Fated Souls|J.J.K. × OC

The Weight of the Past

Taehyung stared at the message on his phone, his thoughts racing. We need to talk. Those four words held a heaviness that set off alarm bells in his mind. Jungkook was never this serious unless something was really bothering him. And after everything that had been happening—the vivid dreams, the strange, unexplainable memories—Taehyung couldn’t help but feel that tonight would change everything between them.

The dreams had started weeks ago, creeping into his mind every night, growing more intense with each passing day. At first, he had been confused, waking up disoriented and shaken, unable to explain the vivid images that felt more like memories than mere fantasies. But slowly, as the dreams continued, Taehyung began to understand. These weren’t just dreams; they were pieces of a past life, fragments of something he had forgotten long ago.

And in every single one of those dreams, Jungkook was there.

He had seen himself by Jungkook’s side, always watching, always protecting. But the emotions weren’t just friendship, and that was what terrified him the most. There was something much deeper, something that gnawed at him even now—a possessiveness, an obsession. In that past life, Taehyung hadn’t just been a loyal companion. He had wanted more. He had wanted Jungkook all to himself, no matter the cost.

And now, in this life, that same obsession was beginning to resurface.

Taehyung took a deep breath, shaking off the unsettling feeling that clung to him. He couldn’t ignore it any longer. Whatever this was, whatever connection they had shared in the past, it was coming back. And Jungkook, whether he realized it or not, was the key.

He typed out a response.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

The cool night air did little to clear his mind as Taehyung made his way to Jungkook’s apartment. His heart pounded with every step, the memories of his past life swirling in his head—images of Jungkook dressed in royal robes, standing tall and regal, and of himself, standing quietly by his side, watching over him. But it wasn’t just loyalty that had tied him to Jungkook back then. No, it was something darker, something he could no longer deny.

He had been obsessed with Jungkook, and that obsession was awakening once more.

When he reached Jungkook’s door, Taehyung hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorbell. He knew this conversation would be different. He could feel it in his bones. Taking a steadying breath, he knocked.

The door opened almost immediately, and Jungkook stood there, his expression serious, his eyes dark and troubled. Taehyung’s chest tightened at the sight of him. Even now, even with the tension between them, Jungkook had an effect on him that he couldn’t control. It was like being drawn into a whirlpool, unable to escape.

“Come in,” Jungkook said quietly, stepping aside to let him in.

The atmosphere inside was thick with unspoken tension. Jungkook’s apartment was dimly lit, and the air between them crackled with something Taehyung couldn’t quite name. He could see the same confusion, the same weight of those dreams, reflected in Jungkook’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung asked, his voice softer than usual, masking the storm brewing inside him.

Jungkook didn’t answer right away. Instead, he paced the room, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to find the right words. Taehyung could see the frustration in his movements, the confusion that mirrored his own.

“I’ve been having these dreams,” Jungkook finally said, his voice low. “Dreams that feel… real. Like they’re not just dreams, but memories. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Taehyung’s pulse quickened. He had been expecting this, but hearing Jungkook confirm it still sent a shock through him.

“I’m a prince in these dreams,” Jungkook continued, his brow furrowed in thought. “And you… you’re always there. Always with me.”

Taehyung swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. The connection between them in those dreams, in that past life, had been undeniable. And as much as he wanted to deny it now, the feelings he had for Jungkook, both then and now, were impossible to ignore.

“I’ve been having them too,” Taehyung confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “The dreams. They’re getting stronger, and they’re… pulling me back into something I don’t fully understand.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, but he didn’t interrupt. He just listened, his gaze fixed on Taehyung, as if waiting for him to say something that would make sense of it all.

“In the dreams, I’m not just… a friend,” Taehyung said, his heart pounding in his chest. “There’s more. I’m always watching you.” He hesitated, the words heavy on his tongue. “May be I'm your most trusted man
....?” He trailed off.

He didn’t need to spell it out. Jungkook knew. He could see the understanding in his eyes, the way his expression shifted as he processed what Taehyung was saying.

“Hyung…” Jungkook started, his voice uncertain.

But Taehyung cut him off. “I don’t know what’s happening, Jungkook. I don’t know if these dreams are just memories or something else, but….”

Taehyung felt his grip on reality slipping, the line between the past and the present blurring more and more each day.

“I don’t think it’s just dreams,” Taehyung continued, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. “I think we’re remembering who we were. What we were.”

Jungkook swallowed, his eyes darkening with something Taehyung couldn’t quite place. And in that moment, the air between them shifted, heavy with unspoken tension. Whatever had happened in their past life, it had been far more complicated than just friendship. Far more dangerous.

Taehyung’s obsession with Jungkook wasn’t new. It had been there in the past, and now, in this life, it was beginning to awaken once more.

Jungkook reached out, his hand brushing against Taehyung’s arm, in a friendly manner sending a jolt of electricity through him. Taehyung’s breath hitched at the contact, his mind spiraling, his emotions a tangled mess of confusion and need.

Whatever this was, whatever connection they had shared before, it was coming back with a force that Taehyung wasn’t sure he could control.

And as Jungkook’s eyes locked onto his, Taehyung knew one thing for certain:

His obsession was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.