Forbidden Threads Of Fate | TaeKook ✓

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Taehyung was lying beside Jungkook when he suddenly felt something gently brushing through his hair.

His eyes flew open.

He flinched at the unexpected touch because no one was supposed to be in the room. He had strictly forbidden anyone from entering.
But what Taehyung saw before him made the air leave his lungs.

He couldn’t breathe.

His body trembled as he pushed himself up, stumbling over his own legs before collapsing onto his knees beside the bed. His eyes stayed fixed on the figure lying there.

Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, as if the door to his grief had burst open after decades.

Taehyung thought it must be another beautiful dream — the kind his mind created just to torture him. But this felt too real.
Too painfully real.

He pinched his own arm.
The sharp sting confirmed it.
At the same moment, the baby inside him kicked softly against his stomach.

It wasn’t a dream.

Slowly, almost fearfully, Taehyung lifted his gaze.

Jungkook was looking at him.

His eyes — alive.

Jungkook lay weakly on the bed, watching him quietly.

Taehyung’s heart pounded so violently it felt like it might tear his chest apart.
He slowly crawled closer, every movement careful, afraid that the moment might shatter if he moved too quickly.

With trembling fingers, he reached out and gently touched Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook looked terribly weak.

But in Jungkook’s eyes, Taehyung looked even worse — like someone whose life had been standing at the edge of death for months.
He looked fragile.
Broken.
And exhausted.

“I… I love you.” Those were the first words Taehyung managed to utter, his speech trembling uncontrollably.

Jungkook parted his lips slightly, trying to say something. But no words came out. It was as if his voice had abandoned him.

Taehyung was desperate to hear his beloved’s voice again.

But Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered weakly… and then slowly closed.
Taehyung felt his soul leaving his body.

“No… no…” he whispered in panic. He gently tapped Jungkook’s face and rubbed his cold hands, trying to wake him again.

There was no response.
Fear completely consumed him.

Taehyung rushed out of the room for help, and soon everyone gathered there along with the royal doctor.

“Taehyung… are you sure he woke up? Or is it just another dream of yours?” Jimin asked gently, careful with his words.

“Why would I lie?! I–I… I… he… he looked at m-me… I told him… I… lo–love him… I–”
Taehyung’s words broke apart as he started trembling, but Jimin pulled him into a warm hug before he could continue.

Jimin knew how much Taehyung had been suffering.

“He’s not dreaming… His Excellency really woke up… He’s… awake!” the doctor suddenly exclaimed.