Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Everyone was busy preparing for the battle. Tension lingered in the air, and inside the mansion, unease gnawed at every corner.

Jaehyun was torn. His heart and mind were split between thoughts and choices, but Hana was always there—her shoulder steady for him to lean on every single time.

Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn’t shake off the heaviness rising in his chest. He sat at the large desk, maps spread before him, flags marking the strategies he had carefully laid out. His fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose as a sharp headache throbbed. Lately, everything had been exhausting. He longed to be the one leading the attack, but his plans were already running late.

“You’re so tired, you didn’t even notice me here.”

Jungkook froze at the familiar voice and turned swiftly. Taehyung stood behind him, a cup in hand.

“I…” Jungkook began, but words refused to form.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung said softly, stepping closer. “I know you’ve been too busy, but you’re neglecting your health. Yoongi hyung told me… you skipped your blood dosage this week.” He extended the cup toward him.

Jungkook took it but set it aside on the desk, right beside the map. Instead, his hand reached for Taehyung’s, pulling him closer until their distance disappeared.

“I need you more than any blood,” Jungkook murmured, pressing his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, breathing in the intoxicating sweetness of his scent.

“You smell so good today…” his lips brushed Taehyung’s nape as he spoke.

“I… I just took a shower,” Taehyung stammered, before gasping when Jungkook’s teeth grazed his scent gland.

“Wait—” Taehyung whispered, gently pushing him back.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook said, a shadow of a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not going to bite you… not yet.”

Taehyung bit his lower lip, failing to hide the small smile threatening to bloom.

“How are the preparations on your side?” Jungkook asked, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s waist and resting his head against his shoulder.

“The trainees and I are more than ready for battle,” Taehyung said proudly. But his words were met with Jungkook’s tightening hold around his waist.

“Do… do you really have to fight? I don’t want you to face those bastards,” Jungkook whispered, his voice heavy with worry.

Taehyung sighed, but his smile lingered. “I’m not weak, Jungkook. And they aren’t strong enough to touch even a strand of my hair. Don’t worry.”

“Only if they don’t find out about us,” Jungkook murmured, his eyes darkening.

Taehyung simply nodded, silent but resolute.

"They won’t," Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling as he felt Jungkook’s hand slide against his skin, igniting sparks wherever it touched.

"Jungkook… what are you doing?" he asked, his throat tightening with a gulp, though his body leaned helplessly closer.

Jungkook’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along Taehyung’s back, pulling him closer until Taehyung’s breath caught. A soft sound escaped Taehyung’s lips, unbidden, and before he could protest further, Jungkook’s mouth claimed his in a hungry kiss.