𝓘𝓝𝓥𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓤𝓢 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 🥀

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Jungkook winces every time the vervain-laced ropes touch his open wounds. His bare feet are bound with thick, sharp-edged ropes soaked in vervain.

Each movement sends the ropes cutting through his now-tender skin, creating fresh lacerations. The dripping vervain from the ropes not only exacerbates his pain but also weakens him, preventing his body from healing.

The same torment afflicts his wrists, which are tied to the ceiling of the small, dank cell, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

His body is battered, his clothes shredded from severe beatings. He shivers, swaying left and right due to the imbalance caused by his suspended position. His arms scream in agony, but he has endured worse physical pain. What truly torments him now is the ache in his heart.

He remains silent, unblinking, unable to scream when he is dragged away or beaten. His eyes can only see the cold blue hands he once held, his heartbeat slowing, his inner self trembling at the core memory of the now-dead human.

Not just any human, but Taehyung—the love of his life. The one dignified soul he has come to cherish, who led him to set aside his dark past. Taehyung, with whom he has taken countless risks, shared countless efforts.

The late nights spent in each other’s arms, the endless walks through vast fields of flowers, their little picnic dates, the thrilling cliff dives into surreal waters—all memories that now haunt him.

With Taehyung, all of his worries vanish. With Taehyung, he feels emotionally bound to be free. He feels light, renewed, as though Taehyung is the very source of his core energy.

How can he live without hearing those delightful giggles again? Without the burning sensation of Taehyung pressed against him, their hearts racing in the ever-so-erotic pleasure under the sheets? How can he live without gazing into those eyes that can cast a million love spells?

Jungkook’s anguish is beyond physical. It is a soul-deep suffering, a void left by the absence of Taehyung. His love, his solace, his everything is taken from him, leaving him to hang in a painful purgatory, yearning for the one who has brought light into his dark world.

Why does life wrest away the person he has come to love and cherish?

"Was my mother not enough?" he muses, his throat raw and lips cracked, too battered to form coherent words. His head droops against his arm, his eyes half-lidded and glazed. They burn with a fiery red hue, a testament to his ravenous hunger and unrelenting pain.

"Taehyung-ah," he breathes, a mere whisper carried on a strained exhale, oblivious to the tears that cascade down his cheeks, mingling with the blood and sweat that coat his battered form.

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Low murmurs ripple through the gathered assembly, a mix of witches, vampires from Jungkook's clan, and several elders from the vampire council. They convene at the town square under a foreboding night sky.

The once serene moonlit night has turned a deep velvet red, the hue of the moon clashing violently with the darkness, staining it ominously, a harbinger of malevolence.