Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook]

"Jin I'm About To Break Your Heart"

Jungkook’s gaze shifts, and a deep, gravelly voice escapes his lips, colder than ice. "If that’s what you want, then be prepared to deal with my anger."

Jimin’s breath catches in his throat, his heart racing in his chest. His eyes widen with apprehension, and an icy shiver runs down his spine. He doesn’t know what to expect, doesn’t know what Jungkook’s words will bring. But then, Jungkook steps closer, his presence overwhelming, as if he’s pulling the very air out of the room.

Jimin’s throat goes dry, his pulse quickening as Jungkook's dark, penetrating eyes lock with his. He stands frozen, trembling, his body shaking with fear, but he can’t look away. Jungkook does nothing—he doesn’t touch him, doesn’t move, just stands there, his breath mingling with Jimin’s, creating a suffocating, intense atmosphere that feels like it’s closing in on him from all sides.

Then, with a voice heavy with sorrow and anger, Jungkook speaks again, each word laden with pain. "Your punishment is that your Alpha, even while loving you, will never touch you again."

Jimin’s heart drops into his stomach as the weight of the punishment crashes over him like a tidal wave. His breath hitches in his chest, the tears spilling from his eyes as Jungkook steps back and pushes him away. The force of the push sends Jimin sprawling to the ground, his hands scraping against the cold floor. He doesn’t move, just stays there, broken, his chest heaving with sobs. The punishment cuts through him like a blade, leaving him feeling hollow, empty, completely shattered.

Jungkook doesn’t say another word. He turns away and walks off, leaving Jimin lying on the floor, a broken shell of who he once was.

Through his sobs, Jimin cries out, his voice shaking with despair, "Please don’t leave me like this. I can’t..." His words trail off, lost in the emptiness that has overtaken him. Despite the love they share, the rift between them is undeniable now. The pain they’ve inflicted on each other lingers in the air, a constant reminder of the torment they both feel. Neither of them can escape it, no matter how much they love one another. The distance between them grows, and with it, their suffering deepens—unavoidable, cruel, and raw.

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Namjoon lay back on the couch with the baby in his arms, looking down at the little one with a tender gaze. Hoseok quietly walked into the room and sat beside him, his expression heavy with concern.