Taehyung clung to Jungkook, trembling, the cold dread seeping into his bones. The warmth of Jungkook's body, the steady beat of his heart against his ear, was the only anchor in a world that had suddenly tilted on its axis.

"You mean... they're going to come after me again?" Taehyung whispered, his voice muffled against Jungkook's chest, a childish fear creeping in. "Even here? Even with Luna?" He subtly tightened his arm around Jungkook's waist, seeking more comfort.

Jungkook held him tighter, his hand stroking Taehyung's hair. "No. Not again. Not ever again." His voice was a low, unwavering rumble, imbued with absolute certainty. "They made their move. And now, I make mine. This hospital is the safest place you could be. And once you're fully recovered, you won't be out of my sight. Not for a second."

He pulled back just enough to look Taehyung in the eyes, his gaze intense, resolute. "The people who targeted you are regretting it already, Taehyung. I promise you that. They won't come near you. They won't even think about it." His eyes were hard, reflecting the chilling promise of retribution he'd set in motion.

Taehyung looked into Jungkook's eyes, seeing the unyielding determination there. It was terrifying, yet strangely comforting. He didn't fully grasp the depths of Jungkook's world, or the kind of 'regret' he was about to inflict, but he understood the protective ferocity.

"So... so you're going to fight them?" Taehyung asked, a sliver of his dramatic curiosity overcoming his fear. "Like in the movies? With explosions and cool car chases?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched Jungkook's lips. "Something like that," he murmured. "But far more efficient. And far more permanent. No one threatens what's mine, Taehyung. You are mine."

Taehyung's eyes widened, a mixture of fear, awe, and a peculiar thrill flickering within them. "Mine?" he repeated, a blush creeping up his neck.

Jungkook merely nodded, his gaze unwavering, reinforcing the possessive claim. He then pressed a soft kiss to Taehyung's bandaged forehead. "Now, try to rest. You need your strength. For everything." He pulled Taehyung back against him, holding him close. The world might be about to burn, but in this room, a fragile, hard-won peace settled, guarded fiercely by the man who had found his most unexpected weakness, and his greatest strength, in his "dramatic darling."

Taehyung, still nestled against Jungkook, felt the soft press of the kiss on his forehead, then the weight of those final words: "You are mine." The tremor that had run through him earlier, born of fear, was replaced by a different kind of shiver—a thrill that was both exhilarating and profoundly unsettling.

He pulled his head back slightly, just enough to look up at Jungkook, his big eyes searching the mafia boss's face. His initial fear had begun to recede, replaced by a wave of something far more complex. He saw the cold, ruthless determination in Jungkook's gaze, but also an undeniable possessiveness, a protective fire that was undeniably aimed at him.

"Mine?" Taehyung repeated, his voice barely a whisper, not of fear or accusation this time, but of awe. He blinked, a soft, dazed smile slowly spreading across his lips. The implicit claim, the public declaration of him being a "dramatic darling," had been one thing. But this, this explicit, intimate "You are mine," spoken in the quiet of their shared space, was something entirely different. It was absolute.

He didn't challenge it. He didn't even attempt a playful retort. The weight of Jungkook's words, combined with the raw honesty of the assassination attempt, settled deep within him. He felt overwhelmed, yes, but not in a negative way. It was an overwhelming sense of belonging, of being truly seen and fiercely claimed.

A slow, warm blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks. He could feel the steady beat of Jungkook's heart, strong and unwavering beneath his ear. It was the sound of safety. The realization that this formidable man, this "Bunny Boss" he had so brazenly chased and annoyed, was now declaring him his, was almost too much for his recovering brain to process.

Taehyung closed his eyes, a blissful sigh escaping him. He snuggled deeper into Jungkook's embrace, his arm tightening around Jungkook's waist, clinging to him as if to confirm the claim. "Mine," he echoed softly, the word a contented hum. "My Bunny Boss. My mafia wifey."

He wasn't just accepting it; he was embracing it wholeheartedly, surrendering to the unexpected, terrifying, yet utterly captivating possessiveness that had just been laid bare. For Taehyung, being "owned" by Jungkook in this fierce, protective way felt less like a constraint and more like the ultimate, dramatic culmination of his desires. He was safe, he was loved, and he was finally, irrevocably, Jungkook's.

