Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Taehyung was on his knees, lower lip caught between his teeth, biting so hard he could taste the sharp tang of his own blood. He didn’t dare lift his head. Across from him, Hana sat rigid on the bed, looking at him with eyes full of anguish and disgust.

Jaehyun stood beside Taehyung, utterly bewildered. He’d come running the moment he heard Hana had fainted, only to find his wife glaring at their son with tears streaming down her face—and Taehyung trembling on his knees before her.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on here? And why is Dad standing outside?” Jaehyun demanded, voice tight with confusion. Hana’s chest rose and fell in rapid, shaky breaths. She opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat.

“Jaehyun… ask your son what he’s been doing behind our backs all this time,” Hana finally spat out, her voice trembling with bitterness.

Taehyung swallowed hard, his entire body drenched in cold sweat. It all felt like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

“Taehyung? What did you do? Someone tell me!” Jaehyun shouted this time, and Taehyung flinched, as though struck.

He felt utterly helpless. Small. Alone. The weight of his parents’ stares crushed him, and every fiber of him longed to flee the room—to bury himself in Jungkook’s arms, where he knew safety awaited. But Jungkook stood just outside the door, waiting, as Taehyung had begged him to stay out.

“A-Appa… I…” Taehyung’s voice faltered as he dared to raise his eyes, only to see Hana’s face crumpling in silent sobs. He quickly lowered his gaze again, eyes flooding.

“We… we failed as parents… we really did…” Hana’s voice broke completely as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Hearing his mother sob, Taehyung felt his own tears trickle down, falling silently to the floor.

“Hana… tell me what’s bothering you. What did our Taehyung do? I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t forgive… he’s our son…” Jaehyun said, trying desperately to calm his wife as he pulled her into a side hug. He cast a pleading look toward Taehyung, hoping for an explanation.

But Hana only shook her head, trembling. “We can’t… he committed a sin… a sin!” she cried out, as though the words burned her tongue.

“He… he formed a relationship with… with his excellency…” Hana choked out the words, stammering, her voice raw and disbelieving. Jaehyun stiffened, eyes widening, as if struck by lightning. Taehyung felt his body go numb, every drop of blood draining from his face.

“I… I saw them… with my own eyes… they… they kissed… it’s so…” Hana couldn’t finish the sentence. She dissolved into fresh sobs, pressing her face into Jaehyun’s chest.

Jaehyun’s throat worked convulsively as he stared down at Taehyung. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “What… what shall I do…”

Hana only wept harder in his arms.

Jaehyun drew in a trembling breath, then turned his eyes toward his son. “Is it true, Taehyung?” he asked, trying—and failing—to keep his voice steady.

Taehyung sucked in a shaky breath. He was done hiding. Slowly, he nodded.

“Stand up,” Jaehyun commanded, his voice firm, the pain lurking beneath his words.