The walls of the hospital room felt as if they were closing in on Jungkook, suffocating him with the weight of the news he couldn't fully grasp. His knuckles ached from how tightly he had clenched his fists, but he didn't care. All he could hear—over and over, like a relentless echo—was Taehyung’s voice.

I think there’s no such effective cure, Jungkook.

The words gnawed at him, clawing into his heart like jagged shards of glass.

No.

He refused to accept it. He would not accept it.

His breath came in sharp, erratic gasps as he turned to Vianna, desperation burning in his eyes. "You’re wrong," he rasped. "There has to be something. A treatment, a surgery—something! This is the 21st century, goddamn it! There’s always a way."

Vianna flinched at the raw agony in his voice but held her ground. "We’ve tried, Jungkook," she said softly, sorrow thick in her voice. "We’ve consulted specialists. We’ve exhausted all options. The damage is... irreversible."

Jungkook stumbled back a step, his head shaking in frantic denial. "No. No, that’s not—" He turned to Taehyung, grabbing his collar in desperation. "You fix people. You’re a damn doctor! There’s something, right?! Right?!"

Taehyung’s expression was carved from stone, but his eyes—his eyes screamed his own helplessness. He placed his hands over Jungkook’s, gently prying them off his coat. "Kook, I’m not saying we can’t slow it down or manage the symptoms. But the damage from the accident—it’s too severe. We can’t reverse it. If there was a way, don’t you think I’d have taken it already?" His voice was low, broken. "She’s my sister, Jungkook. Don’t you think I’d do anything to save her?"

Jungkook’s vision blurred. He took a step forward, his chest heaving. "Then what the hell are we doing here? If you’re just telling me to give up—"

"I’m not telling you to give up,"Taehyung snapped, his own voice rising. "I’m telling you the truth because she deserves to know what she’s fighting against!"

A sharp inhale came from the sofa. 

Saga sitting there, her fingers curled into the sheets of her dress, her face paled and  her eyes—wide, scared—flickered between them. 

Jimin, who had been sitting silently beside Saga, finally moved. He placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, his grip firm. "Enough," he said quietly. "You’re scaring her."

Jungkook froze. 

His gaze snapped to Saga. 

She was trembling. 

The rage drained out of him instantly, replaced by a crushing wave of guilt. He stumbled toward her, dropping to his knees beside the bed, his hands hovering over hers like he was afraid to touch her."Saga—I’m sorry. I didn’t—"

"It’s okay,"she whispered, but her voice was thin. Fragile. 

It broke him. 

Vianna stepped forward then, her presence calm but firm. "We need to run a few more tests," she said gently, looking between Jungkook and Jimin. "Can you two wait outside?"

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. "I’m not leaving my Sparkle."

"Jungkook." Taehyung’s voice was softer now. "Just for a few minutes. We need to check her vitals properly, and you’re not helping by panicking."

Jimin’s hand tightened on Jungkook’s shoulder. "Come on,"he muttered. "Let them work."

For a moment, Jungkook didn’t move. His eyes locked onto Saga’s, searching, pleading. 

She gave him the tiniest nod. 

His breath shuddered out. Reluctantly, he stood, allowing Jimin to steer him toward the door. 

The hallway outside was cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. 

Jungkook slumped against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor. He dragged his hands over his face, his fingers digging into his scalp. 

Jimin leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. 

Silence stretched between them. 

Then— 

"You really love her, don’t you?" Jimin’s voice was quiet. 

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. "More than anything."

Jimin exhaled, his shoulders loosening slightly. "I know."

Jungkook looked up, surprised. 

Jimin met his gaze, his dark eyes weary but clear. "I’ve always known."

Then Jungkook whispered, "Then why did you always fight me on it?"

Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line suppressing his own emotions inside the deep pit of his heart. "Because I was scared." He looked away, to not show his vulnerability to him, to not show that he equally loves Saga just like him. "Scared that you’d hurt her. Scared that she’d get hurt 'because' of you. But now…" His voice cracked with pain. "Now, none of that matters."

Jungkook’s chest ached. 

Jimin pushed off the wall, running a hand through his hair. "Just… take care of her, take care of my princess, okay?"

Jungkook swallowed hard. "I will."

Jimin nodded. Then, after a pause, he added, "And for what it’s worth… I’m sorry." 

Jungkook stared at him. 

An apology ! From Jimin ! Before he could respond, the door opened. 

Vianna stepped out, her face grim but determined. "We’re moving forward with the treatments,"she said. "It won’t cure her, but it’ll buy her time."

Jungkook stood slowly. "How much time?"

Vianna hesitated. "We don’t know."

His stomach twisted. 

But then Taehyung appeared behind her, his expression firm. "But we’re not giving up. And neither should you."

Jungkook inhaled sharply. 

He looked past them, into the room where Saga lay—small, fragile, but still fighting. 

His fists clenched. 

"I’m taking her home,"he said abruptly. 

Taehyung blinked. "What?"

"My place. It’s safer. Quieter. She shouldn’t be in a hospital right now." His voice left no room for argument. 

Jimin, surprisingly, nodded. "I agree."

Vianna and Taehyung exchanged a glance. Then, reluctantly, Taehyung sighed. "Fine. But we’re setting up a private medical team for her. And you’re not neglecting your own health in the process."

Jungkook didn’t care about terms. As long as she was with him, nothing else mattered. 

He strode back into the room, his steps steady now, his resolve unshakable. 

Saga looked up as he approached, her eyes questioning.  Jungkook’s stomach twisted violently. His knees buckled as he dropped beside her bed. His trembling hands reached for hers, his fingers curling around her cold ones.

"Sparkle..." his voice wavered. She stirred at his touch, her lashes fluttering as her drowsy gaze met his. A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Kookie?"

Hope surged in his chest. "Yeah, baby, I’m right here."

She lifted her hand, her fingertips grazing his cheek in a slow, affectionate motion. "You... You look sad," she murmured, her brows furrowing as if she were trying to remember why.

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing a smile even though his entire body was shaking. "I’m okay, Sparkle. Just tired."

She hummed softly, as if satisfied with his answer, then let out a quiet sigh. "That’s good..."

Her eyelids fluttered, and for a terrifying moment, he thought she was falling asleep again, but then—

"Kookie?"

"Yeah?" His heart clenched at the way her voice softened, like a child asking something they feared might hurt.

Her grip on his fingers tightened just a little. "If I... If I forget you one day..." She bit her lip, hesitating. "Will you remind me of us?"

A sob tore from his throat before he could stop it. He pressed his forehead to her hand, his tears burning as they fell onto her skin. "Always," he swore, his voice cracking. "Every single day, love. I’ll remind you every single day."

Saga smiled, her fingers threading weakly through his hair. "Then I’m not scared."

But Jungkook was.

Because the girl he loved—the girl who had always been his light—was slipping through his fingers like sand, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He took her hand, squeezing gently. "Let’s go home," he murmured. 

She searched his face—then nodded. 

And for the first time that day, Jungkook felt like he could breathe again. 
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