MidReal Story

The Heart of My Heart

Anonymous

Jan 29

Scenario:In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, stood the prestigious hospital known as Sungwon Medical Center. At its helm was Kim Taehyung, a remarkable young man with honey-colored skin, sharp features, and a towering height of 195 cm. Taehyung, at just 25 years old, led the best medical team in all of Korea, a team renowned for their expertise and dedication to saving lives. But Taehyung's world revolved around one person, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, a 22-year-old with an ethereal beauty that captured hearts effortlessly, possessed big puppy eyes, cute dimples, and porcelain-like pinkish skin. Standing at a modest height of 173 cm, Jungkook's innocence and kindness shone brightly, his babyish tone of voice adding to his charm. In Taehyung's eyes, Jungkook was a precious soul, a sweetheart he loved above all else. Their relationship was a unique bond, with Taehyung taking on the role of the dominant, protective figure while Jungkook embraced his submissive role with grace. Despite their differences, their love knew no bounds, intertwining their lives in a way that was both powerful and tender. One fateful day, Taehyung's world came crashing down when he rushed into the hospital room to find Jungkook writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Beeping monitors filled the room with urgency as Jungkook, half-conscious and clutching his chest, battled a heart attack, acute anemia, and an asthma attack all at once. The sight of his beloved in agony tore at Taehyung's heart, his mind racing with fear and determination to save Jungkook. Jungkook, with his rare ischemic heart disease since childhood, faced insurmountable odds—only a 5% survival rate, unable to undergo a heart transplant due to the risks involved. His body, once otherworldly beautiful, now lay vulnerable and exposed, the severity of his condition stark against his delicate features. With professional medical jargon filling the air, Taehyung's team sprang into action, their expertise and precision the only hope for Jungkook's survival. As the youngest but fearless leader of the team, Taehyung barked out commands, guiding every move with unwavering focus. Jungkook, battling not just his heart condition but also a severely compromised immune system, fought against the odds with a strength that belied his fragile appearance. Every injection, every IV drip administered by Taehyung was a lifeline, a testament to their unbreakable connection. In the ER of his parents' hospital, Jungkook's body lay naked and vulnerable, connected to a maze of wires and tubes. Taehyung, his savior and lover, worked tirelessly to stabilize him, his every action a blend of medical precision and unwavering love. Despite the setbacks and moments of despair, Taehyung and his team never wavered in their efforts to save Jungkook. Multiple cardiac arrests, CPR sessions, and defibrillations became routine, each moment a battle against time and fate. After grueling open-heart and double lung surgeries, Jungkook miraculously woke up from the coma, his eyes filled with tears of love and gratitude as he gazed at Taehyung. Unable to speak, his silent communication spoke volumes, a testament to the depth of their bond. Days turned into weeks, and then months, as Jungkook's recovery progressed slowly but steadily. Taehyung's constant presence by his side, tending to him with care and tenderness, became a source of comfort and strength for both of them. When the day finally arrived for Jungkook to be discharged, he left the hospital in Taehyung's arms, a fragile but resilient figure ready to embark on a new chapter of life. As they settled into their shared space, the king-size bed embraced them, a sanctuary where love and healing intertwined. In the quiet of their room, surrounded by a warmth that transcended words, Taehyung's gentle caresses and affectionate kisses filled the air. Jungkook, still fragile but growing stronger each day, melted into his lover's touch, a symphony of whispered promises and unspoken vows passing between them. And as the night enveloped them in its embrace, the echoes of Jungkook's soft whimpers and moans mingled with Taehyung's whispered endearments, a melody of love that painted their world in hues of hope and healing. Together, they faced the challenges ahead, their love a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through the storm, hand in hand.

