Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Saying Jungkook was shocked to see Taehyung in his room would be an understatement.
That soft, sweet scent of purple hyacinth now lingered in every corner of the space, overwhelming his senses.

"Do you even realize how disrespectful it is to be in my room without permission?" Jungkook said, his voice dark and dangerous.

"Oh? I didn’t, Your Excellency~" Taehyung replied with a cheerful tone, clearly unfazed and determined to chase him no matter the cost.

"Cut it out," Jungkook snapped, striding toward Taehyung until he stood inches away, towering over him with cold fury.

"Stop playing these stupid games. If you think I’ll stop treating you the way I always have, you’re wrong. I was never fond of you—never have been, and never will be."
His words pierced Taehyung like a blade. He bit down on his lower lip, desperately trying to hold back his emotions.

"I’m not playing any games, Kookie. I know you just pretend you don’t care about me. But you do. You’re just afraid… afraid to show it because of your past," Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook scoffed, the sound laced with cruel sarcasm. Taehyung had never seen him like this before.

"Stop living in your damn delusion, Taehyung. And stop using my past to excuse my actions. That was never the reason. I despise you and always will.
You’re nothing but a burden to me!"

Taehyung flinched. His eyes fluttered shut.

Those words shattered what little strength he had left. His heart broke, but he didn’t know Jungkook's heart cracked even more while saying them.

"I-I know you’re lying..." Taehyung stuttered, his voice trembling, yet he still stood his ground.

Jungkook felt a sharp pang in his chest. Taehyung’s scent—it had turned bitter.  And Jungkook hated that. He hadn’t wanted this. But he also didn’t want Taehyung getting close to him... close to his secrets... close to his desperation.

"I’m your grandfather—please! Have some shame and show some respect!" Jungkook barked.

He had never said please to anyone before.

"You're? You're just the age of one..." Taehyung mumbled under his breath. But Jungkook heard it.

Panic surged through him.

In a flash, his hands gripped Taehyung’s shoulders tightly.

"What did you just say?" Jungkook hissed, fingers pressing harder.

Taehyung clenched his teeth, trying to tolerate the pain—it was reopening his wound.

"You heard me. I don’t consider you my grandfather. I don’t," Taehyung said fearlessly, locking eyes with Jungkook. Eyes that held no fear—only pain and truth.

"Your consideration doesn’t change the fact," Jungkook growled.

"For you, it doesn’t.
But for me, it already has.
Treat me like shit—I don’t care. I’m used to it. But this time…
I’m not falling for your lies. Not your cold words, not your facade."
And with that, Taehyung shoved Jungkook’s hands off his shoulders—roughly.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to Taehyung’s shoulder.

The fabric was darkening.