Jungkook held him, feeling the subtle shift in Taehyung's weight, the deeper snuggle, the quiet acceptance. He looked down at the soft curve of Taehyung's smile, a profound sense of rightness settling over him. He had spoken the truth, and his dramatic darling had, perhaps surprisingly, welcomed it. The war might rage outside, but here, in his arms, was a fragile, precious calm.

Taehyung, having basked in the warmth of Jungkook's possessive claim, slowly began to stir again, a subtle hum of renewed energy pulsing beneath his skin. The terrifying revelation of the assassination attempt still lingered, but with Jungkook's firm embrace and comforting presence, his innate playfulness began to resurface, pushing back the shadows of fear.

He shifted slightly, lifting his head from Jungkook's shoulder to look up at him, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. The wide, innocent gaze was back, now laced with a knowing sparkle.

"So," Taehyung began, his voice still a little soft, but with a definite playful lilt. "You said 'mine.' Does that mean... I get to order you around now, Bunny Boss?" He poked Jungkook's chest lightly with a finger. "Like, 'Bunny Boss, bring me banana milk!' Or 'Mafia Wifey, cuddle me harder!'"

Jungkook looked down at him, a faint, exasperated sigh escaping him, but a corner of his lips twitched upwards. "You're recovering, Taehyung. You're barely coherent, and already trying to stage a coup?"

Taehyung giggled, a soft, joyful sound that brought a surprising lightness to the sterile room. "But I'm your dramatic darling! And your dramatic darling needs things! Like, more poos!" He leaned up slightly, a hopeful glint in his eye as he gestured vaguely towards Jungkook's lips. "Since I'm 'mine,' surely I get more poos?"

Jungkook gently pushed him back down onto the pillow, careful of his head. "Don't push your luck, dramatic darling. You just had breakfast." He tried to sound firm, but the underlying amusement was clear in his tone. "And no more talk of 'poo' from now on. You're in a hospital."

Taehyung pouted dramatically, but his eyes were still twinkling. "But it's our special code! And you said 'mine'! 'Mine' means lots of special things, right? Does 'mine' mean we have to hold hands all the time now? Even when you're doing scary mafia stuff?" He wiggled his fingers playfully.

Jungkook looked at his intertwined hand with Taehyung's on his stomach, then back at the boy's irrepressible, playful face. He shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him. "You are truly unbelievable, Kim Taehyung," he murmured, his voice filled with an affection he no longer bothered to hide. "Just rest. Your 'mine' status means I'm going to make sure you heal, and then I'm going to make sure no one ever bothers you again. That's the priority."

Taehyung snuggled back into his side, a contented sigh escaping him. "Okay, Bunny Boss. Healing first. Then... then more 'mine' things. Lots and lots of 'mine' things." He closed his eyes, a mischievous smile still playing on his lips, already planning his next round of delightful torment for his mafia boss.

As the morning wore on, a comfortable silence settled between Jungkook and Taehyung. Jungkook remained by his side, occasionally checking his vitals, his gaze often drifting to the now-quiet Luna in her enclosure. Taehyung, resting peacefully, occasionally mumbled softly, a clear sign of his gradual recovery.

Then, a soft, almost imperceptible hum began to emanate from Taehyung. It started as a low, tuneless murmur, then slowly gained form, growing into a gentle melody. Jungkook looked down, a faint frown of curiosity on his face.

Taehyung's eyes remained closed, but a soft smile graced his lips as he began to sing, his voice a little raspy from the sedative, but filled with a tender, heartfelt emotion. He translated the Hindi lyrics effortlessly, pouring his feelings into the English words.

"I have lived you in such a way," Taehyung crooned softly, his voice a melodic whisper.

"Like a lamp that burns in storms."

"Every distance was crossed by love,"

"All moments that were separated from us, those angry times,"

"They all passed away."

"You came like the morning,"

"And all the darkness disappeared."

Jungkook listened, utterly captivated. His planned retort about "no singing with a concussion" died on his lips. Taehyung's voice, raw and vulnerable, yet so full of a tender, open emotion, wrapped around him. He felt the weight of the lyrics, the simple, profound devotion in the words. Taehyung was singing to him, about them.

He watched Taehyung's face, bathed in the soft morning light, seeing the genuine emotion etched there. The playful chaos, the dramatic antics—they were part of Taehyung, but beneath it lay this surprising depth, this unwavering affection. The storm that had raged around them yesterday, the threats, the violence—it all faded into the background. All that remained was Taehyung's voice, his song, and the quiet, undeniable truth of his feelings.

