Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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He saw the blood.

Blood covered his hands and splattered across his face. A body lay on the ground, soaked in blood and dirt—eyes wide, filled with fury and pain.

Jungkook walked closer, confusion turning to horror when he recognized the figure.

It was Taehyung.

Suddenly, the lifeless body surged forward. Taehyung launched at him with a guttural snarl. Jungkook stumbled back, raising his arms in defense, but it was too late—Taehyung dug his nails into Jungkook’s neck.

He screamed.

Jungkook woke up with a loud gasp, sitting upright in bed. His hand flew to his neck, fingers tracing over the tattoo etched into his skin… and the faint scar hidden beneath it.

He had never dreamt something like this before. Why now?

His body was cold, and as his senses returned, he realized he had fallen asleep without clothes, the window wide open, letting in the chill of the night.

He quickly dressed and shut the window. The cold air bit against his skin.

Winter is close, he thought absentmindedly.

Jungkook sat on the bed, a novel resting in his lap, but his mind wasn’t with the story. His fingers absently traced the hyacinth tattoo on his neck while his eyes skimmed the pages without reading. Before he realized it, sleep claimed him again.

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Jungkook’s slumber was broken by a persistent knock on the door.

He stirred, groaning quietly, and composed himself—shoulders back, chin high, a practiced royal presence settling over him. He opened the door to find three maids standing outside, their faces tense.

“Why are you all here this early?” Jungkook asked, his voice lined with calm authority.

The maids quickly bowed, hesitating before one spoke.

“We’re deeply sorry for disturbing your rest, Your Excellency,” one maid said carefully. “But His Highness isn’t responding to our calls. Only you hold the authority to intervene. We... committed the crime of waking you because we were worried.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “What time is it?”

“Past 11 o’clock in the morning, Your Excellency,” another maid replied.

His eyes widened in surprise. 'I slept that long?'

“Hina, doesn’t he have college today?” he asked, directing the question at the maid in charge of Taehyung’s daily routine.

“He does, Your Excellency.”

Without another word, Jungkook strode swiftly down the hallway toward Taehyung’s chambers.

He never liked initiating conversations with Taehyung. But right now, something didn’t feel right.

“Taehyung? You in there?” Jungkook knocked, but no answer came.

“Tch… he’s a prankster. Probably jumped out the window just to mess with me,” Jungkook muttered. “Bet he’s already at college laughing at me.”