Jung Hоseok

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Hoseok paused at the bedroom threshold, leaving behind what had been his life's work—a prestigious job, tons of reports, countless contracts that suddenly lost all meaning. That entire world remained outside the door, and here was the only important project—him.

A faint groan came from the bed. Jimin's fever was back—and at moments like these, Hoseok's heart ached more intensely, as if it were being cut with a knife.

The younger one fell ill suddenly and severely, now wasting away slowly, tragically, and painfully. He ate nothing at all, remained unconscious for most of the day, and when he came to, he began coughing unbearably, as if his throat and lungs were being torn apart by an unknown virus.

The doctors shrugged their shoulders, prescribing a course of pills and injections—and Hoseok followed the recommendations responsibly, clinging to any opportunity to ease her husband's illness.

“Baby, you need to change your underwear,” the elder’s soft voice penetrated like a thick layer of water into Jimin’s consciousness, trembling with sweat.

This happened every day.

After these words, Hoseok would fetch a basin and a towel from the bathroom, throw back the blanket, and slowly begin wiping Jimin's hot body, as if trying to wash away an illness. Then he would turn Jimin over onto his side, working on his back, and only then would he replace the wet sheet with a fresh, clean-smelling one.

So it was now. The ritual was complete—and Hoseok sat on the edge of the bed, taking his husband's trembling hand in his own, whispering:

— I missed you so much, Jiminie. All of you.