As Jungkook lay unconscious on the operating table, his body struggling to adjust to the loss of his half soul, the atmosphere in the room grew tense with worry. Jin, the calm and collected medic of their group, worked tirelessly by his side, administering fluids and stabilizing his body temperature. His skilled hands, usually focused on healing others, now seemed desperate as he monitored every beep and pulse, knowing how fragile Jungkook's state was. Namjoon stood close by, his usual stoic expression now laced with concern, his fingers gently brushing through Jungkook's hair as he muttered words of reassurance to the weakened omega, though he wasn't sure Jungkook could hear him. Taehyung paced around, his usually playful demeanor replaced with a solemnity that reflected the gravity of the situation, and Hoseok, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood, but the strain was visible on his face. The bond they all shared with Jungkook, not just as a leader but as a brother, was tangible. Jungkook was the pillar of their strength, and to see him so vulnerable, with half of his essence missing, was a harrowing reminder of the sacrifices they all had to make.

Jin's eyes remained fixed on the monitor as he meticulously adjusted the IV drip, ensuring that Jungkook's body received the nutrients it desperately needed. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, knowing that Jungkook was teetering on the edge. Each second felt like an eternity. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his usually calm demeanor showing signs of stress as he constantly checked for any drop in Jungkook's vital signs. The omega's body was fighting against the emptiness within, the lack of his half soul making it difficult to maintain a sense of balance.

The thought of losing Jungkook was something they couldn't even entertain, but it lingered in their mind, sharp and unrelenting.

Taehyung was the most restless. His eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, unable to stay still. He paced around, occasionally stopping to place a hand on Jungkook's hand, whispering low words of encouragement as though his presence could somehow bring their omega master back to life. The bond they shared with Jungkook was undeniable, and watching him like this was tearing them all apart.

Time passed slowly, each minute dragging with heavy weight, until, finally, the machines gave a steady beep. It was faint, but it was enough. A sign that Jungkook's body was beginning to fight back. A subtle, almost imperceptible change. Jin's hands moved quickly, adjusting the settings to allow Jungkook to regain strength slowly. But they knew the road ahead would be long. The absence of his soul, though, was still something they couldn't fix—not immediately.

Jungkook's body remained still, but slowly, he began to show signs of improvement. His breathing, once shallow and uneven, started to regulate, and a faint warmth returned to his skin. Though he was still far from fully conscious, there was a subtle shift in his condition. His heart rate steadied, and the pallor of his face lightened slightly, indicating that his body was slowly beginning to adjust without the missing half of his soul. It wasn't much, but it was enough to give everyone a sliver of hope. His fight wasn't over yet, but the worst seemed to be passing, for now.

By evening, Jungkook's body had finally begun to respond. His breathing was deeper, and his pulse steadied. Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking against the fading light. The familiar ache in his chest was still there, the emptiness of his half soul leaving him weaker than usual, but his strength and resilience were undeniable. He reached for the glass of water beside him, his hand trembling slightly but steady enough to take a sip. The cool water soothed his dry throat, and he allowed himself a small breath of relief.

Despite the lingering weakness, he knew he couldn't stay in bed any longer. With effort, he pushed himself upright, wincing slightly as he felt the weight of his condition, but his will to stay strong for Jimin pushed him forward. The thought of his husband, still unconscious from the surgery, was enough to get him moving. With slow, deliberate steps, he walked over to Jimin's bedside and sat down beside him. His gaze lingered on Jimin's pale face, the man he loved more than anything, and he reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair away from Jimin's forehead.

"Come back to me, Jimin," Jungkook whispered softly, his voice raw but filled with hope. He settled next to him, his body still weak but his determination unshaken. He would wait, even if it meant pushing his own pain aside. His alpha, his strength, would wake up soon. And when that happened, everything would fall into place.

Jimin's Awakening:

The air was thick with anticipation. The sterile scent of the surgical room clung to the walls as a soft, rhythmic beeping echoed through the stillness. Jimin lay motionless on the operating table, his chest barely rising and falling, his body still in the wake of the painful paralysis. He had undergone the most intense healing ritual—a soul-shifting ritual—and now his body was undergoing the necessary transformation to make it stronger, to prepare for his return.

Jungkook still sat beside him, though the position was far from ideal. His body was racked with agony, each breath a laborious task. The wounds from the ritual had drained him of nearly every ounce of strength, his body screaming in protest. He was hunched over, his face pale, his forehead drenched in sweat. He gripped the edge of the bed as though it were the only thing tethering him to the present moment. Barely able to remain conscious he was on the verge of blacking out.

Jungkook's hands, once steady and confident, now trembled uncontrollably. Every muscle in his body felt like it was being torn apart, and yet, he refused to leave Jimin's side. His eyes, though clouded with exhaustion, were fixed on his Alpha. He had done everything for Jimin's recovery, and now all he could do was wait.

Please, Jimin... please wake up, now don't make me wait more I can't take it. Jungkook thought, his mind a swirl of frantic hope. His heart ached, a dull, relentless pain gnawing at him from the inside.

