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— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The sterile silence of the private clinic weighed on his ears more than the roar of the stadium. Taehyung sat on the couch, nervously crumpling the hem of his tracksuit jacket. His knee, which had betrayed him again on the ice, throbbed with excruciating pain, spreading like a heavy heat beneath his skin. When the office door slid open, letting in the scent of expensive perfume and hand sanitizer, Taehyung involuntarily cringed. Jungkook entered quickly, and his gaze held none of the awe with which fans regarded the "Ice Prince." To him, Taehyung was just a stubborn friend who had once again traded common sense for ambition.

Jungkook sank into the chair in front of the couch, silently demanding obedience. His palms rested firmly on the injured joint. The warmth of his hands contrasted with the cold pallor of Taehyung's skin. The doctor examined the knee with concentration, his fingers slowly, with professional precision, finding every sore spot, causing Taehyung to exhale convulsively. Jungkook spoke slowly, listing the consequences of each unnecessary jump, and his voice betrayed the disappointment of a professional whose hard work had been ruined by one short stint on the ice.

"You've done things your way again. Listen, the ice isn't going anywhere, Taehyung, but you'll still need to walk, so finally start listening to me."