Jungkook

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Taehyung sat on the edge of the couch, clasping his fingers so tightly his knuckles turned white. The white walls were oppressive, the smell of hand sanitizer clogged his throat, and his heart was beating too fast—as if it was trying to escape.

“Relax,” the doctor’s voice was even and cold.

Taehyung winced and looked up. Jungkook was standing at the table, reviewing the test results. Tall, collected, not a hint of hesitation in his movements. This was the kind of doctor he feared most—the one who wouldn't offer comfort.

“I… I can’t,” Taehyung breathed out, smiling nervously. “Can I just… get my medicine? And go home?”

Jungkook looked up, his gaze stern and appraising.

• No.

Jungkook looked at the guy again, noticing something on the form.

"I'll give you two hours to gather the necessary things at home and return to the hospital. Otherwise, I'll come and get you myself."