The party hall of the mansion had turned into a battlefield of silence and panic.

Sanjana’s body convulsed violently in Jungkook’s arms — limbs jerking, eyes rolled back, her breath shallow and broken.
Sweat soaked her skin, and her lips were turning blue.

“SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING!”
Jungkook’s voice tore through the walls, shaking the air like a thunderclap.
His arms clutched Sanjana tighter as she thrashed against him.
His shirt was soaked with her sweat, his hands trembling, knuckles white from trying to keep her from injuring herself.

“MAKE IT STOP!”
His voice cracked again.
He turned to everyone—rage, panic, and raw helplessness in his eyes.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HER?!”

Taehyung was already there.
He hadn’t moved from his knees.
He knelt frozen on the marble floor beside them, eyes wide, face pale, watching Sanjana as if every second she twitched, another part of him died. He couldn't even speak or move. His blood felt like ice.

Jimin stepped forward, guilt carved deep in every movement.
“We… we were just celebrating…” he stammered, voice barely holding.
“She completed one month of her with us… she was smiling…—”

“DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SMILING TO YOU?!”
Jungkook snapped, his roar filled with something darker than anger—terror.
“SHE’S FUCKING DYING! SHE'S HAVING PANICK ATTACK”

The room flinched.

Even Namjoon stepped back instinctively.

And then, it came—sharp, rare, explosive.

“ENOUGH!”

Hoseok's voice crashed down like lightning.
His usual calm had shattered.
His hands curled into fists as he stormed forward, jaw locked with fury.
“SHUT UP, JUNGKOOK!”
He shouted, coming in chest to chest with him on knees, “You think this helps her?! You want her to survive, then MOVE!”

Jungkook stood frozen for a second—panting, shaking, his lips trembling as he looked down at Sanjana.

She wasn’t moving anymore.
A small cry escaped her throat.
Jungkook’s breath hitched.
The fear in his eyes made everyone freeze.
The mafia boss, heartless to the world… was breaking.

Taehyung moved suddenly, snapping out of his trance. He helped shift Sanjana’s legs gently, fingers ice-cold.
He didn’t speak.
He couldn’t.
Not when she looked like that.

“Primary bedroom,” Hoseok ordered, voice sharp. “Bring the emergency med kit and cooling pads. Jimin, get ice. Namjoon—oxygen tank. Go!”

No one argued.
Jungkook carried Sanjana like she was made of porcelain, eyes locked on her face.
“Sanjana… stay with me.”
He whispered.
His voice was so soft, it shattered everyone more than his screams had.

And they moved—fast.
The halls filled with footsteps and commands, but behind it all, there was one echo:
If she slipped away now—
None of them would survive it.
[Primary Bedroom – Emergency Setup]

The door slammed open.

“Lay her flat! Quickly!” Hoseok barked, rushing in as Jungkook carried Sanjana in like a shattered relic.

He placed her gently on the bed, but before he could back off—

“Jungkook, out. Now.”
Hoseok’s voice was clipped, surgical.
No softness. No compromise.
“You’ll interfere with the treatment. Leave.”

“No.” Jungkook didn’t even blink.
He stood by the bed like a shadow fused to her.

“You need to get out of this room,” Hoseok snapped, slapping on gloves and opening the emergency kit.
“This is not a request. This is life and death.”

“I’m not leaving her.”

Namjoon and Jin moved forward cautiously.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said softly, “we’ll be right outside. Let him do his job—”

“Don’t you dare—” Jungkook’s voice was lethal, eyes locked on Sanjana’s trembling form.
“She dies, I die. You get that?”

Her breathing hitched. The monitor screamed.
Jungkook flinched.

Hoseok’s patience cracked.
“Get him out NOW!”

It took , Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin to grab Jungkook’s arms, trying not to hurt him as he fought like a wild animal.
His eyes were red.
His voice tore from his throat like shattered glass.
“Sanjana—NO! Don’t touch me! Let me go to her—SANJANA!”

The door slammed shut.

Silence fell like a wave.

Taehyung stood rooted to the spot outside the door of room, the words he’d rehearsed for hours—his quiet confession—dissolving into the chaos around her shivering body.
He thought tonight would bring him closer to her… not show him how close he was to losing her forever.

Inside, only Hoseok and Jimin remained.

Jimin was in the corner, collapsed, whispering broken fragments to himself, “I didn’t know… I didn’t… I didn’t know…”
Each word was like a dagger.
His guilt swallowed the air.

Machines beeped in panicked rhythm.
Sanjana’s limbs jerked faintly.
Her breaths were shallow. Pupils unresponsive.

“Jimin..!!”
Hoseok’s tone shifted—firm but focused.
“Stay with me. You’re assisting now.”

Jimin nodded, still pale, crawled to bed, wiped tears, composed himself and kneeled by the bedside like a sinner before a shrine.

“What’s happening to her?” he whispered.

“She’s having a non-epileptic psychogenic seizure,” Hoseok answered quickly, connecting the IV line.
“Triggered by trauma. Her brain is mimicking an epileptic attack — without the neural firing.”

He prepped a sedative, slipped it into the IV.
“Heart rate spiked to a critical level. If she wasn’t this physically strong…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.

“...Her oxygen?”

“Fluctuating. Keep the mask secured.”
He handed Jimin the strap.
“Count her pulse out loud. Every fifteen seconds.”

“One-oh-two… one-oh-one…”
Jimin’s voice cracked.
“I didn’t know she was carrying anything this heavy…”

Hoseok wiped her forehead and placed cold compresses across her chest and neck.
“Something from the past slammed into her nervous system tonight.”

Hoseok checked her vitals again.
“Whatever she buried deep—it came back. Full force.”

Sanjana whimpered weakly.

Jimin gripped the bed’s edge, guilt crawling up his spine.
“She was… smiling an hour ago…” he whispered.

Hoseok didn’t reply.
His hands moved faster now, stabilizing her vitals, the oxygen finally beginning to hold steady.

“Eighty-seven… eighty-five…”

Beep. Beep.
A slow, shaky rhythm.

Outside the door, muffled crashing.
Jungkook’s voice, guttural and broken—

“Let me go—let me go back to her—Sanjana—”
Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin having hard time caging him or stopping him to crash the door and go inside.
Yaini stood beside Taehyung and her eyes roaming from Jungkook to Taehyung.
Amd what she saw...nobody did.
Aching desperation.
In Jungkook’s Eyes.

Reverent affection
In Taehyung’s eyes.

Only for Sanjana...but different from others.

Inside, Jimin stared down at the girl whose pain had erupted like a storm—
And whispered,
“Please… just stay with us…”

The monitor beeped once. Then again. Slower.
Hoseok’s eyes snapped to the screen.
"No... not now—"
And in that breathless moment—
Everything....Stopped.

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