Fated Souls|J.J.K. × OC

Taehyung's Obsession Awakens

TAEHYUNG'S POV:

Taehyung sat alone in his apartment, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window. He was exhausted, but sleep felt like a distant hope. Lately, whenever he closed his eyes, something strange happened. Something he couldn't fully explain.

At first, it was just flashes—images that flickered through his mind, so brief he couldn't hold onto them. But as the days passed, the dreams grew more vivid, more intense, pulling him deeper into a world that felt like a forgotten memory.

The most recent dream had left him rattled.

In it, he was standing in a large hall, dimly lit by flickering torches. His clothes were different—richer, heavier, not like anything he would wear in his real life. He remembered the weight of something cold and hard in his hand, and when he looked down, he was holding a sword, its blade gleaming under the torchlight.

And then he saw him.

Jungkook.

He was standing at the end of the hall, dressed in royal robes, a crown atop his head. The sight of him had sent a rush of emotions through Taehyung—admiration, longing, and something darker.

Obsession.

Even now, awake and fully conscious, Taehyung could feel it lingering in his chest. A burning need to be close to Jungkook, to protect him, to never let him out of his sight. It didn’t make sense—this need had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, but now, with these dreams, it felt as though the veil had been lifted, showing him something he'd always known but had never fully acknowledged.

He had loved Jungkook.

Not in this life. Not yet. But in the past, in a life that felt as real as the one he was living now.

In his dream, Jungkook had been a prince, but Taehyung… Taehyung had been his sword, his shield. Someone who stood by his side, who had vowed to protect him at all costs, even from himself. But there had been something more—something unspoken between them. A bond deeper than duty, stronger than loyalty. Something that felt like fate.

He could still see the way Jungkook had looked at him in the dream, the soft expression that softened the harsh lines of his royal demeanor. It was the same way Jungkook sometimes looked at him now—when they were alone, when they weren’t surrounded by the expectations of others.

But in the dream, there had been something else. Something darker. He couldn't shake the feeling that, in this past life, he had wanted more than Jungkook's friendship. He had wanted everything. And the intensity of that desire had been frightening. It had consumed him then, and now it was beginning to consume him again.

Taehyung’s pulse quickened as he remembered the last moments of his dream.

In those final seconds, Jungkook had turned his back, walking away, and Taehyung had reached for him. Desperation had clawed at his chest, but before he could stop himself, he had seen his reflection in a nearby mirror. His own eyes—dark, possessive—stared back at him, full of a longing that had no place in the life they were living.

That was when he had woken up, heart racing, sweat coating his skin.

But even as he lay in bed now, trying to catch his breath, the dream didn’t fade. It clung to him, the feelings, the emotions… they were too real to dismiss. And even worse, the obsession he felt in the dream hadn’t disappeared. It had only grown stronger.

He was drawn to Jungkook in a way that defied logic, in a way that scared him. This wasn’t just a crush, a fleeting attraction. This was something more—something dangerous.

And as he sat there, staring out at the city, Taehyung realized something that sent a shiver down his spine.

The dreams weren’t just dreams. They were memories—memories of a life where he had wanted Jungkook more than anything. A life where he had been willing to do anything to keep him.

And now, those feelings were starting to bleed into this life, into the present.

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, frustration gnawing at him. He didn’t know how to deal with this—how to handle the overwhelming need that was building inside him. Jungkook had always been special to him, but now… now it was more than that. It was as if his entire being was being pulled towards him, like a magnet, and he didn’t know how to fight it.

The dreams were changing him, and he couldn’t stop it.

A soft buzz from his phone pulled him out of his thoughts. He glanced down and saw a message from Jungkook.

“We need to talk.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. There was something about those words that sent a thrill through him—something that stirred the obsession he had been trying to ignore. He could feel it, the connection between them, growing stronger with every passing day, with every dream that surfaced from the past.

Whatever was happening to Jungkook, whatever memories were coming back to him, they were coming back to Taehyung too.

And part of him wasn’t sure if he was ready for what that meant.

But another part of him— the part that had lived in that past life, the part that had loved Jungkook fiercely, obsessively—was more than ready.

He was willing to do whatever it took to keep Jungkook close this time.

Even if it meant giving in to the obsession.