Jungkook reached out, his hand gently settling over Taehyung's where it lay resting on the bed. He didn't speak, not wanting to break the fragile beauty of the moment. He just listened, letting the lyrics sink in, a silent acknowledgment of the "lamp that burns in storms," and the unexpected "morning" that Taehyung had brought into his life.

Taehyung's voice faded, the last notes of his song lingering softly in the air. Jungkook's hand remained gently on Taehyung's, his gaze still fixed on the peaceful face of his "dramatic darling." The quiet intimacy of the moment felt precious, a fragile bubble in the midst of his turbulent world.

A soft knock at the door broke the spell.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his posture instantly shifting, the air of relaxed comfort replaced by his usual guarded alertness. "Enter," he commanded, his voice low but firm.

A young nurse, carrying a sterile tray, pushed the door open cautiously and stepped inside. She offered Jungkook a polite, slightly nervous smile. "Good morning, Mr. Jeon. I'm here to change Mr. Kim's head dressing."

Jungkook nodded, his gaze sweeping over the nurse with his usual thorough assessment. "Proceed," he instructed, his voice even. He subtly tightened his grip on Taehyung's hand for a moment, a silent reassurance, before gently releasing it and moving slightly to give the nurse space. He didn't leave the bedside, however, his eyes never truly leaving Taehyung.

The nurse approached the bed, her movements precise and professional. She carefully unwrapped the old bandage from Taehyung's head, revealing the stitched laceration. Taehyung stirred faintly, a soft groan escaping him, but remained largely asleep, the sedative still aiding his rest.

Jungkook watched the nurse work, his brow furrowed with concern as he saw the wound more clearly. He was used to seeing injuries, often far more severe, but seeing it on Taehyung, so vulnerable, still pricked at something within him. He observed the nurse's technique, ensuring every step was performed with the utmost care. His eyes flickered between the wound and Taehyung's face, seeking any sign of discomfort.

The nurse quickly cleaned the wound and applied a fresh, clean bandage, her movements efficient. "He's healing well, Mr. Jeon," she murmured, her voice soft. "The swelling has gone down significantly. We'll keep monitoring him, but he's making excellent progress."

"Good," Jungkook replied, his voice curt. He continued to watch until the nurse had secured the new dressing and gathered her supplies.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" the nurse asked, ready to leave.

Jungkook glanced at the now freshly bandaged Taehyung, then back at the nurse. "No. That will be all. Ensure he's not disturbed unless absolutely necessary." His tone left no room for interpretation.

The nurse nodded, sensing the unspoken dismissal, and quickly exited the room, leaving Jungkook once again alone with his recovering "dramatic darling" and the ever-present, quietly coiling Luna. Jungkook settled back into his chair, his gaze once more fixed on Taehyung, a fierce vigilance returning to his eyes.

Taehyung, now with a fresh bandage and a stomach full of oatmeal, seemed to be regaining his usual energy, much to Jungkook's simultaneous relief and apprehension. His eyes, though still a little heavy, had that familiar mischievous glint.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung said, his voice a soft murmur, as he looked towards Luna's enclosure. The large snake was coiled contentedly on her heating mat, but Taehyung seemed to sense her unspoken desire for freedom.

Jungkook followed his gaze. "What is it now, dramatic darling? She just ate. She should be content."

"She is," Taehyung agreed, nodding. "But Luna has a habit. She likes to roam. To stretch her muscles." He looked at Jungkook, his big eyes earnest. "She can't stay in her enclosure forever. She needs to explore. To slither around and feel things."

Jungkook frowned, his initial amusement quickly fading. "Taehyung, no. This is a hospital. A sterile environment. We are not letting a six-foot boa constrictor roam free."

Taehyung immediately pouted, his lower lip jutting out. "But Bunny Boss! She'll get grumpy! She needs her exercise! And she's very clean! She won't hurt anyone. She just likes to... stretch." He then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a persuasive whisper. "Besides, she's technically part of my emotional support team now, right? She needs to be able to do her job. How can she be emotionally supportive if she's stuck in a box?"

Jungkook stared at him, utterly dumbfounded by the logic. Emotional support boa constrictor, needing to stretch in a hospital ward. Only Taehyung. He pictured the reactions of the medical staff, the potential chaos, the sheer absurdity of it all.

"Taehyung," Jungkook began, his voice firm, ready to lay down the law. "That is completely out of the question. She stays in her enclosure. She's already caused enough... attention."

