Enthralled Me || tk

13.

Third person pov

Taehyung looked at the figure of the standing male who was frowning as he stared at a few papers in his hand. The built body was tense and stiff like as if he was uncomfortable.

Matie...

Taehyung bites on his lip to hold back sobs. His heart longed for him. He wanted the male close to himself.

So it is him. I can't believe it! It's him. Jeon Jungkook is my mate!

His wolf confirms his thoughts by howling in happiness.

His heart swells with utter love, he swore he couldn't ever feel happier. This was his dream moment; he had always wanted this, to meet his mate.

He was sure that the elder will embrace him and never let go of him, he will have someone to love him unconditionally like Jimin and his mother did.

The feelings for Jungkook which he had hidden deep within himself, came out again and this time he wasn't guilty. He was happy, ecstatic.

He couldn't wait anymore and took a step forward, freezing when Jungkook suddenly starts walking in his direction, his attention still on the papers.

Taehyung felt so damn giddy, he couldn't take his eyes off the elder but wondered why he wasn't even looking up at him.

But his happiness suddenly got crushed down and utter shock took over his body when Jungkook just walked past him, ignoring his presence.

Taehyung's wide eyes which were filled with tears of happiness were now filled with shock.

He stared at the place his mate was in a while ago. The scent started fading away, his mate was going farther and farther away from him.

He gasped slightly, heart sinking.

Why did he walk by like he didn't even notice I'm here?

His wolf howled, now not in happiness but in rejection. He felt the sudden ecstatic feeling vanish, pain and hurt taking its place.

Why did he not look at me with loving heart eyes and embrace me like it always happens in the stories I read?

His knees buckled, pain flooding his body but this time it wasn't because of getting hit or abused.

It was the pain of sadness which definitely hurt more than anything else.

Why did it seem like he doesn't even know I'm his mate?

The thought was enough to make him crush down. He had had enough already. His soft self couldn't take it anymore.

His body finally gave out again. His body falling limp but it didn't crash down on the floor as he felt hands wrap around him, securely holding him up.

"Taehyung?!" He heard an oh, so familiar voice, a voice he's been dying to hear from the past three years. That was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

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Taehyung jerked awake from his slumber and looked around the dark cell immediately. He remembered exactly what had happened before he passed out.

He definitely realized the sweet voice which had called him before he fell unconscious: Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?!" He yells desperately, getting up and still trying to look around the room. He wasn't able to see anything because of the dark room so he concentrated on his sense of hearing and smell.

He sobbed when the familiar scent of oranges and pine filled his senses.

The scent came from himself; it was clear that Jimin wasn't here at the moment but had been here, holding him, scenting him with his scent.