SHATTERED ILLUSIONS
"Jinnie, please, just listen to me," Namjoon pleaded, gripping Seokjin’s wrist in desperation. "Don't!" Seokjin yanked his hand away, his eyes burning red with betrayal. He wiped his tears roughly before turning back to hurriedly pack his bag. "I don’t have an affair, please." Namjoon’s voice wavered. Seokjin let out a bitter laugh. "Oh? So you and Harry just say 'I love you' for fun?" Namjoon's throat went dry. He exhaled shakily, placing his hands on his hips, his mind scrambling for words. "No, I~I didn’t mean it like that. You know I only love you." Seokjin’s expression hardened, disbelief flickering in his teary eyes. "Sure, Namjoon. I saw the entire chat. You can stop lying." Namjoon licked his lips, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own guilt. His throat tightened as hot tears finally spilled down his face.
"Please, just listen to me once. Let me explain." Namjoon’s voice trembled as he reached out, his hand unsteady. Seokjin flinched away, his movement sharp, decisive. "Explain what?" His voice cracked, raw with pain. "That it was all just a joke? That you didn’t really mean those words? Or that I’m just overreacting?" The suitcase’s zipper ripped through the silence as Seokjin shut it with finality. "There’s nothing to explain, Namjoon. I saw it. I read every word." His grip tightened around the handle, knuckles white. "I thought we were happy. I thought we trusted each other." He turned, searching Namjoon’s face, desperate for something~anything~that could make this hurt less. "But I guess I was wrong." He walked toward the door, each step slow, deliberate. "Don’t," Namjoon whispered, his voice hoarse. "Don’t leave, Jinnie. Please." He took a step forward, then another, his hand reaching out. "We can fix this. We can talk about it." Seokjin paused, his back still to Namjoon. For a moment, it seemed like he might turn around. Then, barely above a whisper~"Some things can’t be fixed." The doorknob turned, the soft click echoing in the silence.
Seokjin’s heart pounded as he grasped Namjoon’s arms, steadying him before he could collapse. "Joon, look at me. What’s happening? Where does it hurt?" His voice was urgent, but beneath it, there was undeniable fear.Namjoon clenched his jaw, his hand pressing harder against his chest as if trying to hold himself together. "I~I don’t know," he gasped, his breath hitching. "It~it just hurts. I can't~breathe properly."Seokjin’s throat tightened. His anger from moments ago was completely overshadowed by sheer panic. He knew Namjoon wasn’t the type to exaggerate pain~if he was reacting like this, it had to be serious. "Okay, okay, just stay with me," he said, gripping Namjoon’s cold, clammy hands. Namjoon’s legs buckled, and Seokjin barely caught him in time, his knees hitting the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. "ZAYN!" Seokjin shouted, his voice raw as he cradled Namjoon against his chest. His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone, dialing emergency services with trembling fingers. Namjoon’s head lolled slightly, his breathing shallow. "Jinnie..." he whispered, eyes fluttering. Seokjin’s eyes burned with unshed tears as he cupped Namjoon’s face, forcing him to stay awake. "Don’t you dare close your eyes, Namjoon. Stay with me. Just hold on, okay? I’m right here."
"Dad? Paa?" Seokjin’s panicked voice echoed as he cradled Namjoon's head against his chest. "Joon?" Namjoon clenched his chest, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he licked his dry upper lip, his body trembling from the sharp pain constricting him. "Dad~!" Seokjin choked on his sobs, his grip tightening around Namjoon. He rubbed slow, desperate circles on his back, trying to provide any comfort he could. They sat there on the stairs of their home, the weight of the moment crushing down on them.