But Taehyung wasn't giving up. He summoned his ultimate weapon – the wide, pleading, tear-filled eyes, now combined with a look of profound disappointment. "Please, Bunny Boss? Just for a little bit? She'll be so sad! And when Luna's sad, I'm sad! And then my concussion will get worse from all the sadness!" He sniffled dramatically, a single tear threatening to spill. "Don't you want your dramatic darling to heal properly? With a happy Luna?"

Jungkook closed his eyes, a long, defeated sigh escaping him. He could face rival gangs, but this combination of genuine concern for his pet and theatrical manipulation was his true kryptonite. He opened his eyes, glaring at Taehyung, but the anger was utterly gone, replaced by exasperated affection.

"Fine," Jungkook muttered, rubbing his temples. "Just... for a short while. And only when I'm here. And if she touches anything, *anything*, you're both getting sedated." He slowly rose from his chair and walked towards Luna's enclosure, his hand hovering over the latch. "And if anyone walks in, she goes straight back inside. Understood?"

Taehyung's face lit up, a triumphant, joyous smile spreading across it. "Understood, Bunny Boss! You're the best! Luna's going to be so happy!"

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, but his hand was already on the latch. He was about to unleash a six-foot boa constrictor in his hospital room. For Taehyung. His dramatic, utterly unpredictable, undeniably captivating darling.

Jungkook took a deep breath, the sheer absurdity of the situation momentarily overwhelming him. He had just consented to let a boa constrictor roam free in his private hospital room. For Taehyung. He unlatched the enclosure, the click echoing in the quiet room.

Luna, sensing her opportunity, slowly uncoiled. Her head, with its unblinking eyes, emerged first, cautiously surveying the room. Then, with a fluid grace that was both mesmerizing and unnerving, her long, muscular body began to slide out of the enclosure.

Taehyung clapped his hands together softly, his face alight with pure joy. "Go on, Luna! Explore! Say hi to your Bunny Boss properly!"

Jungkook watched, a strange mix of fascination and apprehension on his face, as Luna slowly slithered onto the floor. She moved silently, her scales making barely a sound as she navigated the sterile tiles. She didn't head for the door; instead, with an almost deliberate motion, she began to move towards Jungkook's chair.

Jungkook stiffened, resisting the urge to jump up. He watched as Luna's head rose slightly, her tongue flicking out, tasting the air. She moved closer, her large body smoothly flowing until she was coiling around the legs of his chair.

"See, Bunny Boss?" Taehyung whispered, delighted. "She likes you! She's saying hello!"

Jungkook stared down at the massive snake now intimately wrapped around his chair. He could feel the slight pressure of her coils against the metal. It was... unsettling. But he held his ground, refusing to show any fear. He was Jeon Jungkook. He would not be intimidated by a reptile, even if it was Taehyung's pet.

Luna continued her exploration, slithering up one of the chair legs, then across the armrest, her head pausing inches from Jungkook's hand. Her tongue flicked out, brushing his skin ever so lightly.

Jungkook fought a shiver. "She's very... observant," he murmured, his voice a little strained.

Taehyung giggled. "She likes to know everything! She's very smart. She's probably trying to decide if you're a good person for her papa."

Luna then slid down the other side of the chair and began to make her way across the floor towards the other side of the room, exploring every nook and cranny with silent curiosity. She investigated the base of the IV pole, flowed around the waste bin, and then slowly began to make her way towards Jimin, who was still fast asleep in his chair.

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Taehyung," he said, a note of warning in his voice. "She's going towards Jimin."

Taehyung, still smiling, seemed unconcerned. "Oh, she loves Jiminie! She always likes to say hello to him. He's a very warm cushion."

Jungkook watched, a tense silence filling the room, as Luna gracefully reached Jimin's chair. She slowly, almost tenderly, began to coil herself around the legs of his chair, her head rising to rest gently on his outstretched arm. Jimin stirred slightly in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, entirely unaware of the six-foot boa constrictor now draped around him.

A long, slow sigh escaped Jungkook. He looked at Taehyung, then at the peacefully sleeping Jimin, now unknowingly sharing his chair with a large snake. He looked at Luna, who seemed content, her head resting calmly on Jimin's arm. This was his life now. Chaos, drama, and a surprisingly affectionate boa constrictor.

The soft hum of the hospital room continued, punctuated only by the gentle hiss of Luna's breathing and the even breaths of the sleeping occupants. Jungkook watched, a strange sense of resignation settling over him, as Luna remained draped comfortably over Jimin's arm, her head resting near his hand. He even found a peculiar quietness in the scene.

