Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Taehyung sat on the bed, unmoving.
His posture was still, his lips parted slightly.
No tears.
Not a sound.
But the pain on his face… it screamed louder than any cry could.

Jimin sat across the room, his hands clenched tightly in his lap, helpless.

He wanted to go to him.
To hold him.
To fix him.

But Taehyung had built a wall,
A quiet, suffocating wall—
and he didn’t let anyone inside.

When Jimin inched forward with a damp cloth to clean the blood on his busted lip and the bruises forming along his wrists,
Taehyung flinched.
He didn’t even say a word—just looked away, as if Jimin wasn’t even there.

So Jimin did the only thing he could do—
He left the room.
Quietly.
Respectfully.
Devastated.

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Outside, his mother stood near the doorway, eyes full of concern.

“What happened?” Misoo whispered. “Why won’t you let me see him? Maybe I can help... maybe he’ll listen to me.”

Jimin shook his head.
“He… he doesn’t need us right now, Mom.”
His voice cracked. “He needs his family.”

Misoo looked confused, but said nothing.

Jimin pulled out his phone, hands trembling slightly.
His thumb hovered over a contact.
He didn’t have Taehyung’s parents' number—none of them did.

But there was someone else.

Yoongi.

The one who knew Jungkook.
The one who could reach the right people.

He hesitated, heart hammering in his chest.
Then, with a deep breath,
he tapped “Call.”

The line rang.

“Let him be alone,” Jimin whispered to his mom before walking out onto the porch.

He needed privacy.
Because once Yoongi picked up…
everything was about to change.

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"You... You're unbelievable," Yoongi muttered, watching Jungkook crouch beside the dog with a proud grin.

"You seriously brought a dog to lure Taehyung back? This is your grand plan?" Yoongi blinked in disbelief.

Jungkook pouted. "You said I had to do something. Taehyung loves dogs. Once he sees this fluffball, he’ll come running back to us."

Yoongi looked at him like he was the dumbest royal alive. “You’re the king of vampires and this is your strategy?”

Jungkook only smiled wider, undeterred. “Call him.”

"Yes, Your Highness," Yoongi mocked with a low chuckle and pulled out his phone. But just as he was about to call Taehyung, a name flashed on his screen — Jimin.

Yoongi's laugh vanished instantly.

Jimin never called without a reason.

Jungkook noticed the sudden shift. His brows furrowed.

Yoongi answered quickly. “Yes?”

There was a pause, and as the words on the other end flowed in, Yoongi’s expression tightened. His jaw clenched. His knuckles whitened around the phone.