Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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“No... no! Leave me! Urghh... it... it hurts!” Taehyung cried out, thrashing as the maids struggled to hold down his arms and legs.

“The medicine... it’s not working...” one maid whispered to Hina, who stood frozen in panic. Jungkook was nowhere to be found, and Taehyung had been screaming for over an hour.

“Arghhh!” Taehyung let out a piercing cry as his fangs became visible, sending chills down everyone's spine. His eyes glowed a fierce, unnatural purple, and for the first time, his scent filled the room—intoxicating, thick, and dangerously unfamiliar.

“Bl-blood...” he muttered weakly, face turning ghostly pale. His body wasn’t built to endure heat—especially not an induced one. It was acting like poison, corrupting him from the inside out.

“What do we do...? Oh, my goddess...” a maid whispered, breaking into tears at the sight of his deteriorating state.

The door burst open. In stumbled Jimin—disheveled, panting, and wide-eyed. The moment the scent and aura hit him, his knees buckled. It was overwhelming—oppressive even.

“Oh my Moon Goddess... what happened?” he gasped, stepping toward Taehyung, whose breathing had become ragged.
“I knew something was wrong... You weren’t answering my calls.”

“The family doctor was attacked!” a maid shouted as she rushed into the room. The news sparked chaos. Only the royal doctor had the knowledge to treat a condition like this.

“Mina, find His Excellency—no matter what. Take the royal guards with you,” Hina ordered sharply. Mina nodded and quickly exited.

Jimin knelt beside the bed, speaking softly, urgently.

“Tae... it’s me. Jimin. Look at me. Please.”
He tapped Taehyung’s cheek gently. Taehyung’s vision was blurred, his fangs aching, a primal hunger rising within.

Then—Taehyung’s gaze locked on him.

In a swift motion, he grabbed Jimin’s hand—the one that had been caressing his cheek—and bit down, sinking his fangs deep into Jimin’s forearm.

“Tae, what are you doi—AH!”
Jimin screamed in agony, yanking his arm away and pushing Taehyung back as blood gushed from the bite.

Taehyung began to cough violently, blood staining his lips. Panic spread through the room like wildfire.

“He-help... No... I’m not w-weak... shit...” he muttered, gasping for breath. His bloodshot eyes found Jimin again—now trembling, clutching his bleeding arm, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Jimin... I... I didn’t mean to...” Taehyung rasped, trying to sit up. His body betrayed him, trembling, failing to support even his weight.

Jimin instinctively backed away, his eyes full of fear and pain.

That small action shattered something in Taehyung. His eyes darkened, glowing a menacing violet. With a guttural snarl, he bared his fangs at everyone in the room—Jimin included.

“Why is Mina taking so long...” Hina muttered, her entire body trembling in fear.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered toward the door, where a figure stood—a familiar one. Something in his glowing eyes softened slightly at the new presence. Every gaze in the room shifted to the figure who had just entered.