Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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It had been a hectic day for Jungkook. He’d spent the entire day inspecting border patrols and ensuring every last detail was in place for the impending war. The mansion felt eerily empty—its halls filled more with tension than people.

Exhausted, Jungkook stepped into his room and sighed. He hadn’t seen Taehyung since morning, and though he missed him dearly, right now, all he needed was a cold shower.

Steam curled around him as he stood under the running water, letting it wash away the fatigue clinging to his muscles. But then—crash! A sharp sound echoed from the bedroom. Something had fallen.

His senses sharpened instantly.

He turned off the water, quickly slipped into his boxers and trousers, and slowly opened the bathroom door.

He peeked into the room.

Empty.

But then...

A scent.

Familiar. Sweet. Unmistakably his.

A slow smirk replaced the frown on Jungkook's face.

Pretending not to notice anything, he strolled to the mirror, drying his damp hair with a towel. Then, without warning, he stopped a few feet from the bed—just close enough.

He chuckled.

"Ah... I think there are some cockroaches in the bathroom… and maybe in the bedroom too," he said loudly. "Guess I should spray some poison."

Footsteps padded toward the bathroom. Jungkook returned, holding a cockroach spray in his hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Let’s start under the bed," he announced playfully.

“NO—!” A panicked shriek erupted, and Taehyung scrambled out from under the bed like a startled cat.

"Such a big roach," Jungkook teased, biting back laughter.

"I hate you!" Taehyung pouted, but then burst into laughter, unable to keep up the act.

"You don't," Jungkook said softly, his smile genuine now.

Taehyung climbed onto the bed, still laughing as he flopped down beside Jungkook. "How did you even know I was here?" he asked, looking up with wide, curious eyes.

Jungkook watched him, utterly amused. "I’ll answer that later. First, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to sleep," Taehyung said without a hint of hesitation, grinning. "I’m tired."

Jungkook's heart swelled. This boy—this chaotic, beautiful soul—had managed to wrap himself around every corner of Jungkook’s heart.

Without another word, Jungkook climbed into the bed and slipped under the duvet. Taehyung immediately snuggled closer, resting his head on Jungkook's bicep while Jungkook instinctively wrapped his arms around him protectively.

"Now tell me," Taehyung mumbled sleepily. "How did you know I was under the bed?"

Jungkook chuckled. "I could smell your scent. It's not a big deal for me to sense your presence."

Taehyung blinked. "But… no one can smell my scent though..."

Jungkook looked down at him with the softest eyes. "Their bad luck." He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s forehead. "I’m the lucky one."