✅(JINKOOK+TAEJIN)❤️ 2nd Book(completed)

with lie💔(jinkook) -2(end)

The carefully placed report on Jin's neatly made bed did its terrible work. Suga, ever the casual observer, his eyes scanning the room as he looked for his misplaced charger, picked up the crisp paper. The words "Malignant Neoplasm of the Gastrointestinal Tract" swam before his eyes, the clinical terminology sending a chill down his spine. His hands trembled as he reread it, the stark diagnosis hitting him like a physical blow.
The news spread through the dorm like a dark cloud. The initial shock and disbelief soon morphed into a wave of guilt and sympathy. Jin's past lie, the fabricated soulmate claim, seemed insignificant in the face of this devastating revelation. Their resentment melted away, replaced by a collective sorrow.
Jungkook, especially, was deeply affected. The vibrant energy that usually radiated from him dimmed, replaced by a quiet concern. He gravitated towards Jin, offering hesitant touches and soft words of comfort. Jin, basking in this newfound attention, especially from the maknae he secretly adored, felt a twisted sense of triumph. He had wanted Jungkook's gaze, and now he had it, albeit under false pretenses.
Jungkook, remembering his earlier rejection of Jin's romantic feelings, now felt a pang of regret. The thought of Jin dying, of his vibrant hyung fading away, stirred something unexpected within him. He started accompanying Jin to his doctor appointments, though he usually waited anxiously outside the consultation room. When he asked about treatment options and Jin shook his head sadly, a sharp pain pierced Jungkook's chest. He couldn't lose Jin.
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming desire to make Jin's final days comfortable, to give him the love he had yearned for, Jungkook made a startling decision. He proposed marriage. In his mind, it was a compassionate act, a way to ensure Jin wouldn't be alone, that he would be cared for until the very end.
Jin, though his heart leaped at the unexpected proposal, felt a knot of guilt tighten in his stomach. He had craved Jungkook's love, dreamt of a life together, but not like this, not built on a foundation of lies and pity. Yet, the warmth of Jungkook's hand in his, the gentle concern in his eyes, was intoxicating. He couldn't bring himself to refuse.
Their brief marriage was a bittersweet affair. Jungkook was attentive, caring for Jin with a tenderness he hadn't shown before. Jin reveled in the closeness, the shared meals, the quiet evenings spent together. He tried to push down the gnawing guilt, the fear of his deception being exposed. He was enjoying Jungkook's affection too much to let go.
But Jungkook, despite his sympathy, couldn't shake a growing unease. Jin didn't look sick. He still had his moments of playful energy, his appetite remained hearty, and the usual signs of a debilitating illness were conspicuously absent. One evening, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the question blurted out before he could stop himself. "Hyung," he asked, his voice laced with a strange mix of concern and suspicion, "when… when will it happen? You don't seem like you're dying."
Jin felt as if he had been slapped. Jungkook's words, devoid of the gentle sympathy he had grown accustomed to, were like a cold blade twisting in his heart. "You… you want me to die soon, Jungkook?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
The realization dawned on Jin slowly, chillingly. Jungkook knew. Somehow, some way, his lie had been exposed. The warmth in Jungkook's eyes turned cold, the gentle touches became hesitant, then nonexistent. The shared meals ceased, the comfortable silences were replaced by a heavy, resentful quiet. Jin became a ghost in their shared home, invisible to the man he had so desperately tried to win over.
One night, an unbearable tension hung in the air as Jungkook and Jin sat at the dining table. Jungkook's gaze was distant, his voice flat as he uttered the word Jin had been dreading. "Divorce."
The word echoed in the silence, a final severing. Jin felt a sharp pain in his chest, a physical manifestation of his shattered dreams. It won't be needed, his mind screamed, a desperate, unspoken promise.
Jungkook retreated to the studio, throwing himself into practice. Jin, unable to face the others, stayed away. A sudden premonition gripped Jungkook during a break. A glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor, and a wave of icy dread washed over him. He instinctively reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling as he dialed Jin's number. It was unreachable. Panic seized him. He raced home, his foot heavy on the accelerator.
The dorm was dark and silent. He found no one in Jin's room. A sliver of light under the bathroom door offered a fragile sense of relief. He waited, an hour stretching into an eternity. When Jin didn't emerge, he knocked, his anxiety growing with each unanswered rap. The door swung inward with a soft click.
The scene that greeted him stole his breath. The white tiles of the bathroom floor were awash in crimson. Jin lay still, his wrist a mangled mess, blood still oozing onto the cold porcelain. Jungkook's carefully constructed walls of indifference crumbled. He scooped Jin into his arms, his own hands becoming slick with blood, a primal fear gripping his heart. He couldn't lose him. Not like this.
The frantic rush to the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the hushed whispers of the doctors – it all blurred into a nightmare. He watched, his heart a leaden weight in his chest, as they worked to save Jin, inserting a tube down his throat to help him breathe, his body weakened by the immense blood loss. He frantically called for blood donors, his voice hoarse with desperation. In those agonizing hours, watching Jin fight for his life, a terrifying realization crashed over Jungkook. He wasn't just feeling sympathy; he was in love. Jin had fallen hard, but Jungkook had fallen even harder.
Two weeks later, Jin's eyelids fluttered open. Jungkook, who hadn't left his side, his eyes red-rimmed and weary, let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I told you to give me a divorce and leave my home," Jungkook said, his voice raw with a mixture of relief and lingering frustration, "not leave the world!"
Tears welled in Jin's eyes. His voice was weak, barely a whisper. "It felt… easier to leave the world than to divorce you." The words were a raw testament to his desperate love, his inability to imagine a life without Jungkook, even a life built on a lie.
In that moment, staring into Jin's tear-filled eyes, Jungkook finally understood the depth of Jin's feelings, the desperate yearning that had driven him to such extremes. And Jin, in turn, saw the raw, unguarded emotion in Jungkook's gaze, a love born not of pity, but of a terrifying brush with loss. The tangled web of their lies and desires had led them to the brink, but perhaps, just perhaps, it had also led them to a truth they had both been too afraid to face.

End❤️