๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗Chapter 7

Taehyung strode through the hallways, his strong arms wrapped around Jungkook’s small body.

Jungkook’s head rested against Taehyung’s chest, his fingers weakly gripping the front of his suit. His cheek was still red and swollen from the slap, his eyelashes damp with unshed tears.

Students started coming out of their lecture halls, gasping at the sight.

“Is that—Jeon Jungkook?”

“Oh my god, what happened to him?”

“Wait… why is Kim Taehyung carrying him?”

Professors and staff whispered among themselves, too shocked to stop Taehyung.

Some students even took out their phones, recording as Taehyung walked past them, his gaze dark, furious.

Eunwoo, Soobin, and Minho rushed after him, their faces pale with worry.

“Jungkook—!” Soobin’s voice cracked as he ran beside them.

“What happened? Who did this?” Minho asked, his hands clenching into fists.

But Taehyung didn’t answer.

His only focus was getting Jungkook to the sick room.

He turned the last corner, reaching the infirmary.

And then—

His steps halted.

The door was closed.

The lights inside were off.

No nurses. No doctors.

The entire sick room was empty.

“W-what?” Eunwoo gasped, running ahead to knock on the door.

No response.

He tried to twist the handle.

Locked.

Minho’s face drained of color. “N-no way… Why is it closed?”

Soobin’s eyes filled with tears. “Jungkook needs help! What do we do?”

Taehyung’s anger boiled over.

His jaw clenched,his grip tightening around Jungkook.

He knew exactly who was behind this.

His father.

Jaehyun must have ordered the medical staff to leave, just to punish him.

A sick way of showing his power.

Taehyung’s breathing turned ragged.

His patience snapped.

“OPEN THE DOOR!”

His furious voice echoed through the entire building.

Students and professors flinched, trembling at the pure rage in his tone.

Some teachers stepped back in fear.

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR OR ELSE—!!”

Silence.

Eunwoo, Soobin, and Minho sniffled, their eyes wet, shaking with worry.

“P-please…” Soobin whimpered. “Jungkook needs help…”

Jungkook weakly shifted in Taehyung’s arms.

His swollen red eyes fluttered open.

“…Tae…?” he murmured softly.

Taehyung’s heart ached.

He looked down at Jungkook’s tired, pained expression.

He wouldn’t let this slide.

With one final glare at the locked door, Taehyung spun on his heel.

“If they won’t open it…” he growled under his breath.

“Then I’ll take him somewhere better.”

And with that, Taehyung walked away—determined to make them all regret this.

Taehyung stormed through the crowd,heading straight to where his black luxurious car was parked.

The sleek vehicle shined under the sunlight, looking like a king’s throne on wheels.

Eunwoo, Minho, and Soobin followed closely behind,their faces still filled with worry.

As soon as Taehyung reached the car, he opened the door and carefully placed Jungkook inside. His hands were gentle,as if touching something fragile.

Eunwoo hesitated. “Tae, what do we do now? Your bodyguards—”

“They’re gone,” Taehyung interrupted, his voice sharp.

His father had canceled all his bodyguards just minutes ago, as another form of revenge.

But Taehyung didn’t care.

“I’m not giving up,” he growled. “Eunwoo, you drive.”

Eunwoo’s eyes widened. “M-me?”

“Yes.” Taehyung’s gaze darkened. “Just drive. Fast.”

Minho and Soobin stepped forward, looking worried.

“But what about us?” Soobin asked softly.

“Stay in the campus,” Taehyung ordered. “Act like nothing happened. Make sure no one follows us.”

Minho and Soobin nodded reluctantly.

Eunwoo quickly got into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the wheel.

Meanwhile, Taehyung slid into the back seat,pulling Jungkook onto his lap.

The moment the door shut behind them, Jungkook let out a weak sob.

“Hurts…”

His small, trembling hands clutched Taehyung’s suit, his body curling up as if trying to hide from the pain.

Taehyung’s heart twisted.

His soft, innocent voice…

It was too much.

Taehyung tightened his arms around Jungkook, pulling him closer.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, resting his chin against Jungkook’s fluffy hair. “I know it hurts…”

Jungkook’s tears soaked Taehyung’s expensive suit, but he didn’t care.

Eunwoo sped through the streets,the car slicing through the traffic.

Jungkook’s breathing was shallow, his body weak.

His fingers clung onto Taehyung’s hand, seeking comfort.

Taehyung intertwined their fingers, pressing a soft kiss against Jungkook’s knuckles.

“You’re safe,” Taehyung murmured. “I won’t let him touch you again.”

Jungkook sniffled, burying his face against Taehyung’s chest.

The drive felt like forever, but soon, the hospital came into view.

As soon as they arrived, Taehyung didn’t wait for the car to fully stop.

He threw the door open and stepped out, still carrying Jungkook in his arms.

“Get a doctor. Now,” Taehyung ordered Eunwoo.

Eunwoo nodded and rushed inside, calling for emergency treatment.

The hospital staff immediately rushed over, shocked at the sight of Kim Taehyung, the heir of Korea’s most powerful family, carrying a bruised and teary-eyed boy.

Within seconds, Jungkook was admitted, and doctors took over.

Taehyung stood outside the room, his fists clenched, heart racing.

He had never felt this kind of rage before.

His father would pay.

But first—

He needed to make sure his baby bunny was okay.

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