His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 9

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Quiet never lasted long at the Min household, but even Yoongi hadn’t expected tonight’s peace to shatter quite so dramatically. It started with a bang—the front door flew open, slamming into the wall hard enough to rattle the coat rack. Yoongi and Jimin barely had time to spin around before a woman swept past them like a black‑cloaked hurricane.

She was breathtaking in a chilling way: all onyx hair and eyes even darker, with a tattooed rune curling across the side of her neck—mark of a True‑Blood witch. Her heels struck the hardwood with lethal precision as she took the stairs two at a time, clearly knowing exactly where she was going.

“Hey! You can’t—” Jimin sputtered, moving to intercept her, but the witch shoved him aside with supernatural strength. Yoongi’s jaw clenched; beta or not, no one manhandled his mate. He lunged forward, but she was already halfway down the hallway.

A sudden roar rattled the second‑floor wall. “KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG!”

Yoongi almost tripped. Jimin’s eyes widened into saucers. Only one person in Seoul would dare shriek Taehyung’s name with that much venom.

> The fiancée.

Heart hammering, Yoongi charged after her. Behind him Jimin scrambled, furious and indignant in his silken robe.

The witch didn’t knock; she simply kicked Jungkook’s bedroom door—it flew inward with a crash, rebounding off the opposite wall. Moonlight spilled through parted curtains, illuminating a tangle of pink sheets, two silhouettes still locked together on the bed.

Taehyung’s head snapped toward the doorway, eyes blazing crimson, lips smeared with fresh blood. Jungkook’s blood.

“Shit,” Taehyung hissed under his breath. In one smooth motion, he withdrew from his mate, the sudden emptiness drawing a soft whine from Jungkook. Taehyung’s magic surged; sheets whipped up, wrapping Jungkook’s naked body in a cocoon while a towel flung itself from the dresser to cinch around Taehyung’s hips.

Jungkook blinked, disoriented. His pulse pounded in his ears as he took in the intruder: tall, elegant, lethal. A witch.

A True Blood witch.

Jungkook could smell it instantly. The tang of her magic coated the room like iron. He recognized the crest tattooed on her neck—the sacred sigil of an elite witch clan. It was the same one Seokjin hyung bore, though hers was surrounded by rings that marked her as nobility. His eyes narrowed.

“What. The hell. Are you doing, Taehyung?” she snarled, stalking into the room. Her gaze flicked over Jungkook with open disdain before fixing on Taehyung’s bare chest.