Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook

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Everything felt like it was over.

The war had ended after an ocean of bloodshed and unimaginable loss. The weakest had risen to become the strongest, and the strongest had fallen to weakness. Yet, above all, the curse had stood unbroken — entwined with the blessing, inseparable and undefeated.

People mourned their loved ones, their grief echoing through the ruins of what had once been home. But at least the terror was gone. The fear of sudden attacks, of living every day in the shadow of doom, had finally ended.

“Appa… I miss him. He’s been gone for three months…” the little boy whispered. His mother’s lips trembled as tears burned her eyes at his innocent plea.

“Appa… Appa’s gone on a long trip…” she said, forcing her voice to steady. “He… he’ll bring Han a lot of gifts when he returns.” But as soon as the words left her mouth, her voice cracked, and she failed miserably to hide her tears.

“Why is eomma crying?” the boy asked softly. She hugged him tightly, her heart breaking, but froze when she saw a figure standing far away.

A man — tall, still, and hollow-eyed — watched her and her son with a face drained of life.

It was Taehyung.

Three months had passed since the war, and Taehyung had been wandering ever since, drifting through battlefields with a soulless stare. The massacre replayed in his mind like a curse etched into his soul. He blamed himself for it all — the families torn apart, the countless lives lost, and above all, losing Jungkook.

“Give me my husband back!” the woman screamed, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.

Taehyung flinched but said nothing. He only turned away, tears sliding silently down his cheeks as he walked on.

He couldn’t save them.
He couldn’t save anyone.
And the weight of that truth was crushing him alive.

FLASHBACK:::::

“NO!! Wake up!” Taehyung screamed, his voice breaking as Jungkook’s eyes slowly turned to stone. His entire body trembled violently as he clutched Jungkook’s bloody, lifeless body to his chest. The raw anguish in his voice pierced the air — a sound so painful that anyone who heard it felt their heart shatter.

“Jungkook…” Jinsoo whispered, stumbling forward when he arrived at the scene. But the moment his gaze fell upon Jungkook’s still form, his knees weakened.

“H-how… this… this isn’t possible… no…” Jinsoo stammered, disbelief twisting his face as he staggered. Seokjin rushed to catch him, his own tears falling uncontrollably.

“Pl-please… take my life instead… just— just make him breathe again…” Taehyung sobbed desperately, holding Jungkook tighter as if his warmth could somehow bring him back.

Jinsoo slowly crawled toward Jungkook’s body, trembling as his eyes scanned the faint, mystical marks glowing weakly over Jungkook’s skin.

“You… you both formed a complete bond…” Jinsoo whispered in shock.

“I-I didn’t… this— this idiot did it without my permission…” Taehyung’s voice cracked as he broke down further. “I… I can’t… pl-please… please…” His cries were hollow, stripped of all strength.

“Taehyung…” Jinsoo said softly, swallowing hard. “Do you feel him?”

“I… I don’t know…” Taehyung sobbed, shaking his head.