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In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, stood the prestigious hospital known as Sungwon Medical Center. At its helm was Kim Taehyung, a remarkable young man with honey-colored skin, sharp features, and a towering height of 195 cm. Taehyung, at just 25 years old, led the best medical team in all of Korea, a team renowned for their expertise and dedication to saving lives. But Taehyung's world revolved around one person, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, a 22-year-old with an ethereal beauty that captured hearts effortlessly, possessed big puppy eyes, cute dimples, and porcelain-like pinkish skin. Standing at a modest height of 173 cm, Jungkook's innocence and kindness shone brightly, his babyish tone of voice adding to his charm. In Taehyung's eyes, Jungkook was a precious soul, a sweetheart he loved above all else. Their relationship was a unique bond, with Taehyung taking on the role of the dominant, protective figure while Jungkook embraced his submissive role with grace. Despite their differences, their love knew no bounds, intertwining their lives in a way that was both powerful and tender. One fateful day, Taehyung's world came crashing down when he rushed into the hospital room to find Jungkook writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Beeping monitors filled the room with urgency as Jungkook, half-conscious and clutching his chest, battled a heart attack, acute anemia, and an asthma attack all at once. The sight of his beloved in agony tore at Taehyung's heart, his mind racing with fear and determination to save Jungkook. Jungkook, with his rare ischemic heart disease since childhood, faced insurmountable odds—only a 5% survival rate, unable to undergo a heart transplant due to the risks involved. His body, once otherworldly beautiful, now lay vulnerable and exposed, the severity of his condition stark against his delicate features. With professional medical jargon filling the air, Taehyung's team sprang into action, their expertise and precision the only hope for Jungkook's survival. As the youngest but fearless leader of the team, Taehyung barked out commands, guiding every move with unwavering focus. Jungkook, battling not just his heart condition but also a severely compromised immune system, fought against the odds with a strength that belied his fragile appearance. Every injection, every IV drip administered by Taehyung was a lifeline, a testament to their unbreakable connection. In the ER of his parents' hospital, Jungkook's body lay naked and vulnerable, connected to a maze of wires and tubes. Taehyung, his savior and lover, worked tirelessly to stabilize him, his every action a blend of medical precision and unwavering love. Despite the setbacks and moments of despair, Taehyung and his team never wavered in their efforts to save Jungkook. Multiple cardiac arrests, CPR sessions, and defibrillations became routine, each moment a battle against time and fate. After grueling open-heart and double lung surgeries, Jungkook miraculously woke up from the coma, his eyes filled with tears of love and gratitude as he gazed at Taehyung. Unable to speak, his silent communication spoke volumes, a testament to the depth of their bond. Days turned into weeks, and then months, as Jungkook's recovery progressed slowly but steadily. Taehyung's constant presence by his side, tending to him with care and tenderness, became a source of comfort and strength for both of them. When the day finally arrived for Jungkook to be discharged, he left the hospital in Taehyung's arms, a fragile but resilient figure ready to embark on a new chapter of life. As they settled into their shared space, the king-size bed embraced them, a sanctuary where love and healing intertwined. In the quiet of their room, surrounded by a warmth that transcended words, Taehyung's gentle caresses and affectionate kisses filled the air. Jungkook, still fragile but growing stronger each day, melted into his lover's touch, a symphony of whispered promises and unspoken vows passing between them. And as the night enveloped them in its embrace, the echoes of Jungkook's soft whimpers and moans mingled with Taehyung's whispered endearments, a melody of love that painted their world in hues of hope and healing. Together, they faced the challenges ahead, their love a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through the storm, hand in hand.

Kim Taehyung

determined, and loving. Taehyung is deeply in love with Jungkook and is devastated when Jungkook falls critically ill. He leads his team to save Jungkook's life, using his expertise to ensure his recovery. Taehyung's relationship with Jungkook is tender and intense, showing unwavering devotion and care.

Jeon Jungkook

gentle, and resilient. Jungkook's condition worsens when he suffers a heart attack, acute anemia, and an asthma attack simultaneously. Despite the odds against him, he fights for survival under Taehyung's care. His bond with Taehyung is deep and loving, relying on him for support and comfort during his recovery.

Park Jimin

supportive, and diligent. Jimin assists Taehyung in treating Jungkook's critical condition with precision and dedication. His professional relationship with Taehyung showcases trust and collaboration as they work together to save Jungkook's life.

I, Kim Taehyung, was the leader of the best, most skilled, and most feared medical team in all of Korea at Seoul's Sungwon Medical Center.

At a young age of 25, I was already the leader of such a prestigious hospital.

What made me special from the others was not my age but the fact that I was blessed with a honey-colored skin, sharp facial features, and a towering height of 195 cm.

What made me proud was not being the leader of the hospital but the fact that I was loved by someone whom I loved the most in this world.

He was none other than Jeon Jungkook.

He had big puppy eyes, cute dimples when he smiled, and a porcelain-like pinkish baby face with a slender figure and a height of 173 cm.

He looked innocent and very sweet with his cuteness.

His babyish tone of speaking also made him look even cuter than before.

He was a sweetheart to me.

My sweetheart.

My lover.

My everything.

What made this person special from all the others was not his beauty—though he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in this world—but the fact that he had been suffering from a rare disease called ischemic heart disease since he was a child.

This disease made him weak and helpless sometimes.

But despite having such a big disease, he never showed any weakness to others that he was suffering from it.

I was standing at the entrance of the hospital when I received an emergency call from the nurse.

"Dr. Kim, Jungkook's condition has suddenly deteriorated. He is having a heart attack, acute anemia, and an asthma attack all at once."

I sprinted through the corridors of the hospital, pushing away nurses and patients who were in my way.

I reached his room in no time and burst through the door.

He was lying on the bed, gasping for air.

His face was pale and drenched in sweat.

The monitors were beeping erratically.

Park Jimin was already there, administering oxygen to him and checking his vitals.

I joined him immediately.

"Give him 1 milligram of adrenaline."

I ordered as I checked his vitals.

"Already given, doctor," Jimin replied.

"Then give him 1 milligram of dopamine."

"Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, his voice barely audible over the chaos, "there's something I need to tell you."

"Save your strength, Jungkook," I urged, my heart pounding with fear and urgency.

"No, Tae," he insisted, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce determination, "I found a letter from my father... it changes everything."

I leaned in closer, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within.

"What letter, Jungkook? We'll talk about it later. Right now, we need to stabilize you."

Jimin handed me the syringe, and I injected the medication into Jungkook's IV line.

His eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, but he nodded weakly in agreement.

The room was a flurry of activity as our team worked in unison, each movement calculated and precise.

I wiped the sweat from Jungkook's brow, my voice a gentle reassurance.

"We're going to get through this, Jungkook. Just hold on."

Jungkook's grip on my hand tightened, his voice a fragile whisper.

"The letter... it says my condition isn't what we thought. My father knew something, something that could save me."

Jimin paused, his eyes wide with shock as he looked between us.