Jimin's body remained still, his face calm in sleep. His soul was still journeying through the healing waters, fighting its way back into the physical world, into his body. Jungkook's hands tightened on the bed, as a sharp spike of pain coursed through him. His vision blurred, his breath catching in his throat. The weight of the pain was suffocating, and yet, it was nothing compared to the feeling of helplessness he felt when Jimin was lying there, so vulnerable.

Then, a small change—a twitch. Jimin's fingers, once motionless, began to stir. It was so subtle, so imperceptible, that for a moment, Jungkook thought he was imagining it. But then, the twitch turned into a small movement—a slow, deliberate shift of his hand, followed by a slight parting of his lips.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat.

"Jimin..." he whispered, barely able to form the words through the weight of his exhaustion.

Jimin's eyelids fluttered. The light of the moon, now filtering through the window, cast a soft glow over his pale face. Slowly, his dark lashes parted, and his eyes blinked into the dim light of the room.

Jungkook felt a rush of relief—though he could barely lift his head. His body was betraying him, weak and broken, but the sight of Jimin's awakening fueled his resolve. A wave of tenderness flooded through him, momentarily overpowering the pain that had been suffocating him.

"Alpha can you hear me?," Jungkook breathed, his voice barely audible, thick with emotion. His throat felt tight, as if his very words were causing him pain. You're back...

Jimin's gaze shifted slowly, his eyes locking with Jungkook's. For a moment, he seemed disoriented, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He blinked again, trying to focus, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Jungkook..." Jimin's voice was hoarse, fragile from the ordeal he'd just gone through. His gaze softened as he met his mate's eyes, but then something seemed to register in his mind—his confusion turning into concern.

"Are you.... Oh no you look devastated" Jimin asked, his voice growing stronger, though still weak.

Jungkook let out a strained laugh, though it was more of a sigh, a release of the tension that had been building up inside him. He smiled, though the pain that shot through his body made it hard to keep his expression from faltering.

"I'm fine," Jungkook rasped, forcing himself to sit up straighter, despite the way his body protested. He couldn't lie to Jimin—not like this. But the lie was too thin, too fragile for his Alpha to see. The weakness was written all over him. "I'm fine, Jimin. Just... tired."

But Jimin's sharp eyes saw through the façade. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingers lightly grazing Jungkook's arm. The touch, though soft, felt like a bolt of lightning to Jungkook's already fragile state. His skin burned under the pressure of Jimin's touch, and his breath hitched involuntarily.

"Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his tone filled with concern. His hand trembled, as if he was unsure whether to draw closer, but Jungkook could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt. "What did you do...?"

The realization hit Jimin hard—his soul had been away, and Jungkook, the ever-determined Omega, had done his surgery in this terrible state to bring him back, the pain that had cost him deeply.

Jungkook's expression softened, and he shook his head gently. "Don't worry about me, Jimin. I just needed you to come back. That's all that matters."

Jimin's heart clenched in his chest as he watched his mate struggle to keep it together. He had always seen Jungkook as strong, unyielding, but in that moment, he saw the cost of that strength. The exhaustion, the pain... It was a reflection of the sacrifices Jungkook had made for him.

Jungkook's Pain Intensifies:

As Jimin continued to stir, his gaze softened with recognition. But Jungkook's face was growing pale, his eyes glazed with pain. His body couldn't take it anymore. The ritual, the surgery, the overwhelming exhaustion—it was all crashing down on him at once. His body burned with the effort to stay upright, but his legs were weak, trembling beneath him.

A sharp cry escaped Jungkook's lips, but he immediately stifled it, clenching his jaw to avoid alarming Jimin. Still, the pain was unbearable. It felt like his very soul was being shredded, his insides twisting and contorting with every breath he took. His hand flew to his chest, as if he could somehow hold himself together by sheer force of will. Jungkook's tears began to cascade down his face because of the unbearable pain and hollowness of soul in his body.

Jimin, despite still recovering, could see the toll the pain was taking on Jungkook. His expression shifted from concern to alarm.

"Jungkookah.... Fuck, baby what's happening to you? Jin hyung, namjoon any one come here !" Jimin shouted, his voice panicked. He tried to sit up, but his body was still weak from the ritual, and his lower limbs refused to cooperate.

Jungkook managed to crack a strained smile, though it was almost unbearable. "It's nothing, Jimin. I'm just... ," he said, though it was clear he was struggling with every word. He was barely able to stand now, but his desire to stay strong for Jimin kept him on his feet.

Jimin reached out again, more forcefully this time, but before he could get close, Jungkook stumbled, his knees buckling beneath him.

"Jungkook!" Jimin cried out, the worry and panic in his voice evident.

But Jungkook didn't fall completely. He caught himself against the side of the bed, gasping for air, his body trembling uncontrollably. " you've barely recovered from Sur-rgery please don't...... " he repeated, but his voice was thin, a mere echo of the confidence he usually carried. And Jungkook blacked out on the floor with a loud thud.

Jimin's heart shattered at the sight of his mate—his Omega—reduced to this, his body wracked with pain. He tried to get up, his own body resisting the movement, but he wouldn't leave Jungkook alone. Jin and Namjoon rushed to them hearing the noise.

To be continued......

So guys finally Jimin's surgery is done and successful.