Sorry Mr. Kim we couldn't save your child
Bu-but doctor, how can you say this?
You see Mr Kim we had told you beforehand that there would be many complications during the labor.I'm sorry
But..you told me that everything wi-will be fine and that is w...
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When Taehyung stepped out of Jungkook's office, his heart was thudding in his chest for reasons he couldn't quite name.
Maybe it was the way Jungkook's name had felt on his tongue-new, almost strange, yet strangely comforting. He hadn't hated it. In fact, he liked it more than he wanted to admit.
Inside the elevator, he whispered it once under his breath.
"Jungkook."
Soft. Careful. Almost like a secret.
And then, as if on cue, Jungkook's small smile flashed in his mind. That subtle, fleeting curve of his lips-refreshing, assuring, in a way that soothed something in Taehyung he hadn't realized was restless.
Taehyung found himself thinking that Jungkook wasn't just a good leader-he was a good man.
And if someone like Jungkook had chosen to trust him, even in this temporary project, then Taehyung felt the need to give it his all. To be his best version. Even if he was only going to work under him for a few months, he would leave a mark-a good one. So that Jungkook would always remember him.
With that quiet resolve warming his chest, Taehyung stepped out of the elevator onto the ground floor.
Turning left, he nearly collided with someone before stepping back, blinking.
The other person turned, an immediate bright smile lighting up his face-a smile so wide that it crinkled the corners of his eyes into soft crescents.
"Wait a second," the man said, pointing a finger at Taehyung with playful accusation. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar."
Taehyung paused before letting out a small laugh, rolling his eyes as he reached out to catch the accusing finger gently.
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"Stop being dramatic," he said, a playful note in his voice.
The man gasped in exaggerated offense, slapping a hand over his chest as if wounded. "Dramatic? How could you say that when I'm just trying to recognize a handsome man? Handsome men are my weakness, you know," he added, dropping his voice into a faux-whisper, eyes wide in fake seriousness.
That made Taehyung giggle-an unguarded, warm sound that echoed lightly in the hallway.
Jimin's grin only grew wider, and he joined in the laughter, the two of them giggling like old friends reunited after years, like a pair of high school girls whispering secrets between classes.
