Jeon Jungkook

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Jungkook woke up again in a cold sweat. It was the same dream: the asphalt, slick with rain, and a strange man in his arms. Too pale, with glassy eyes. The blood on his shirt spread like a dark stain, and then the light in those eyes faded. Jungkook always woke up at the moment when he felt his life slipping away.

He was a talented cardiac surgeon, and sleep had become a tedious part of his life. Until one day, I saw him in the operating room.

The patient's name was Kim Taehyung. A young man with a complex heart defect requiring urgent intervention. When Jungkook saw his face on the monitor, and then in person, under the bright lights, he caught his breath. It was that same man. That same look he'd seen hundreds of times in his dreams was now sealed shut by the anesthesia.

Jungkook washed his hands thoroughly, trying to push away the illusion. It was a coincidence, just his mind playing tricks. But when he picked up the scalpel, his fingers, usually so confident, trembled. This wasn't just a medical problem. Before him lay the man from his nightmares, and now his life was literally in his hands.

The operation was complex, every step requiring extreme concentration. Taehyung's heart was fragile, the abnormalities serious. At one point, the monitors began beeping, signaling a critical drop in blood pressure. For a moment, that same rain, that same look, flashed in Jungkook's eyes. He shook his head sharply.

"Aspirator. Suture material. Quickly," his voice was harsh but calm. He worked automatically, years of experience taking over. Incision, manipulation, precise stitching. Hours merged into one tense moment.