As soon as the words "Bëhuni gati" left Taehyung's lips, a smirk spread wider across Jungkook's face, the thrill of the impending confrontation evident in his eyes.

Taehyung, moving with practiced precision, grabbed the man's arm, twisting it sharply, forcing him to lose his grip on the gun.

In the split second that followed, Jungkook deftly sidestepped away from the man, creating space for Taehyung.

With a determined glare, Taehyung delivered a brutal kick to the man's stomach, the impact resonating through the tense air.

The thug doubled over, gasping for breath.

Seizing the opportunity, Taehyung snatched the man’s weapon from the ground, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

In a swift, fluid motion, he aimed at the other three men lurking nearby and pulled the trigger, each shot ringing out like thunder.

Jungkook, realizing the chaos unfolding around him, sprinted towards his dad.

Jungkook felt his heart race as he knelt beside Jeongukk, panic flooding his thoughts.

"Shit, are you okay?" he asked urgently, his voice laced with concern.

Jeongukk coughed violently, a crimson spray staining his lips as he struggled to speak.

" I-I’m fine," he managed to choke out, though the pain in his voice betrayed him.

He reached weakly for Jungkook, whispering, "Bambi," as if calling for comfort.

Jungkook's hands trembled slightly as he pressed down on Jeongukk's wound, trying to stem the bleeding.

"He'll be fine, Dad," he reassured, though the knot in his stomach told a different story.

Suddenly, a furious shout broke through the tension. "You motherfucker!"

Taehyung’s voice echoed around them, filled with rage as he caught sight of the situation unfolding before him.

Jeongukk and Jungkook abruptly turned their heads, eyes widening in shock as they caught sight of Taehyung.

Their hearts raced and time seemed to slow as they processed the scene before them.

The man loomed over Taehyung, an intimidating gun pressed firmly against his stomach.

Jeongukk glanced nervously, his eyes wide as he murmured, "B-Bambi..."

Beside him, Jungkook put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his smile wavering with anxiety.

"Hold on, Dad. He'll be fine," he said, his voice steady yet tinged with concern.

Taehyung, ever the protector, shot a glare at the imposing figure dragging him.

"Careful, you big bastard," he cursed, his tone laced with defiance as his instincts kicked in.

The menacing figure continued to drag Taehyung forward until they halted just a few feet away from Jeongukk and Jungkook.

Mr. Jeon, with a smirk playing on his lips, greeted them with mock familiarity.

"Hello, son," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Sorry to disturb your wedding," he added, the words laced with an unsettling undertone that hinted at the tension hanging in the air.

Jeongukk clenched his jaw, his heart racing as he demanded through gritted teeth, "What do you want?"

Mr. Jeon’s expression shifted slightly, the smirk still in place but his eyes now cold and piercing.

"Where’s Bora? The woman you’re supposed to be married to?" he asked, his voice low and menacing as he stood before them, a figure of authority who demanded answers.

Jungkook replied in a cold tone "Dead, I killed her."

Mr. Jeon looked at Jeongukk, who was on the ground. "Wow, you got both sons against her. You're pathetic." He said chuckling darkly

Before Mr. Jeon could say anything else, Taehyung raised his leg, kicking Mr. Jeon in the crotch as he twisted his arm, pinning him to the ground.

Taehyung pressed his foot into Mr. Jeon's back, "I will fucking kill you!"

Mr. Jeon chuckled, looking at Jeongukk, "You raised a tough boy, or should I say daughter."

Jungkook, who was beside Jeongukk, rolled his eyes while replying in a sassy tone, "That was actually me."

Mr. Jeon chuckled darkly while looking into Jeongukk's eyes, "Of course, my son has always been too much of a bitch to actually do anything."

Taehyung tossed the gun on the ground as he began breathing heavily, which Jeongukk noticed.

As soon as he saw Taehyung swaying back and forth, he grabbed the gun on the floor, pointing it at his dad's head.

Jeongukk looked directly into his dad's eyes, muttering in a deep voice, "I may have been too much of a bitch to do anything back then, but NO ONE touches my fucking children."