Yeol held Rang tightly as his husband trembled in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "He will be fine," Yeol whispered, but his own voice wavered with fear. Rang clutched his shirt, shaking his head. "No~no, you don’t understand, Yeol. My Joon~my baby~" his voice broke into a choked sob. Zayn ran alongside the stretcher, his breath heavy, heart pounding in his chest as he watched Namjoon’s pale face. "Joon, stay awake, alright? We’re almost there," he pleaded, gripping Namjoon’s cold hand. Seokjin followed closely, his mind a chaotic mess of emotions~fear, regret, desperation. "Namjoon, please..." he whispered under his breath. The hospital doors swung open as the medical team rushed Namjoon inside. A doctor met them at the entrance. "What happened?~Chest pain-he collapsed, he is having trouble breathing," Zayn answered quickly, stepping back as the team took over. The doctor nodded. "We need to stabilize him. Please wait outside." As the doors to the emergency room closed, Seokjin stood frozen, his hands clenched into fists. His tears finally spilled over. Zayn placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "He’s strong, hyung. He’ll fight through this." Seokjin nodded, but his body refused to stop shaking. Rang was still sobbing in Yeol’s arms
Gong sighed heavily, rubbing his temple as he glanced toward the emergency room doors. "A fight? What kind of fight would send Namjoon to the hospital like this?" His tone was sharp, his gaze flickering toward Seokjin, who stood frozen, staring at the closed doors with red-rimmed eyes. Yeon tightened his hold on Rang, whispering soothing words as Rang trembled in his arms. "Namjoon’s heart is sensitive. Stress can trigger severe attacks if it’s too much," Yeon explained, his voice calm but firm. "What exactly happened, Zayn?" Zayn, who had remained silent, finally spoke, his jaw clenched. "It was about that boy. The one Namjoon was accused of having an affair with. Seokjin found messages, misunderstood, and things got bad." Gong exhaled sharply, shaking his head in disappointment. "This is why I said that boy was trouble from the start." Seokjin flinched at the words but said nothing. He already felt like he was drowning in guilt. "Enough, Gong," Yeon said quietly but firmly. "Right now, our boy is in there fighting, and I won’t let this turn into a blame game. If you want to argue, do it later." Gong huffed but said nothing, knowing Yeon was right. Instead, he reached out and patted Rang’s back, his expression softening. "He’ll be okay, Rang. Namjoon is strong." Rang sniffled, nodding as he clung to Yeon. The entire family stood in tense silence, waiting-praying-for any news from the doctors.
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Harry sat on his bed, chewing his nails anxiously, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The screen was dark~no calls, no messages. His heart pounded against his ribs as he rocked back and forth slightly, his mind racing. "He promised." His voice was barely a whisper, lost in the silence of his small apartment. "He said he'd take me out today." He tapped the call button again, bringing the phone to his ear. One ring. Two. Three. Voicemail. His grip tightened. "Why isn’t he answering?" Doubt crawled up his spine, wrapping around his thoughts like a vice. Was he avoiding him? Did he change his mind? Was he tired of him? Harry shook his head furiously. No. Namjoon isn’t like that. But then... why? The apartment suddenly felt suffocating. He stood up, pacing the room, glancing at the clock. Almost five. He should’ve been here by now.
Harry took a deep breath, licking his lips as he stared at his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen, torn between dialing Louis, Namjoon’s brother-in-law or waiting just a little longer. Namjoon always kept his promises. Always. But it was already too late. The sky outside was turning a deep shade of blue, and his calls had gone unanswered for hours. His knee bounced anxiously as he ran a hand through his curls. "Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe he just forgot his phone somewhere." He tried to convince himself, but the tightness in his chest wouldn’t let up. Finally, he exhaled sharply and pressed Louis’ contact. The phone rang once. Twice. Then- "Hey, haz what's up?" Louis' voice was cheerful as always, the only person in Namjoon's family who welcomed harry happily Harry swallowed hard. "Hey~ Lou... Where's Namjoon?"
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Louis was taken aback by Harry’s sudden question and the way he sounded-uneasy, almost desperate. He exchanged a glance with Liam, who sat beside him in Liam’s grandmother’s house. They had come here to convince Eun to return home after a fight with her in-laws, but now Louis' attention was elsewhere. "Umm… I don't know, darling. We aren’t home," Louis admitted, excusing himself from the conversation happening around them. He stepped into a quieter corner, lowering his voice. "My in-laws fought, and Mum is at her mother’s place out of anger. We’re here to convince her to come with us." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Louis could hear Harry’s shallow breathing, like he was trying to hold himself together. "Have you… heard from Namjoon?" Harry finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Louis frowned. "No, I haven't. Why? Did something happen?" Silence. Louis’ stomach twisted. "Harry?" A shaky breath. Then, "I~I don’t know. He promised to take me out today, but he’s not answering, and it never happened he lets me know if he is stuck in work, but now I just~” Louis felt a cold unease settle over him. Namjoon never ignored his phone, not when it came to Harry. Something wasn’t right."Stay where you are," Louis said firmly. "I’ll call around and see what’s going on, alright?" "Okay," Harry whispered. Louis ended the call, his jaw tightening as he turned to Liam. "Something’s wrong."
