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

Bloody love 💔-3

The atmosphere in the dorm remained heavy, a palpable cloud of worry and unspoken questions hanging in the air. Jimin, however, was not one to let things lie. His brow furrowed as he observed the lingering dampness on the polished stairs, a detail that had caught his eye earlier.
"Hyung," Jimin began, his voice soft but persistent as he approached Jin, who was attempting to look busy tidying up the living room. "How exactly did Jungkook slip? It just seems... odd."
Jin stiffened, his movements becoming jerky. He avoided Jimin's gaze, busying himself with straightening cushions that were already perfectly aligned. "It was an accident, Jimin-ah. He just lost his footing."
But Jimin wasn't easily dissuaded. His gaze flickered back towards the stairs. "But there's still some wetness here," he pointed out, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "It looks like... soapy water?"
Jin's heart pounded against his ribs. He forced a casual laugh. "Soapy water? You must be mistaken. Maybe someone spilled their drink earlier."
Jimin's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't remember anyone spilling anything. And it's right on the spot where Jungkook fell... it's a bit too coincidental, don't you think?"
The other members, who had been quietly observing the exchange, shifted uncomfortably. The unspoken question hung heavy in the air: could it have been more than just an accident?
Jin's grip tightened on the cushion he was holding. He turned to face Jimin, his expression carefully neutral. "Jimin-ah," he said, his voice firm, "what are you implying? Jungkook had an accident. He's hurt. Shouldn't our focus be on his recovery, not on conjuring up unnecessary theories?"
He tried to inject a tone of reason into his voice, hoping to deflect Jimin's growing suspicion. "Accidents happen. The stairs are slippery. Let's not overthink this. What matters most right now is that Jungkook is safe and getting the rest he needs."
Jimin studied Jin's face, his gaze unwavering. He saw the forced calmness in his hyung's eyes, the subtle tension in his jaw. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He hesitated for a moment, a battle waging within him between his concern for Jungkook and a nagging sense that something wasn't right.
Finally, with a sigh, Jimin relented. "You're right, hyung," he said, his voice softer now. "What matters most is Jungkook's well-being. I'm just... worried about him."
Jin offered a tight, strained smile. "Of course. We all are. Now, let's just focus on being there for him."
The conversation ended there, but the seed of doubt had been planted. Jimin couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jungkook's fall than met the eye. He glanced towards the closed door of Jungkook's room, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. He hoped Jin was right, that it was just a terrible accident. But a small, persistent voice within him whispered otherwise.

Namjoon's face paled as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. The news hit him like a punch to the gut. A major accident on the film set. Glass... Taehyung... head injury... unconscious. The words tumbled out of the caller's mouth, painting a grim picture.
A wave of shock and horror washed over him. He could barely register the details, his mind racing with worry for their beloved Taehyung. He mumbled a shaky thank you and hung up, his hand trembling.
Without a word to the others, Jin suddenly bolted from the living room, his face a mask of fear. He didn't stop until he reached Jungkook's room, throwing the door open and rushing to his boyfriend's bedside.
Jungkook, who had been resting quietly, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening at Jin's frantic energy. Before he could ask what was wrong, Jin was kneeling beside him, his hands cupping Jungkook's face. He peppered Jungkook's forehead with fervent kisses, his lips trembling against his skin.
"Oh, Kookie," Jin murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "thank god, thank god you're here."
Jungkook, still groggy and confused, reached up and gently cupped Jin's cheek. "Hyung? What's wrong? What happened?"
Jin pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a raw mixture of fear and relief. "Taehyung... there was an accident on set... glass fell... he's in the hospital... seriously injured..."
The color drained from Jungkook's face as he processed the news. Concern etched itself onto his features. "Oh no... Taehyungie..."
But Jin's relief seemed to overshadow the gravity of the situation for Taehyung. He held Jungkook's hands tightly in his own, his gaze intense. "It could have been you, Kookie. It could have been you there. What if that glass had fallen on you? What if you were the one lying unconscious in a hospital bed right now?"
A shudder ran through Jin's body at the mere thought. The possessive fear that had driven him before now twisted into a desperate, almost selfish gratitude. His heart ached for Taehyung, but a dark corner of his mind couldn't help but feel a surge of relief that it wasn't Jungkook. His Kookie was safe, here with him. The image of Taehyung lying injured, unconscious, only amplified his terror of losing Jungkook, of him being hurt or taken away.
He kissed Jungkook's forehead again, a lingering, almost desperate gesture. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "So, so glad."
Jungkook, though worried about Taehyung, couldn't help but notice the unusual intensity in Jin's eyes, the almost frantic grip on his hands. He frowned slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. He knew Jin cared deeply for all the members, so this almost overwhelming relief, bordering on something else, felt unsettling.
The news of Taehyung's accident cast a heavy pall over the dorm. While worry for their injured member was paramount, Jin's almost visceral reaction in that moment lingered in the air, a subtle undercurrent of something unspoken and unsettling.

The sterile white of the ICU reflected in Seokjin's tear-filled eyes as he gazed at Taehyung through the glass. The younger boy lay still and pale amidst the beeping monitors and humming machinery, a fragile figure battling for his life in the silent war of a coma. Each shallow breath seemed like a victory hard-won, each beep of the heart monitor a fragile reassurance.
A single tear escaped and traced a lonely path down Jin's cheek. His heart ached for Taehyung, for his bright smile and infectious laughter now silenced. But beneath the layer of genuine sorrow, a disquieting thought gnawed at him, a chilling echo of the nightmare that had haunted his sleep the previous night.
In his dream, it hadn't been Taehyung lying still and vulnerable. It had been Jungkook. He had seen a chaotic scene on the film set, a shower of shattered glass, and Jungkook collapsing amidst the debris. The terror of that vision had been visceral, leaving him shaken and clinging to Jungkook when he woke.
He knew, intellectually, that his dream wasn't the reason he had sabotaged Jungkook's chance. That stemmed from his own possessive insecurities, a selfish desire to keep Jungkook close. Yet, standing here, looking at the horrifying reality of an accident on that very same set, a shiver of something akin to fear, or perhaps something far stranger, ran down his spine.
He dreamt it. The thought echoed in the silent corridors of his mind. He had dreamt of an accident at the shooting spot, and now, an accident had occurred. Not to Jungkook, thankfully, but the location, the nature of it… it was too close for comfort.
A knot of confusion tightened in his chest. Was it just a bizarre coincidence? A trick of his anxious mind manifesting as a prophetic dream? He had never experienced anything like this before. He had dreams, of course, like anyone else, but they were usually just jumbled fragments of his day, anxieties playing out in the theater of his subconscious. This had been different, vivid and terrifyingly real.
Could he be starting to see the future through his dreams? The very idea felt absurd, fantastical. Yet, the evidence stared back at him through the ICU glass – a real, devastating accident at the exact place his dream had conjured.
The implications were unsettling. If his dream had foreseen this tragedy, what did it mean? Was it a warning? And if so, why had it shown Jungkook as the victim? Had his actions, his selfish attempt to keep Jungkook away, inadvertently shifted the target of fate?
A wave of guilt washed over him, heavier than before. He had acted out of possessiveness, but had he unknowingly interfered with something larger, something he didn't understand? Had his actions, meant to protect Jungkook, somehow led to Taehyung's suffering?
He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, his mind a whirlwind of grief, confusion, and a dawning sense of the uncanny. The line between his anxieties, his actions, and this unforeseen tragedy blurred, leaving him with a chilling question: was he somehow more connected to the future than he ever imagined? And if so, what other dark premonitions might be lurking in the shadows of his sleep?