Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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"You knew what happened between Taehyung and Jungkook, yet you hid it from me."
Yoongi's voice was low, but heavy with accusation as he cornered Jimin against the cold stone wall.

Jimin met his gaze without flinching.

"Yeah, I did. And what would you have done if I told you?"
He scoffed.
"Look at your face—busted lip. Let me guess, His Excellency did that?"
He tilted his head mockingly.
"And you really think I owed you an explanation?"

In a flash, Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s jaw, yanking his face close. Their noses nearly touched.

"Taehyung is like a little brother to me. I practically raised him.
You don't know how far I’m willing to go to protect him."
His voice was steady, but the fury beneath it simmered.

Jimin wrenched himself free, rubbing his jaw where Yoongi’s grip had left a bruise.

"So what?" he snapped.
"He’s still hurting, isn't he? What good have you done for him lately?"
His tone turned sharp, mocking.
"Did you even try to find out who gave him that poison? No—because you were too busy spying on His Excellency."

Yoongi's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Jimin to know that much.

Jimin leaned in slightly, his smirk wicked.

"I might look like a dumb mosquito sucking on animals' blood... but hey, kitty—"
His voice dropped, dark and sweet like venom.
"I’m a lot more than that. I can even become your nightmare."

For a moment, silence fell between them—charged, electric. And then Yoongi... smirked.

Despite his anger, despite the bruise throbbing on his lip, he was amused.
There was something in Jimin—his fire, his defiance—that pulled at him.

"You’ve seriously gone mad."
Jimin scoffed and turned on his heel.

Yoongi’s eyes followed him all the way down the corridor—dark, curious, and unreadable.

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Jungkook sat hunched on his bed, scattered with photos and confidential files. His fingers gripped one of the images tightly.

"That bastard Sungjae... why the hell did he show up again?"
His voice was low, trembling with rage.

Sungjae—the true blood alpha. The strongest among the werewolves.
The shadow behind every heartbreak Jungkook had suffered.
Behind Eira’s death. Behind the bloodied fates of everyone Jungkook had once dared to love.

No matter how fiercely he tried to protect them, they all ended up dead.
Because of the curse he carried.
Because he was never meant to love.

A sharp knock at the door broke his spiral. He didn’t even glance up.

"Come in," he mumbled, carelessly pulling the files into a pile.

But as soon as the door opened, a scent hit him—sweet, soft, painfully familiar.

Hyacinth.

He froze. His body stiffened. His heart skipped. Then raced.

He shot up from the bed like he’d been electrocuted.

"Ju—"

"Leave."
His voice was harsh—cold enough to cut steel.

Taehyung flinched at the tone, but didn’t retreat. He stepped forward, slowly, until there were only a few meters between them.