Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook]

"You Committed A Sin!"

Jungkook's breath hitched, his voice low and teasing as he leaned closer. "Do you want more?" he asked, his tone dripping with seduction.

Jimin's eyes widened for a moment, and then, without hesitation, he looked into Jungkook's eyes, silently pleading, his gaze deep and longing. Slowly, he nodded, his lips parting in a wordless answer, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Jungkook's smile turned wickedly playful as he leaned in, closing the gap between them, ready to lose himself in the intimacy of the moment. But just as their breaths mingled, and his hand moved to cup Jimin's cheek, everything around them changed.

Suddenly, Jimin was no longer in their cozy bedroom. The familiar warmth vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness, and the room dissolved into an otherworldly landscape. Jimin's heart raced as he stood in the midst of a ghostly forest, its trees twisted and towering, bathed in a pale, ethereal light. Shadows danced around him, and the air felt heavy with a strange, otherworldly presence.

In the center of this surreal realm stood a figure-its form was blurred, wavering, but undeniably powerful. The figure radiated a foreboding energy that both drew Jimin in and terrified him. His eyes widened, struggling to make sense of what he was seeing. But the more he looked, the more the spirit's features seemed to shift, making it impossible to identify who or what it was.

A surge of power pulsed through Jimin's body, his inner strength rising uncontrollably. His breath quickened, and he felt a strange force guiding his movements, urging him to act. Before he could stop himself, a gleaming sword appeared in his hand. Panic set in as his body, driven by an unseen will, charged forward to strike the enigmatic figure.

Just as he raised the sword, the spirit's voice echoed through the cold, still air-soft, yet filled with a chilling authority.

"You committed a sin!" the Forest Spirit whispered, its words like a knife cutting through Jimin's senses.

A fierce determination took hold of Jimin, and he swung the blade with all his might. But just as the edge of the sword was about to connect, the vision shattered. The forest faded, and he found himself back in the bedroom. Horror flooded Jimin's eyes as he realized that he was not aiming at a shadowy figure, but at Jungkook, who barely dodged the blow in time.

Jimin's heart plummeted as the weight of what he had nearly done sank in. The sword clattered to the floor, and he stood frozen, his hands trembling. Jungkook's expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief as he took a step back, his eyes wide and unblinking.

"Jungkook," Jimin's voice cracked, barely able to get the words out. "I'm so sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... I... I can't control it anymore." He was shaking, his voice tinged with desperation. He stumbled back, and then, as if the weight of the world had crashed down on him, he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

Jimin looked up, his eyes glistening with agony and regret. "I'm sorry..." he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook was still in shock, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process what had just happened. His gaze dropped to Jimin, who looked utterly broken and terrified. Slowly, Jungkook's breathing evened out, and he knelt down beside Jimin, his heart aching at the sight of the Omega's vulnerability. Gently, he reached out and took Jimin's shaking hands into his own, his touch warm and comforting.