As he said this, he pulled the trigger, shooting his dad in the head.

A few seconds later, Taehyung's body dropped to the floor unconscious.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders.

"Shit," he muttered, the urgency in his voice echoing in the dimly lit room.

Jeongukk looked exhausted, pain etched across his face as he whispered, "G-go to Bambi." His words were barely audible, yet they carried a desperate plea.

Reluctantly, Jungkook released his grip on Jeongukk's wound, feeling a pang of guilt as he turned to Taehyung, who lay unconscious.

He swiftly knelt beside Taehyung, his heart racing. "Come on, wake up! This isn't the moment for this," he urged, shaking Taehyung gently while panic bubbled beneath the surface.

Frustration boiling over, Jungkook pulled out his phone, dialing his men with shaky hands.

After a few agonizing minutes, they burst into the room, urgency written all over their faces.

"Get them in the car and drive back to the airport now! And call my doctor," Jungkook commanded, his voice firm despite the chaos roiling within him.

One of the men swiftly lifted Jeongukk, while Jungkook took charge of Taehyung, cradling him carefully.

They hurried outside, adrenaline pumping as they sped toward the airport.

The tires screeched against the pavement, and Jungkook kept whispering Taehyung's name, hoping to pull him back from the edge of unconsciousness.

"Come on, Taetae. Wake up," he urged, desperation lacing his voice.

Upon their arrival, they rushed inside, the cold air of the terminal a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier panic.

They laid Jeongukk and Taehyung on a nearby bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic overwhelming in the small space.

The doctor wasted no time, quickly assessing Jeongukk before expertly removing the bullet from his side and stitching him up with precision.

After finishing with Jeongukk, he turned his attention to Taehyung, frowning as he checked for signs of consciousness.

"It's just stress," the doctor stated, his tone matter-of-fact. "He passed out from too much stress."

"Okay, you can leave now," Jungkook responded, his voice strained with concern yet holding a thread of relief.

As soon as the doctor and the men exited the room, Jungkook turned back toward Jeongukk, his gaze earnest. "Want me to stay or...?"

Jeongukk, breathing heavily, shot him a weary glance. "Leave," he replied, his voice strained and breathless.

Jungkook nodded, understanding the unspoken need for solitude.

He stepped out, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Jeongukk and Taehyung enveloped in the quiet of the room.

Once alone, Jeongukk pushed himself off the bed, each movement a testament to his determination despite the pain.

He made his way to Taehyung's side, wincing at the discomfort but driven by instinct.

Carefully, he lay down next to him, wrapping his arms around Taehyung and pulling him into a protective embrace.

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As a few hours passed, Taehyung stirred slightly, struggling to move due to the weight of someone holding him.

He blinked a few times and was met with Jeongukk's peaceful, sleeping face, framed by dark hair that fell just above his eyebrows.

A wave of warmth washed over Taehyung, but his stomach tightened when he remembered the events that had unfolded earlier.

He cautiously glanced down at Jeongukk's side, his heart sinking as he noticed the bandage was soaked through with blood.

“Dad,” Taehyung whispered, his fingers gently caressing Jeongukk's cheek, trying to wake him.

Jeongukk blinked awake, his sleepy gaze gradually focusing on Taehyung.

“Are you okay, Bambi?” he asked softly, instinctively pulling Taehyung closer, protective as ever.

Taehyung bit his lip, concern knitting his brows. “Y-yeah. But you’re bleeding…”

“Mh, I’ll be fine, Bambi,” Jeongukk reassured him, a teasing smile gracing his lips before he pressed a soft kiss against Taehyung’s.

“But maybe we should change your bandage,” Taehyung suggested, anxiety lacing his voice.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” Jeongukk insisted, his smile unwavering. “Are you sure you’re okay? You suddenly fainted back there.”

“I’m okay,” Taehyung repeated, though a sigh escaped him, betraying his worry.

