Kookmin presents feat. Taehyung: Broken 💔 Vow

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“J-Jungkook?!”

Jimin bolted upright, heart hammering in his chest. Panic surged as he searched the empty hospital room. The familiar sparkly eyes, the warm embrace—none of it was real. It had been a dream… a cruel trick of his mind.

Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. The ache in his chest was relentless. Every thought, every memory of Jungkook now stabbed him like a thousand knives. The separation was suffocating, and he felt the creeping edges of despair clawing at his sanity. He needed Jungkook. He had to find him.

Ignoring the pain from the IV still dangling from his hand, he ripped it out, wincing as a sharp sting shot up his arm. Shakily, he rose to his feet, ignoring the dizziness and weakness that threatened to topple him. He stumbled through the hospital corridors, blindly following the nearest elevator. He didn’t know where it would take him, only that he had to move.

The doors opened to the rooftop. The wind hit him like icy needles, cutting through his thin hospital gown. Shivering violently, he trudged to the edge, his knees trembling. He lowered himself to the cold concrete, wrapping his arms around himself in a futile attempt to stay warm. Above him, the stars glittered like distant promises, indifferent to his suffering.

“Are you looking at the sky too, Kookoo?” he whispered into the night. “It must hurt for you as much as it hurts for me…”

Time lost all meaning as he sat there, staring at the moon. His mind was consumed with memories of their life together, their laughter, their stolen quiet moments, their twins. And yet, the ache of his absence, of Jungkook’s absence, made him feel hollow.

A sudden beep jolted him from his reverie. Hope flared in his chest—maybe it was Jungkook. With trembling hands, he answered.

“Hey Ji… where are you? Your parents are worried. I’m with Taehyung and Jhope.”

“T-tell them not to worry… I’m not planning to do anything… yet.”

“Jeon Jimin! Don’t talk like that! Just tell me where you are!”

Exhausted, drained, and desperate, he sighed. He didn’t want to fight anymore—he just needed someone to hear him. Yoongi had always been that someone.

“I’m on the rooftop… Can you bring me something warm? I’m freezing.”

“Shit… don’t do anything stupid, Jimin! I’ll be there!”

Hanging up, he hugged himself tighter. The wind bit through his thin gown, and every nerve in his body ached for Jungkook’s warmth. Moments later, the rooftop door creaked open. Jimin didn’t move, expecting Yoongi—but then he felt it: the soft warmth of someone beside him, a comforting presence draping a coat over his trembling shoulders.

“Hyung… I don’t know if I can wait for Jungkook to come back,” he whispered, voice breaking.

Yoongi gently pulled him into an embrace, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to wait anymore, my love.”

Jimin lifted his tear-streaked face—and froze.

Jungkook. Sitting beside him. Real. Alive. Looking at him with those sparkly, unwavering eyes.

“A-are you really here? You’re not just my imagination… not a dream?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jungkook whispered, brushing away Jimin’s tears. “I’m here, for you… for us.”

Jimin’s chest tightened. “J-Jungkook…”

He reached out, fingers trembling, and touched Jungkook’s face. Warm. Real. Solid. His body shook as he let himself fall into Jungkook’s arms.