Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Jungkook sat quietly beside Taehyung, who lay sleeping peacefully. Though his shoulder wound wasn’t too deep, the bruise on his stomach looked serious—faintly purple and spreading across his skin ominously.

The room was filled with the soft, lingering scent of purple hyacinth. Unconsciously, Jungkook reached up and touched the matching hyacinth tattoo on his neck.

His mind drifted back—to that moment of sheer terror.

He remembered the sharp metallic scent of Taehyung’s blood in the air, the way his heart dropped at the sight of him soaked in red. Those emotions—panic, helplessness, fear—surged through him again. He had tried to bury them deep, but Taehyung had this uncanny power to bring them all flooding back.

And he hated that. He hated how easily Taehyung could make him feel so vulnerable.

Jungkook stepped away from the bed when he heard footsteps nearing the room.

Jaehyun, Hana, and Namjoon entered. Jungkook’s eyes darkened the moment he saw Namjoon—and Namjoon noticed it immediately.

“Tae…” Hana whispered, her voice trembling as she rushed to her son’s side. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of his battered form.

Jaehyun followed her, placing a steadying hand on her back.

Hana gently brushed the hair from Taehyung’s face and pulled down the blanket just enough to see the bruising on his stomach. Her breath hitched—purple and swollen, it looked nothing short of horrifying.

Then, Namjoon spoke up.

“Uncle… I want to confess something.”

Jaehyun didn’t even look at him. “Namjoon, I’m kind of upset with you right now. Can’t it wait?”

Namjoon exhaled, trying to calm the storm inside him. “Please... I’d like to say it now. I need to clear things.”

Hana looked at Jaehyun, silently urging him. Jaehyun sighed.

“Ask His Excellency.”

Namjoon’s heart pounded. Slowly, he turned to Jungkook—whose expression could’ve shattered glass.

“Your Excellency... may I?” Namjoon asked, bowing low, voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s voice was like a blade—sharp, cold, controlled. “Sure.”

But underneath that surface was a turbulent mix of fury and curiosity. He wanted to know the truth. He needed to understand what Taehyung had gone through—because when he held him earlier, he’d felt more than exhaustion. He’d felt despair.

Namjoon inhaled deeply. “I love Taehyung. More than as a friend. I believe he’ll understand my feelings—if only I had more time with him.”

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides.

Meanwhile, Hana and Jaehyun exchanged hopeful glances, their expressions softening. They had always wished for Taehyung and Namjoon to end up together.

“I’ve already confessed to him,” Namjoon continued. “I told him how deeply I loved him. But the conversation didn’t go well… he wasn’t ready. Things escalated. And then... he left for Vireldor alone.”