There was a knock on the door. Taehyung pressed a hand to his forehead and felt a sharp pain in his eyes. The knocking continued. Taehyung struggled to sit up and answered softly,

Taehyung’s brows were tightly furrowed as he heard some sounds beside him. Startled, he turned around and saw a face that should not be there.

A low-cut lace dress covered his important parts. He screamed again and covered his body with the blanket. The person knocking on the door seemed to have heard the commotion inside and slammed the door even harder.

Shouts rose and fell outside, and Taehyung’s face turned even paler. Hyunwoo looked at Taehyung’s panicked expression with disgust. He picked up the robe beside him, covered himself, and walked toward the door. The moment the door opened, a group of reporters rushed in. Cameras flashed coldly at Taehyung, who was still sitting on the bed.

The overwhelming questions stunned Taehyung. He stared blankly at Hyunwoo, who stood by the door watching the scene unfold. He had never sent any messages. His phone had been missing since last night. How did he end up here… and why was he lying in the same bed as Hyunwoo?

Taehyung opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just then, a commotion erupted outside. The crowd parted. A woman rushed in. Upon seeing the scene, she gasped and staggered back, tears streaming down her face.

Taehyung tried to explain, but Jessica didn’t let him speak.

Jessica flung his hand away and slapped him hard. A red mark bloomed on Taehyung’s face. Gasps echoed through the room.

Hyunwoo wrapped his arms around Jessica and left without looking back. Taehyung was left alone— surrounded by flashing cameras, his face drained of all color.

After a hellish experience, Taehyung wrapped his coat tightly around his body, trying to retain a trace of warmth. As he walked along the streets, news occasionally rolled across display screens.

From the television came the sorrowful cries of kim soyeun his adoptive mother, lamenting that she had raised an ungrateful child for over twenty years. Those words pierced Taehyung’s heart—until the pain slowly went numb. He wandered the streets aimlessly, from dusk until midnight, as if hoping to walk until he reached a place completely unknown. At that moment, a beam of light suddenly shone from behind him. Taehyung turned around and saw a car approaching with its headlights glaring brightly. There were few cars on this road. Normally, vehicles slowed down and illuminated the path ahead. Taehyung stepped aside instinctively. But in the next second, the car suddenly accelerated—charging straight at him. Taehyung stared in shock. When the car was only ten meters away, someone rushed out from the side. Before Taehyung could see who it was, he was shoved violently aside. Bang! The person who pushed him was sent flying by the speeding car. Taehyung froze. Then his eyes caught a glint on the man’s chest. His pupils shrank.

Before he could reach him, the headlights flared again. A deafening crash followed. Taehyung felt his body lift into the air—then slam heavily onto the ground. Warm blood poured out of him. Through blurred vision, he saw a pair of diamond-studded stilettos stepping out of the car. A memory flashed—

Those very shoes now stood before Taehyung, stained red. He tried to lift his head—but couldn’t move. Blood foam filled his mouth. Jessica walked toward him calmly, squatting beside him in the pool of blood.

Taehyung’s vision faded. Hatred burned fiercely in his heart. Jessica… the kim family… If given another chance— He would take revenge.

Taehyung felt something was off. He slowly opened his eyes, which stung from the bright overhead light. Subconsciously, he raised his hand to shield his eyes—only to freeze when he saw several tubes connected to the back of his hand.

It was something commonly seen in hospital wards… This was… Taehyung grew even more confused as he looked around. The scene felt strangely familiar.

Taehyung turned toward the sound.

The door opened, followed by approaching footsteps. Taehyung looked at the people who entered, confusion written all over his face.

Taehyung stared carefully at the doctor’s face. The confusion in his eyes slowly turned into shock. Seeing no response, the doctor looked up—only to find Taehyung staring at him in horror. The doctor smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Taehyung didn’t react and continued staring.

Looking at the two familiar figures, disbelief surged through Taehyung—but so did hope.

Though his words were harsh, Taehyung could hear the concern beneath them. At that moment, his suspicions were confirmed. He had really returned—to the accident from four years ago. He didn’t know how it happened, but— He was in the hospital, and the wound on his waist was exactly the same as before. Which meant… He had been reborn. Taehyung couldn’t hide his emotions. Tears streamed down his face. The sudden crying startled everyone.

The head nurse shot him a glare, then gently wiped Taehyung’s tears with a tissue.

Taehyung knew she meant the stabbing. Though that wasn’t why he was crying, the comfort still soothed him.

Taehyung smiled faintly. This time, it didn’t hurt anymore.