Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Another week had passed.

And Taehyung had lost himself—completely.
His charm, his smile, the glow in his eyes… all gone.
He stayed locked in his room all day, barely speaking to anyone. The palace felt cold without him.

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"Tae, everyone misses you a lot in college. Please come back,"
his friend Minnie pleaded over the phone.

Taehyung stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Hmm... I... I have to go now," he mumbled and hung up.

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Love.
He never imagined it could be like this—so painful, yet so addictive.
A hollow chuckle escaped his lips.

He lay on the bed, eyes drifting to the blue sky beyond his window.
He didn’t even try to stop himself from thinking about Jungkook.
He knew how desperate it made him seem—pathetic even.
But that’s what Jungkook’s absence had done to him.

He looked at himself and felt ashamed.

The Taehyung Kim, once proud and untouchable, now reduced to a mess of longing and silence.

"I can't believe I'm the same Taehyung who once swore he’d never cry over that bastard..."
he muttered bitterly, eyes hazy with unfallen tears.
He had promised himself that no matter what, he would never let Jungkook see him break.

"But what can I do..." he whispered, his voice trembling.
"That bastard has me wrapped around his fingers."
He let out a shaky, helpless laugh.

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A sudden knock broke his thoughts.

"Your Highness... His Excellency is here," a maid announced softly.

Taehyung froze.
Then, with wide eyes, he sprang off the bed and rushed to the balcony, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He couldn’t face him—not yet.

So he chose to watch.
Just to see him, even from afar.

That was enough.

Down below, Jungkook took slow, heavy steps toward the grand mansion. The guards followed at a distance.
The moment he stepped inside the palace gates, a sweet, familiar scent hit him—soft, like spring rain.

His eyes instinctively lifted, and there he was.

Taehyung.

Standing on the balcony.
Fragile.
Eyes red.
And watching him.

Their eyes locked.

And Jungkook… looked away.

He tore his gaze away as though it burned, jaw clenched, and walked inside without a word.

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Taehyung’s heart shattered all over again.

He stood frozen, his throat dry. He had waited weeks for this moment.
Just a glimpse.
Just a hope.
But Jungkook had looked away—as if he was nothing.

He gripped the cold railing tightly.

He had promised himself he would keep fighting until Jungkook understood.
Until Jungkook saw that his feelings were real. Pure.
But it was becoming too much. Too painful.