jungkook remembered lifting his fragile body, afraid to touch him more deeply. How he whispered prayers to gods he never believed in.

Let him survive. That's all.

The doctors said there was almost no chance. There was too much damage, the night was too hard.

But Yoongi survived. Clinging to life as fiercely as he argued with him at every opportunity. He never gave up—and he still doesn't.

He lay on a hospital bed, pale, weak, but alive. His eyes were barely open, but a stubborn light flickered in them.

Jungkook leaned closer, squeezing his warm palm.

— Can you… hear me? — voice broke.