Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Days passed, and Taehyung tried everything to talk to Jungkook.
But Jungkook ignored him.

Every cold shoulder, every averted gaze, shattered Taehyung a little more.
Yet he kept trying.

But only if he knew that that distance was shattering Jungkook more.

Sungjae knew.
He knew about Hana—who once lived within the pack. He knew about Taehyung’s identity.

Jungkook was terrified.

What if Sungjae found out that Taehyung was the same hybrid who killed the wolves in Vireldor?
The one who beheaded William?

But worse—far worse—was the thought...
What if he found out Taehyung loved him?
And what if he found out that...

He loved Taehyung back?

“Oh my god! Look at my son!” Hana exclaimed, cupping Taehyung’s face.
“You’ve gotten so thin. Are you not eating properly? Not sleeping either?”

Taehyung scrunched his face, gently leaning away.
“Eomma... I’m fine.”

“Didn’t you miss us, Tae?”
Jaehyun beamed and hugged him tightly. Taehyung hesitated—but slowly returned the embrace, guilt pooling in his stomach.

How was he supposed to tell Jaehyun that he was in love with Jungkook?

“I did...” Taehyung mumbled softly.

“Oh! Grandfather Jinsoo sent gifts for you,” Jaehyun added, his voice bright.

Taehyung’s face twisted with emotion.
Everything felt so complicated.
So damn complicated.

He didn’t know how he’d ever face his parents again...
Once they found out about his feelings for Jungkook.

“Oh... and I heard something spicy~” Hana teased with a sly smirk.

Taehyung blinked. “Like what?”

She giggled, childlike. “You’ll find out at tonight’s dinner. Your Excellency plans to announce it!”

Confused, Taehyung chuckled nervously. “Should I be excited ?” Hana nodded.

“Hana, you need rest. You threw up three times already,” Jaehyun scolded gently.

“I’m not old like you,” Hana snapped back with a grin.

Jaehyun pressed his lips together but didn’t argue. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms effortlessly and started carrying her toward the bedroom.

“Put me down!” Hana laughed, smacking his chest lightly.
He didn’t.

Taehyung watched them, eyes soft.
Could he ever have something like that... with Jungkook?
That kind of laughter. That kind of love. That kind of simplicity.

It felt like a distant dream.
Everything in his life was tangled in blood, secrets, and the fear of being found out.

Taehyung hadn’t seen Jungkook even once.
And the absence gnawed at his chest.

Suddenly, the grand doors creaked open.

Taehyung turned, eyes widening slightly as he saw Jimin entering with Yoongi at his side. Seokjin followed closely behind, and then—