Eun-Tak’s grip on the phone tightened, her face twisted in frustration. "I told you, Hong, I don't want to talk to you right now!" Both Liam and Louis exchanged a glance as they watched Eun snap at her wife. But before either of them could react, Eun suddenly froze. Her expression shifted from anger to horror in an instant. "What? What are you talking about? How did this happen?" Her voice dropped, shaking slightly. Louis' heart pounded as he saw the way Eun-Tak’s face drained of color. Without thinking, he rushed forward. "Mum, what’s wrong?" Eun-Tak didn't answer immediately, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she listened intently to whatever Hong-jo was saying on the other end of the call. Her hand trembled as she slowly lowered the phone from her ear, looking at Louis with wide, horrified eyes. "It’s Namjoon," Eun-Tak whispered. "He~he’s in the hospital." Louis felt the blood drain from his own face. Liam, who had been silent until now, stepped closer. "What? What happened to him?"
Eun-Tak swallowed hard, shaking his head. "I~I don’t know the full details yet, but~” Her throat bobbed as she tried to steady himself. "It’s serious." Louis didn't waste another second. He pulled out his phone and immediately called Harry.
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"Let me go! Let me see Namjoonie!" Harry's screams echoed through the hospital halls as he thrashed against the grip of the staff holding him back. His voice was raw, desperation leaking through every syllable.
"Sir, please calm down," one of the nurses tried to reason with him. "We can't allow outsiders inside the ICU."
"I'm not an outsider!" Harry choked out, his vision blurred with unshed tears. His arms strained against their hold, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled. "He's~he's my~just let me see him, please!" The staff exchanged glances, their grips tightening as Harry nearly broke free. "Security~" one of them started, but before they could finish, a firm voice cut through the chaos. "Let him go." Harry froze. His chest heaved, his entire body trembling as he turned to see Louis, his face unreadable as he stepped forward. "Louis," Harry gasped, his eyes silently pleading. Louis exhaled, rubbing his temples before looking at the staff. "I'll take responsibility. Just let him in." The staff hesitated before slowly loosening their grip, and the moment they did, Harry stumbled forward, nearly collapsing. Louis caught him, steadying him with both hands. "Come on, Haz. Come with me"
Seokjin was the first to notice Harry, and the moment he did, his entire demeanor shifted into panic. His breath hitched, and his grip on the disposable coffee cup in his hand tightened until the paper crumpled beneath his fingers. His wide eyes snapped to Louis, filled with disbelief and betrayal. "Louis," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Why did you bring him here?" Louis sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He has the right to know, Jinnie~No, he doesn’t!" Seokjin snapped, his voice louder now, the exhaustion and frustration of the night catching up to him. He took a step forward, blocking Harry’s view of the ICU doors. "You shouldn’t be here," he said coldly, his gaze locking onto Harry’s. Harry’s throat felt tight, his nails digging into his palms. "I~" His voice broke before he could finish. His green eyes darted between Seokjin and the doors behind him, filled with desperation. "I just.. I need to see him." Seokjin shook his head. "No. You need to leave." Harry flinched as if he had been physically struck. His lips parted, but no words came out. His body trembled, his mind screaming at him to fight back, to argue, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t family. He wasn’t Namjoon’s husband. He wasn’t anything in their eyes. Louis exhaled sharply, placing a firm hand on Seokjin’s shoulder. "Jin, stop." Seokjin turned to him, his expression one of pure disbelief. "Stop?" he repeated bitterly. "You want me to stop? After everything?"
Harry's head snapped toward Seokjin, his entire body trembling with barely contained rage. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his breathing ragged. "It's all your fault," he spat, his voice shaking. "You put my Namjoonie in here!" Seokjin flinched, his jaw tightening as he took a sharp breath. "Excuse me?" he said, his tone dangerously low. Harry stepped closer, his emerald eyes blazing with fury. "He promised me, Seokjin. He was supposed to take me out today, but instead, he's fighting for his life in there because of you! What did you do to him?" His voice cracked at the end, his emotions spilling over. Seokjin let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable," he muttered. His grip on the disposable coffee cup in his hand tightened before he threw it into the nearest trash can with unnecessary force. "You have some nerve, Harry." He crossed his arms, his expression cold. "You're blaming me? You don't even know what happened~I know enough!" Harry snapped. "He was fine before he came home to you. He was fine before whatever you did to him!~Whatever I did to him?" Seokjin repeated mockingly, his lips curling into a bitter smile. His voice was dripping with frustration. "Harry, you don’t even know Namjoon like you think you do. You don’t know the weight he carries every damn day. You~" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "You wouldn’t understand~Then make me understand!" Harry shouted, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes. His chest heaved, his emotions spiraling out of control. "Because all I see is that he's lying in there, and you're standing here acting like it’s nothing!" Seokjin’s expression darkened. "You think this is nothing?" His voice trembled with restrained anger. "Harry, I~"Jin," Louis interrupted, stepping between them. His gaze flickered between the two, heavy with tension. "This isn’t the time."
