Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Time passed—along with Taehyung’s will to keep chasing Jungkook.
He was just too damn tired of receiving the cold shoulder every time he tried to talk to him.

“Is it really that important?” Hana asked, her tone soft.
Jaehyun nodded. “Appa... I think I should meet him before it’s too late.”
They were talking about Jinsoo—Jungkook’s uncle—who had saved him back then.

“Nothing bad will happen to him, Jaehyun. Don’t worry. But if you want to meet him, then sure... I won’t stop you,” Jungkook replied, his voice firm and composed.

Jinsoo had raised Jaehyun like his own son. Jungkook remembered clearly how Jinsoo had stood by him when Jungkook was against Jaehyun and Hana’s marriage.

“Hana will come with me,” Jaehyun added.
Jungkook simply hummed. He never talked much to anyone anymore.

“Take care of yourself, Jaehyun...” Jungkook said, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder and patting it gently. He loved Jaehyun deeply—after all, he was the only piece of Eira he had left.

“You too, Hana. Take care of yourself,” Jungkook added.
Hana smiled brightly. It was rare for Jungkook to express his care so openly.

“Seokjin will be tagging along with you,” Jungkook informed.
Still, something didn’t feel right. A strange fear lingered in his chest, like something terrible was about to happen.
But he ignored the feeling and bid them farewell as they left for the month-long trip.

“Tae, take care of yourself, okay? And don’t tire your grandfather too much. You’ve been very naughty lately,” Hana teased, and Taehyung blinked at her, eyes wide, then gave a small nod.

He glanced at Jungkook—but Jungkook quickly looked away.

“Bye, son. Take care of yourself. Feel like a prince for the next few weeks. I used to do that when Appa was away,” Jaehyun chuckled, making Taehyung laugh softly.

“Yes, Appa. I will,” Taehyung replied, waving them goodbye.

Even after learning Jaehyun wasn’t his biological father, Taehyung could never see him as anything less than one.

As everyone left, Taehyung turned to Jungkook with a sly smirk on his face.
Jungkook noticed—and immediately walked away. But Taehyung followed.

“Hey... Your Excellency, wait for me! Where are you running off to?”
Taehyung was stubborn. Even after all of Jungkook’s violent rejection, he didn’t change—not even a bit.

He was determined. He had fallen hard—dangerously in love with Jungkook. Every breath, every blink reminded him of Jungkook.

It was wrong... but fuck it. Taehyung didn’t care about right or wrong.
Jungkook wasn’t his real grandfather anyway—so why feel ashamed?
He comforted himself with those thoughts—and Jimin never failed to fuel them.

“Can I call Jimin over? I’ll be bored to death!” Taehyung chirped cheerfully.
Jungkook, surprisingly, didn’t protest.

“You do whatever you want, so why even ask me?” he muttered, rolling his eyes before retreating into his sanctum.

Taehyung smirked, satisfied—his mind already wild with unspoken thoughts.

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