Euphoria | tk [editing]

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published: 17/12/21
edited: 08/05/25

In the quiet countryside village where the trees whispered secrets only the wind could hear, two boys grew up together bound not by blood or destiny, but something far more unpredictable.

Jeon Jungkook was born into a prestigious alpha bloodline. With his sharp instincts, quiet strength, and natural command, everyone expected him to lead one day. Even as a child, he moved with confidence, drawing admiration and respect without trying. But there was only one person whose gaze he ever truly sought, Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung was different from the beginning. An Omega, yes, but unlike any other. He had the kind of beauty that made the world slow down. His laugh was bright, his heart wide open, and he had a habit of dancing in the rain without caring who watched. He was warmth, softness, and mischief rolled into one and Jungkook adored him.

They met when Jungkook was seven and Taehyung was only five, following the alpha around like a baby duckling. It was innocent at first. Hand-holding, shared sweets, naps under the same tree.

By the time Jungkook turned fifteen, and Taehyung thirteen, things began to change. The playful nudges turned to awkward touches. The long stares turned into lingering silences. Taehyung, once bold and clingy, grew shy around Jungkook. He started blushing when their fingers brushed, looking away quickly when their eyes met for too long.

Jungkook noticed. He noticed everything. How Taehyung's voice softened when he said his name. How his scent changed into sweeter & deeper when they were alone. The Alpha inside Jungkook stirred, confused and captivated.

They tried to act normal. But the gap between friendship and something else was growing thinner, every day more fragile.

And one night, beneath the golden glow of fireflies, Jungkook confessed.

"I think I love you, Taehyung" he said, voice low, trembling not from fear, but from hope.

Taehyung's lips parted, eyes wide with disbelief, then glassy with tears. "I think...I love you too, alpha."

It was everything. The world blurred around them. Nothing mattered not bloodlines, not roles, not what the future might hold. They were in love. Hopelessly, recklessly in love.

But then came the truth they couldn't run from.

They weren't fated mates.

The realization was cruel. In their world, bonds were decided by the stars, by destiny, by something neither of them could control. The pull of a destined mate was undeniable, primal, a force that would come when the time was right.

But they didn't care.

Under moonlight and tears, with hands clutched tightly between them, they made a vow.

"If I ever meet my mate...I'll reject them."

"Me too. I only want you."

It was a promise. Beautiful. Tragic.

Because promises made in the glow of young love often shatter in the weight of fate.

Will they keep their promise?

Or will fate tear them apart?