"Namjoonie!" Harry cried, his voice breaking as he rushed to Namjoon's bedside, gripping his hand tightly. His heart pounded against his ribs, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Namjoon’s eyes flickered with recognition, but his face was pale, his body weak. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his gaze shifted past Harry-to Seokjin, who had just entered behind him. Harry followed Namjoon's line of sight and immediately tensed. His grip on Namjoon's hand tightened as he turned back to him. "Joon, I was so worried. You weren’t answering-no one was telling me anything! What happened? Are you okay?" His voice cracked, and tears spilled down his cheeks.
Namjoon gave him a weak smile, squeezing Harry’s hand despite his exhaustion. "I'm okay, love," he murmured, though his voice barely carried.
Namjoon's eyes searched desperately for Seokjin, the weight of everything hitting him all at once. He had almost lost Seokjin today-almost. He couldn’t go through that again. "I won’t leave you," Harry whispered, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. "I’ll stay right here~You don’t need to," Seokjin cut in sharply, his voice steady, laced with confidence and a quiet arrogance that made Harry flinch. "I’m here. I’m his husband, and I’m not going anywhere."Namjoon’s breath hitched. "Jin~" Seokjin didn’t let him finish. He simply tightened his grip on Namjoon's hand, his resolve clear. And for the first time in a long while, Namjoon felt the weight of that grip-solid, real, and grounding.
Harry's gaze dropped to their entwined hands before flickering back to Namjoon, his expression twisting with anger and disbelief.
"You did this to him," he spat, his voice shaking. "How can you think I’d leave him with you alone?" Before anyone could react, he forcefully yanked Seokjin’s hand away from Namjoon, stepping between them as if to shield Namjoon from him. His stance was defensive, protective~possessive. Seokjin’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. "You have no right~I have every right," Harry snapped, not backing down. "You don’t get to hurt him and act like you belong here." Namjoon swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he looked between them, torn in ways he never thought possible.
Seokjin blinked, his anger flaring, but before he could say anything, Harry broke down completely. "You~you’re planning to take him away from me again, aren’t you?" Harry's voice cracked, his body trembling. "That’s why you did this to him. So he couldn’t come to our date, right? Isn’t that all you ever wanted? To keep him away from me?" Tears streamed down his face as he gripped the hospital bed’s railing, his chest heaving. His gaze bore into Seokjin, raw and accusing, desperation laced in every word. Namjoon’s heart clenched painfully. "Haz..." he whispered weakly, but Harry wasn’t looking at him-he was glaring at Seokjin, as if the older man had stolen everything from him.
Seokjin exhaled sharply, his own emotions boiling over. "You think I wanted this?" he shot back, his voice dangerously low. "You think I wanted him in this condition?!"
Seokjin's jaw clenched as Harry's voice echoed through the hospital room, raw and desperate. "No, you might not have wanted him in the hospital," Harry continued, his breath ragged, his hands shaking. "But you knew about our date, didn’t you?" His voice cracked, his emotions spiraling out of control. "LISTEN TO ME! YOU CAN’T KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Namjoon winced at the sheer anguish in Harry's words, his weak fingers twitching against the bedsheet. "He is mine," Harry declared, his eyes wild, his entire body trembling. "He was mine before, and he will stay mine forever!" Seokjin inhaled sharply, his own emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "You’re delusional," he bit out, his grip tightening on Namjoon’s hand. "He’s my husband. We built a life together. You have no right~ I HAVE EVERY RIGHT!" Harry screamed, cutting him off. His chest heaved as he pointed at Namjoon. "You stole him from me! You forced him to choose! But he never stopped loving me!" Namjoon’s heart clenched painfully. He wanted to speak-to tell Harry to stop, to calm him down-but the weight of everyththing, of the truth, of the past, crushed him. Louis, who had been silent all this time, finally stepped forward. "Harry, please," he said softly, trying to reason with him. "This isn’t the time-" Harry shook his head violently. "No! No more time! No more waiting! He is mine!" His voice broke as tears streamed down his face. Seokjin exhaled, shaking his head, before turning to Namjoon, his eyes pleading. "Joon, say something." Namjoon’s lips parted, his voice barely above a whisper. "...Harry." And in that moment, the air between them was thick with history, pain, and unresolved love.
