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— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The sterile silence of the private clinic pressed against the ears more heavily than the roar of a stadium. Taehyung sat on the examination table, nervously crumpling the edge of his athletic jacket. His knee, which had betrayed him on the ice once again, pulsed with an exhausting pain, spreading like a heavy heat beneath the skin. When the office door slid aside, letting in the scent of expensive perfume and antiseptic, Taehyung involuntarily flinched. Jungkook entered swiftly, and there wasn't a drop of the reverence in his gaze with which fans looked at the "Ice Prince." To him, Taehyung was merely a stubborn friend who had once again traded common sense for ambition.

Jungkook lowered himself into the chair in front of the table, silently demanding submission. His palms rested confidently on the injured joint. The warmth of his hands contrasted with the cold pallor of Taehyung's skin. The doctor palpated the knee with concentration, his fingers slowly, with professional precision, finding every trigger point, forcing Taehyung to exhale sharply. Jungkook spoke slowly, listing the consequences of every unnecessary jump, and his voice echoed the disappointment of a professional whose hard work had been trampled by one short outing on the ice.

"You did everything your own way again. Listen, the ice isn't going anywhere, Taehyung, but you'll still need to be able to walk on your own two feet, so start listening to me for once."