Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Weeks passed, and Taehyung and Jungkook simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

Who would have thought that the two who once clashed so fiercely would now be so inseparably close? Those around them were amazed by the sudden shift—but far too afraid to question it openly.

“Your Excellency, the patrolling on the west border is as tight as you wanted,” Yuna reported crisply, standing before Jungkook’s desk. “In the last few weeks, a few rogues tried to pass, but we’ve taken them down successfully and gathered some information.”

Jungkook hummed, his eyes sharp and focused.

“Yuna, I must say—you’re doing an excellent job. You’re the most suitable person for the west border. Hand me that information by this evening,” Jungkook said.

Yuna’s eyes widened fractionally at the praise, and she bowed deeply.

“Yes, Your Excellency,” she said before turning on her heel and leaving the office.

As she walked out, a small, flustered smile crept onto her face. Oh, to be praised by Jungkook—it was enough to make anyone’s day.

But all of this was watched with narrowed eyes from a few steps away.

Taehyung, who had been silently leaning against the doorframe, rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his skull.

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“Yes, don’t forget it. Make sure to bring him with you,” Taehyung said firmly, ending the call.

He set the phone aside and wandered to the kitchen for a glass of water. It was midnight, and tomorrow would be his birthday. The thought sent a soft flutter of excitement through his chest.

But before he could even reach the cupboard, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Taehyung tensed, ready to throw a punch, but quickly realized who it was. A smile curled on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice softening as Jungkook nuzzled his nose against Taehyung’s neck, breathing in his scent like he’d been starved for it.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too much work,” Jungkook murmured, his voice muffled against Taehyung’s skin.

Taehyung’s brow creased with concern. He knew how much Jungkook was preparing for the looming battle with the werewolves—and how much the weight of leadership cost him.

“Couldn’t sleep because of work, or you’re overworking because you can’t sleep?” Taehyung asked, eyes narrowing shrewdly.

Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. “Either way…” he finally muttered.

Taehyung turned in his arms, cupping Jungkook’s face gently.

“You… uh… you can sleep in my room if you want,” Taehyung stammered out, a light pink brushing his cheeks.

Jungkook stared at him wide-eyed, as if he’d just been asked the most scandalous question in the world.

“No… that would be inconvenient for you,” Jungkook mumbled, even though every cell in his body was screaming to crawl into Taehyung’s bed and stay there forever.