Suddenly, Jimin shifted, a small groan escaping him as he stretched. His eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on his surroundings. He blinked, rubbing at them, and then his gaze landed on his arm.

He froze.

His eyes widened, slowly, as he processed the long, scaled body resting on his limb. His brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment. He saw the gentle curve of the snake, the unblinking eye just inches from his face. For a split second, there was no reaction. Just pure, unadulterated shock.

Then, the realization hit him like a lightning bolt.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Jimin's scream was ear-splitting, a high-pitched shriek of pure terror that ripped through the peaceful room.

Without a moment's hesitation, propelled by primal fear, Jimin launched himself out of the chair. He didn't just stand; he vaulted, directly towards the nearest perceived safe haven – Jungkook.

Jungkook, who had been watching the inevitable unfold with a weary premonition, had no time to react. Jimin, a ball of panicked energy, slammed into him. The impact sent Jungkook, caught off guard, stumbling backward. The chair he was sitting on scraped loudly across the floor as both he and Jimin tumbled over, landing in an undignified heap on the sterile tiles.

"Get it off me! Get it off me! Snake! Snake! It's on me! It's going to eat me!" Jimin shrieked, scrambling on top of Jungkook, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the reptile, his arms flailing wildly.

Taehyung, jolted awake by the commotion, blinked rapidly. He saw Jungkook and Jimin tangled on the floor and Luna, startled by the scream, retreating gracefully back towards her enclosure.

"Jiminie! What are you doing?!" Taehyung exclaimed, a mix of confusion and indignation in his voice. "You scared Luna! And you knocked over my Bunny Boss!"

Jungkook, groaning from the impact, pushed himself up, trying to disentangle himself from Jimin's panicked limbs. "Jimin! Get off me! It's just Luna! She's not going to eat you!" He glared at the now-recoiling boa constrictor, then back at the hysterical Jimin who was still trying to use him as a human shield. This was going to be a long day.

Jimin, still trembling, slowly disentangled himself from Jungkook, scrambling backward until he was huddled against the far wall, eyes wide with terror fixed on Luna. Jungkook, rubbing his now aching back, shot Jimin a look that promised future retribution.

Taehyung, meanwhile, sat up further in the bed, completely unfazed by the chaos his pet had caused. He clapped his hands softly, a gentle, rhythmic sound that cut through Jimin's lingering shrieks.

"Luna! Come here, my love! Come to Papa!" Taehyung cooed, his voice a sweet, coaxing melody.

Luna, who had indeed been startled by Jimin's sudden, deafening scream, seemed to recognize Taehyung's familiar call. She slowly, gracefully, turned her head. Her unblinking gaze seemed to acknowledge Jimin's terror for a moment, then shifted entirely to Taehyung. With a fluid, silent motion, she began to slither across the floor, bypassing the still-recovering Jungkook and the huddled Jimin, heading directly for Taehyung's bed.

Jungkook watched, a strange sense of resignation settling over him. He had just been tackled by his best friend over a snake, and now that same snake was flowing towards Taehyung with the elegance of liquid.

Luna reached the side of the bed and, with surprising ease, began to hoist her considerable length onto the mattress. Taehyung helped her, guiding her muscular body until she was once again draped comfortably over his chest and arm, her head resting near his shoulder.

"There, there, my brave girl," Taehyung murmured, stroking Luna's scales with tender affection. "That silly Jiminie just got scared. He didn't mean to shout." He looked at Jimin, who was still looking like he'd seen a ghost. "See, Jiminie? She's just cuddling me. She's not scary at all."

Jimin, still panting, could only point a shaky finger. "S-s-scary! That thing is a monster, Taehyung! It was on my arm!"

Jungkook finally pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his pants. He looked at the scene: Taehyung, utterly serene, cuddling a six-foot boa constrictor, and Jimin, traumatized and plastered to the wall. He let out a long, weary sigh.

"Alright," Jungkook said, his voice firm, rubbing his temples. "Luna stays on the bed with Taehyung. No more roaming. And Jimin, you need to calm down before you alert the entire hospital." He walked over to Jimin, pulling him gently away from the wall. "She's not going to hurt you."

He then looked at Taehyung, who was beaming, nestled with his serpentine companion. "Happy now, dramatic darling?"

Taehyung nodded, pressing his cheek against Luna's scales. "Very happy, Bunny Boss. Now everything is perfect."

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