"ENOUGH!" Zayn’s grip was firm, his expression cold as he pulled Harry away from Namjoon’s bedside. Zayn's voice thundered through the room. Harry's head snapped toward him in shock, but before he could react, Zayn seized his wrist in a firm grip. "Let me go! Let me go!" Harry cried and screamed slapping at Zayn’s hands desperately, struggling against Zayn’s strength, his hands flailing as he tried to break free. His voice cracked, desperate and broken. But Zayn didn’t loosen his hold-he just dragged him forward, his grip unrelenting. "Nam~Namjoon!" Harry choked out, his voice trembling with sheer devastation. He looked back, his vision blurred by tears, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please! Say something! Joonie!" But Namjoon was silent. Unmoving. His eyes, filled with exhaustion and something unreadable, remained fixed on them. "Enough of this," Zayn's voice was sharp, unforgiving. "You need to leave~No!" Harry thrashed harder, his voice raw with pain. "He’s mine! He promised~he promised me!" Seokjin stood frozen, watching as Harry fell apart, his hands gripping the sheets beneath Namjoon's hand. Louis swallowed hard, hesitant, but he knew better than to interfere when Zayn was like this. Zayn didn’t stop. He didn’t look back. He just kept walking, dragging Harry out of the room as Harry sobbed and screamed for Namjoon to stop him. But Namjoon never did..
"Sto~" Harry barely got the word out before Zayn yanked him forward and threw him onto the floor. Harry snapped his head up, his red, teary eyes burning with fury. "Have some fucking shame! You put him in the hospital~" Harry’s eyes narrowed before suddenly widening. "I put him here?" He let out a bitter laugh, his voice sharp and mocking. "It was his damn husband who put him there! Seokjin was the one who argued, the one who couldn’t handle the fact that Namjoon loves me!" Zayn’s fists clenched as he stormed toward Harry, forcing him to step back. "He loves you? Are you out of your fucking mind? My brother nearly had a heart attack because Seokjin saw your messages and was leaving him!" Harry shook his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he met Zayn’s glare. His back hit the wall. "You’re lying. Why would he care about Seok~"Because they love each other! Where the hell do you think their son came from?" Zayn snapped. Harry licked his lips, swallowing thickly. "He’s not Namjoon’s..." His voice barely above a whisper, his gaze falling to the floor. Zayn stared at him in disbelief. "Are you seriously one of those conspiracy theorists? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shoved him hard against the wall. Harry’s breath hitched. "He wouldn’t do that to me... he wouldn’t~" Zayn’s voice dropped, his tone final. "He did that to you two years ago. He doesn’t love you." Harry's gaze faltered, the fight draining from his body. Zayn exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Whatever your name is, take what little dignity you have left and walk away." Turning on his heel, Zayn strode off, leaving Harry frozen in place, his world crumbling around him.
"Why didn’t your family accept me? Was it just because I don’t have a surname?" Zayn froze mid-step, his fingers instinctively reaching for the cigarette box in his pocket.
"Tell me why didn’t your family give me their surname?" Harry’s voice wavered, heavy with resentment. "Maybe then I wouldn’t be questioned about my birth." Zayn kept his eyes fixed ahead, his throat tightening.
"When we fell in love, I dreamed of having a family~my own family." Harry sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand before letting out a bitter chuckle. "But he has a family… and I don’t." Zayn didn't turn. He just listened to the shuffling of Harry’s footsteps behind him. "When he got married, I begged him to run away with me," Harry murmured, his voice almost lost in the night air. "But someone in your house got very sick. He said he had to get married." Harry’s empty gaze bore into Zayn’s back. Zayn exhaled slowly before speaking. "What happened, happened. You have to move on and let him live." He finally pulled out a cigarette, fumbling to light it when Harry's voice cut through the silence again. "Why? Why didn’t your family~WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" Zayn snapped, spinning around, his cigarette flicking between his fingers. But Harry wasn’t looking at him anymore. He had turned away, shoulders tense. At Zayn’s question, Harry stood still for a moment, lost in thought. Then, he glanced back, his expression unreadable. "What do I want?" His lips curled into a faint, sorrowful smile. "I want a family of my own. I want a surname."
