Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Everything felt like a cruel joke to Taehyung.

He couldn’t believe the childish move Jungkook had just pulled.
He was angry—so angry—but the fury only boiled into tears again, dripping down his cheeks silently.

But he realised so many things about which he never ever thought earlier.

“Tae… make him regret his choice.”
Jimin spoke softly, gently patting his back.

Taehyung let out a dry, broken chuckle.

“How? Like, fuck—what am I supposed to do?”
He buried his face deep into the pillows, voice muffled.

“Language, Tae. You’re a prince.”
Jimin teased lightly.

Taehyung instantly sat up and glared at him, eyes still glossy.

“Seriously? You care about my language right now? Jimin—my heart just shattered into a million pieces!”
His voice cracked.

Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

“Tae… I know he has feelings for you too. He’s just too afraid to accept them. You need to show him—make him realize that he wants your love, your attention... more importantly, you.”

It sounded like a motivational speech, and Taehyung wished it worked that way.

“You think I don’t know that?”
He snapped, then sighed and lowered his head.

“I know. I know all of that. But I don’t know how to do it. I don’t want to hurt him… he’s already been through hell. He’s suffered enough. I just… I don’t want him to feel all of that again.”
He paused, lips quivering.
“Call me selfish, but—”

“That’s not selfish, Taehyung,” came a calm voice from the door.
Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to see Seokjin standing there.

Taehyung froze in place.

“Sorry for entering without your permission,” Seokjin added politely, but Taehyung already wanted to bury himself in the pillows and disappear. Now he knew, too. How many people knew?

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin said gently, walking further into the room.
“I’ve been aware for a long time. I just chose to stay silent… waiting for the right moment. But I think things have gone too far now.”

Taehyung gulped.

He always felt a different kind of nervousness around Seokjin—not fear, just a formal sort of respect that came with a thin wall between their comfort levels.

“Uncle… I—It’s not what it—”

“There’s no need to explain.”
Seokjin interrupted softly.
“I said I know, and I mean it. I’m not judging you. I’m not here to stop you. This… this was bound to happen.”

Both Jimin and Taehyung looked confused.

“What do you mean, uncle?”
Taehyung asked, curiosity stirring in his chest.

Seokjin smiled.

“You falling in love with Jungkook... and him falling in love with you—it was always written. I saw this coming from the time you were a little boy.”