Jeongukk’s expression softened, his brow furrowing as he said, “You need to be more careful, Bambi. Too much stress could cause a miscarriage.”

“I know,” Taehyung replied quietly, feeling the weight of that reality sink in.

“Also, who taught you how to fight?” Jeongukk asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he gently caressed Taehyung's baby bump.

“Jungkook did,” Taehyung admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“When?” Jeongukk pressed, trying to process this new information.

“When you were asleep,” Taehyung replied, looking down, a hint of guilt creeping in.

“Do you know why?” Jeongukk continued, his gaze intense as he focused on Taehyung.

“Self-defense,” Taehyung mumbled, knowing that words did little to justify his actions in Jeongukk’s eyes.

“Okay, but no more, alright? You don’t want to lose our baby, do you?” Jeongukk’s tone was firm yet tender, his hand gently resting on Taehyung’s tummy.

“Okay, I won’t,” Taehyung promised, a small smile breaking through the tension.

“Good boy,” Jeongukk praised, pulling Taehyung into a passionate kiss that made their hearts race.

Just then, the door swung open, and Jungkook walked in, his expression shifting to surprise.

“The jet has landed,” he announced, taking in the scene.

Reluctantly, Jeongukk and Taehyung separated from the kiss.

“Okay,” Jeongukk groaned, pushing himself up with some difficulty, wincing as pain shot through him.

“Be careful, Dad,” Jungkook cautioned, concern evident in his voice.

“I’ll be fine,” Jeongukk insisted, though his strained expression suggested otherwise.

With effort, Jeongukk helped Taehyung to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist as they made their way off the jet.

Jungkook followed closely behind, a watchful eye on his father.

“Want to sit in my lap, Bambi?” Jeongukk asked playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“But you’re injured,” Taehyung protested, glancing at the bandage peeking out from Jeongukk's shirt.

“I don’t care if I’m injured. You’re sitting in my lap,” Jeongukk declared with a mischievous grin.

He settled into the driver's seat and pulled Taehyung onto his lap, making sure he was secure.

Jungkook slid into the passenger seat, looking at the two of them with a mix of disbelief and concern.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jungkook said, shaking his head.

“I don’t care,” Jeongukk said, his voice strained as he started the car.

As Jeongukk drove them home, one arm wrapped possessively around Taehyung’s waist, he used the other to steer the wheel, mindful of the road ahead.

Taehyung nestled contentedly against him, feeling the warmth of Jeongukk's body, but still anxious about his injury.

When they reached their house, Taehyung opened the car door carefully, mindful not to hurt Jeongukk further, and helped him out.

Jungkook unlocked the door, and together, they made their way upstairs to their bedroom.

The weight of the world outside momentarily forgotten as Jeongukk shut and locked the door behind them.

“Let’s take a shower,” Taehyung suggested, relief flooding him as the familiar routine began to settle the worry in his chest.

“Okay, wifey,” Jeongukk chuckled, a teasing lilt to his voice that made Taehyung blush deeply.

In the bathroom, they stripped off their clothes, the warm steam filling the space around them.

Taehyung carefully peeled away the bandage from Jeongukk's wound, revealing the angry red gash beneath.

As they stepped into the shower, Taehyung took extra care to clean the wound gently, wincing every time Jeongukk hissed in pain.

Each hiss tore at Taehyung’s heart, prompting soft apologies to spill from his lips.

Once finished, they dried off quickly, wrapping towels around their waists as they returned to the bedroom.

“Let’s sleep like this, wifey,” Jeongukk murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion as he crawled into bed.

“Okay, but first I need to bandage your wound,” Taehyung replied, his tone serious.

He meticulously re-bandaged Jeongukk's wound, ensuring it was secure but comfortable.

With that done, they finally lay down together, Jeongukk pulling the blanket over them like a protective cocoon.

He wrapped his strong arms around Taehyung’s waist, and Taehyung nestled his head against Jeongukk’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Eventually, they both drifted into a deep sleep, the worries of the day dissipating in the warmth of each other’s embrace, a silent promise that they would face whatever came next together.