Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Jungkook’s eyes followed Taehyung as he fought Sungjae—relentless, fierce, the bravest soldier on the battlefield. Every strike Taehyung made was raw defiance.

And yet… Jungkook hated himself. Hated the way he cowered again. Hated that history was repeating. His mind screamed at him—selfish, coward, loser.

Then he felt it. A searing burn across his neck. His vision cleared just enough to see Taehyung right before him, shielding him, taking the blow that had been meant for him.

Jungkook’s chest tightened at the sight of Taehyung staggering, panting, shoulders trembling under Sungjae’s vicious assault. Even Sungjae faltered for a moment, shocked at how much strength a mere hybrid carried.

Jungkook’s gaze swept across the battlefield. Blood. Clashes. His people fighting with their last breaths. For him. Always for him.

He shut his eyes. Memories flooded in—every wound, every scream, every betrayal, every loss. Centuries of torment drowned him. And in every single one, he had surrendered too easily. Accepted defeat. Given up.

A tear cut through his bloodstained cheek.

Not this time.

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open. His body screamed with pain, but he rose anyway, each step defying the curse gnawing at his bones.

He walked toward Taehyung. Taehyung was down on one knee, gasping for air, blood at the corner of his lips, but still pushing Sungjae back, who himself bled but radiated unbroken fury.

Sungjae’s eyes widened when Jungkook stopped beside Taehyung, power flickering in his gaze. No… no, he shouldn’t be able to fight the curse…

“He’s suffered enough because of me…” Jungkook’s voice broke, low and jagged, but dangerous. His eyes burned crimson, shadowed by grief. “He won’t suffer anymore.”

“Jungkook—” Taehyung wheezed, trying to rise again.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook’s lips trembled, the guilt cutting deep, but his voice stayed firm. “Jimin is badly hurt. He needs you right now.”

Taehyung’s head whipped to him, shock in his violet eyes. “But you—”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook lied, forcing the words out, even as blood leaked from the corner of his ear. “Trust me. I can feel my strength returning. The curse… it’s fading.”

It wasn’t. He knew it. But he showed Taehyung the blazing red of his eyes anyway, a cruel reassurance.

Taehyung’s heart clenched, his instincts screaming otherwise, but Jungkook leaned close, whispering, “Go.”

For a long moment, Taehyung searched his face, torn between love and dread. But then he obeyed, retreating into the shadows, leaving Jungkook standing alone.

Jungkook’s vision blurred as Taehyung’s figure disappeared into the chaos. His chest ached with every step Taehyung took away from him. 'Every word I told him… was a lie.'

Tears welled up, spilling freely now. He could already see it—his death. The cruel curse closing in, dragging him under. The thought of leaving Taehyung and their unborn child shattered him. Selfish. Always selfish. Leaving him alone again.

Movement.

Jungkook whirled just in time, his sword clashing with Sungjae’s. Sparks burst into the air. The impact rattled through his bones.