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Their breaths were still uneven, lips tingling from the kiss, when a sharp voice broke the spell.
"So this is what I walked into" it was Taehyung...he witnessed his nightmare.
She froze. His hand instantly dropped from her waist as both of them turned toward the doorway.
Taehyung stood there, his expression carefully neutral—but the storm in his eyes betrayed him. His jaw tightened as his gaze flicked from her flushed lips to the man still standing too close beside her.
“I… I came here to apologize,” he said, his tone clipped, almost biting. “But clearly, I’m interrupting.”
Guilt and panic flashed across her face, but before she could explain, the Taehyung let out a bitter laugh. “Funny. I thought I had a chance to make things right, but I guess I was too late.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Yoongi's protective stance in front of her only made the Taehyung fists clench harder. Jealousy flickered across his features, raw and unhidden now.
She stepped forward, her heart twisting, knowing that whatever words came next could change everything between the three of them.
"What are you doing here Taehyung" she said...eyes showing hurt betrayal, hate everything but love.
"I came here to apologise for the thing I've done to you y/n..." His voice hesitated.
"The thing you've done don't deserve any forgiveness Tae" this time Yoongi said gritting his teeth.
"I'm here for Y/N, not you hyung so don't interfere in our matter " tae said annoyance was all over his face.
"You are the one who interrupt in our personal safe bustard " Yoongi said trying to annoy him more.
"I'm sure you manipulate her...heck How low can you go just to prove yourself innocent and clearly you're not Hyung?" Tae burst in anger.
"SAY ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL BREAK THIS FILTHY MOUTH OF YOURS " Yoongi yelled grabbing his collar.
"WHAT THE HELL YOONGI? Leave him NOW " y/n shouted.
Yoongi left his shirt and pushed causing him to stumbled in his feets but managed to stand straight.
The room trembled with tension as the two men squared off.
"You don’t deserve her" Taehyung snapped, stepping closer, his fists clenched.
"After everything you’ve done, you think one apology fixes it" Yoongi glared at him.
"I never claimed to be perfect— but at least I'm not pretending. She knows who i am" Taehyung's jaw tightened, his voice sharp.
The argument spiraled, voices rising, words sharper than knives. Then it broke—one shove, then another, and suddenly fists flew. The crash of furniture echoed as the two men collided, a raw storm of jealousy and rage.
Breathless and terrified, y/n tried to stop them. “Please! Stop—both of you!” But her voice was swallowed by the chaos.
Then everything shifted.
Yoongi's hand darted into his jacket. A flash of steel, dark and deadly, gleamed under the light. He pulled the gun free, his hand shaking but his eyes burning with fury.
“If you won’t back off…” His voice cracked, low and dangerous. “Then I’ll make sure you never hurt her again.”
Time seemed too slow. The first lead froze, chest heaving, staring down the barrel.
And before she even thought—before reason could catch her—she moved.
Bang!
The gun fired, deafening.
A sharp cry tore from her lips as the bullet found her instead. She stumbled back, clutching her side, pain blooming hot and merciless. Her knees buckled, and the world blurred around her.
Both men’s faces shifted in an instant—shock, horror, disbelief.
"No—no, no, no!" Taehyung shouted, catching her before she hit the ground, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound. His voice broke as he looked up, rage and grief colliding. “What have you done?!”
Yoongi staggered back, the gun slipping from his hand, his expression shattering as he realized the consequence of his anger.
"Y/N" Yoongi shouted crawling towards her...his hand was trembling in fear.
"What have i done...OH GOD" he cried.
Watching her in pain and the fear of losing her have engulfed Yoongi but the thing which hurt him the most that she took the bullet for Taehyung.
"Tae.." she manages to speak between her pain. The bullet directly hit her chest.
"Ye...Yess Y/n, I'm here " Taehyung said protecting her body from the ground.
"Please...*hiccup don't hurt Yoongi...i... I'm sorry..take..care of..my Appa" it was the last thing she said before engulfing the darkness in her eyes and living behind everyone in guilt, regret...
"NO Y/N..." it was the last thing she heard which belongs to Yoongi.
At the apartment:
Far from the chaos, Seokjin suddenly froze mid-step. A chill ran through him, unexplainable but sharp, like his heart had been tugged by invisible strings.
He pressed a hand to his chest, his brows furrowing. Something’s wrong.
That uneasy weight in his gut only grew heavier. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this—every lifetime, every version of himself, he carried this strange tether to her. As if fate itself whispered whenever she was in danger.
“Namjoon!” he called, his voice urgent as he spotted the leader across the hall. Rushing over, he barely stopped to catch his breath. “I don’t know why, but… something’s not right. I can feel it.”
Namjoon frowned, concern flickering instantly. He’d learned long ago never to doubt Jin’s instincts, especially when it came to her.
“What do you mean?”
Seokjin shook his head, frustrated with his own lack of clarity. “I don’t know. It’s like—like she’s calling out to me, but not with words. My chest… it feels heavy, like something terrible is happening right now.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone. “We’re not wasting time. I’ll call Y/N right now.”
As the line rang, Seokjin’s unease only sharpened, his pulse thundering in his ears. Deep down, he already knew—this was the same instinct that had guided him in their past life. Back then, he had sworn to protect her like an older brother. And even now, even in this lifetime, that vow is still held.
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Fanfiction"In the past or present life my heart only belongs to you...till the end" he said holding her hands firmly as if she'll disappear. . . . . . . Fate doesn't end with death-it begins again. Centuries ago, one girl and seven souls were bound by a promi...
