Euphoria | tk [editing]

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published: 18/12/21
edited: 08/05/25

The room was quiet, dimly lit by the fading evening sun. Taehyung lay curled on the bed, his fingers absentmindedly gripping the soft sheets beneath him. He’d been like that for over an hour. His eyes occasionally flicking toward the door, then back to the ceiling.

He was waiting.

His heart was heavy with worry, the kind that started small but bloomed slowly, spreading through his chest like vines. Jungkook hadn’t replied to his message. And though he told himself there must be a reason, his instincts whispered otherwise.

What if he found his mate?

The thought alone made his chest ache.

Just as a wave of unease was about to swallow him whole, a familiar scent drifted through the air.

It was warm, deep, spiced like pinewood and storm winds.

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Jungkook…” he whispered, sitting up in a flash.

His heart skipped. That scent, it was unmistakable. His Alpha was here!

Without thinking, he scrambled off the bed, feet bare as he raced down the hallway. He didn’t need to ask where Jungkook would be. He knew. His soul always knew.

The heavy oak door to the Alpha’s office creaked slightly as Taehyung pushed it open, and there his alpha was.

Jungkook stood near the window, his back turned, body stiff like he hadn’t fully settled into the space around him. But the moment he heard footsteps, he turned.

And Taehyung didn’t hesitate.

He threw himself into Jungkook’s chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him as if he feared the Alpha would vanish again.

“Why are you here?” he breathed into the soft fabric of Jungkook’s shirt, his voice cracking just a little. “I was waiting for you…”

Jungkook’s arms hovered in the air for a moment, shaking, uncertain before he slowly brought them down around the smaller boy.

He held him.

Held him like something fragile and too precious to be real.

“Ah…sorry for that, pup” he murmured, his voice lower than usual.

Taehyung tilted his head up, wide brown eyes glistening. And before a single thought could stop him, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Jungkook’s.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate.

It was a kiss full of longing, full of us, full of please don’t leave again.

Jungkook responded, but faintly, his lips trembling against Taehyung’s. There was hesitation there.

Taehyung pulled back just a breath, his hands still clutching at Jungkook’s shirt. His heart was pounding in his ears.

Jungkook looked into those eyes he had loved for so long.

How can I tell him?

How could he tell him that he was scared?

That the bond they had, so strong, so carefully nurtured could now be threatened by fate itself?