The wind picked up suddenly, whipping through the hospital parking lot. Harry and Zayn stood face to face, neither acknowledging the people passing by. Harry’s messy hair blew across his face, strands sticking to his damp cheeks. "Nothing else? Money? Luxury? A stable future?" Zayn leaned in slightly, his voice unreadable. Harry’s eyes burned with raw emotion. "I grew up with people I never knew. A meal twice a day was enough for me. Nothing really bothered me-until someone asked for my full name or what my parents did." He took a step back, looking down as silent tears slipped from his eyes, betraying him. Zayn exhaled sharply, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. "Just a surname, huh?" Harry’s breath hitched, taking it as mockery. But before he could react, Zayn spoke again. "I will g~ I will marry you." Harry’s eyes widened, his vision swimming as dizziness overtook him. "I’ll give you my name. You’ll have a surname... and a husband who earns a lot less than your Namjoon. Will that be enough for you?" A shadow approached him, blurred through his tear-filled gaze. "Look at me." Harry’s ears buzzed, his breath uneven, until he felt two fingers slip under his chin, tilting his face up.
Zayn’s voice was softer this time. "What’s your name?~"H... Harry," he whispered. Zayn nodded, humming thoughtfully. "Does Harreh Zayn Malik sound good to you?"
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"Where did he take him?" Namjoon asked, frustration lacing his voice. He was done~done with everything. "Joon, calm down. They’re probably still around here," Seokjin tried to reassure him. After everything that had unfolded tonight, he couldn't blame Namjoon for panicking.
Namjoon shook his head, his breathing uneven. "You don’t understand. He’s... he’s sensitive, Jin. He might~" He trailed off, dread creeping into his voice. "I need to talk to him." Seokjin reached for Namjoon’s hand, squeezing it tightly before resting his head against his chest. "You need to get well first, okay? Then you can talk to whoever you want." Namjoon exhaled slowly, his fingers gently running through Seokjin’s hair as he nodded. But his gaze remained fixed on his phone resting on the bedside table, worry gnawing at him.
"Not even one day," Gong scoffed, his frustration evident. "Your son can’t behave like the eldest of this house for even one day. His brother is lying in a hospital bed, and instead of standing here, he just took off." He never missed a chance to express his disappointment in Zayn to his husband, Yeon. "Dada didn’t just take off," Taehyung muttered, leaning against the hospital wall. "He went to throw that chaos out." Gong let out a sharp scoff. "It’s been half an hour, Tae. Throwing someone out shouldn’t take this long. Stop taking your brother’s side."
Before Taehyung could argue back, Gong turned away, his gaze shifting as Yeol his younger brother and Namjoon’s father walked out of the hospital room. "How is he?" Yeon asked first. Yeol sighed, rubbing his temples. "Stable. They’ll still keep him under observation." Gong nodded, patting Yeol’s back. "This damn boy had an affair~" He stopped, exhaling sharply. "Gosh." Yeol let out a frustrated huff. "It’s not his fault. You saw how that boy was behaving. He must have felt pressured." Gong said but Yeol shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. "Pressure or not, he made his choice. Now, we deal with it."
"I can’t believe how that boy kept my son under pressure for all these years." Rang’s voice trembled with anger. "I was so right to refuse him. God, my family would have been ruined." His words were sharp, laced with resentment as he called Harry every name that came to mind. Yeon sighed, patting his back gently. "He’s out now. We just need to make sure he never contacts Namjoon again." Rang nodded, his breath hitching as he clung to Yeon, tears spilling freely. "I just want this nightmare to end."
"He’s not here, so why am I even taking his side? Baba is absolutely right," Taehyung muttered, frustration evident in his voice.
He and Yoongi had searched the entire hospital grounds, but there was no sign of their brother anywhere. "That... thing could be acting like a mess, sure~" Taehyung exhaled sharply, placing his hands on his hips. "But does that mean he personally had to escort him home?" Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. "He’s not picking up either." His voice held an edge of worry. He had already called countless times, but there was still no response. Taehyung clenched his jaw. "And if he comes home drunk again tonight, not even Thamma will be able to stop Baba from throwing him out this time." Yoongi placed a reassuring hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, but Taehyung immediately shrugged it off. His eyes flickered toward the dark streets outside before he turned abruptly and sprinted back into the hospital.