REJECTED BOND||J.JK✅Under Short Editing

Chapter 5

"And I know, All of your warmth is true "

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"Namjoon—are you listening?"
Jin snapped his fingers sharply in front of the leader's unfocused eyes, finally noticing that the man hadn't been paying attention to his hour‑long rant.

"Hellooo... earth to Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon blinked several times, dazed, as if his mind had just been yanked back from some distant place. The others exchanged bewildered glances.

Strange. Namjoon never stuttered. And he never zoned out—especially not during serious conversations.

"Hyung, are you alright?" Hoseok asked, concern softening his features.

Namjoon exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm fine. Just... worried about those two. And Jungkook. Because I think I know what kind of bond is forming, and I'm praying I'm wrong."

His brows knitted, anxiety practically radiating off him.

"What do you mean?" Yoongi mumbled, mid‑yawn. He had been yawning nonstop—much to everyone's irritation. They were all tired, but Yoongi's dramatic display of exhaustion was testing every ounce of patience in the room.

"Okay. Problem number one."
Namjoon slapped his palms against his thighs, stood up, and began pacing.

"The bond between those two is rare. Dangerous. And I won't believe it until Bella confirms it. But honestly, I'd rather hope it isn't what I think."

He paused, inhaled deeply.

"Two—vampires and werewolves haven't been on friendly terms for centuries. The leaders are stubborn as hell. If that bond is real... it could start a war."

The last word hit the room with the force of a thunderclap.

"Bingo, Joonie," Yoongi drawled, stretching his legs lazily. "I thought your brain cells were on vacation."

Namjoon ignored him.

"And number three," Jin continued, "Jungkook despises werewolves. If he finds out she's his mate... he'll do anything to destroy her."

"Exactly," Yoongi muttered through another yawn.

"And that," he added with a mischievous smirk, "means things are about to get entertaining. No more sleeping from boredom. Jungkook throws the best tantrums in existence."

Everyone glared at him.

"Yoongi," Jin hissed, "can you, for once, stop adding fuel to fire?"

He simply shrugged, unfazed.

Jin sighed and attempted to add a sliver of hope.
"Well... let's just pray the bond is stronger than the hatred he has for her kind."

Just then, the door creaked open.

Jimin walked in—looking like a disheveled bachelor dragged out of a board meeting. His silver hair stuck out in all directions, the top buttons of his white shirt undone, exposing a silver chain resting against his collarbones.

He looked exhausted. And annoyed.

"Hyung," he greeted, waving a hand in front of his nose, disgust written all over his face. "Why does the whole mansion smell like—"

Yoongi silently pointed toward the bed.

Jimin's jaw dropped.
"What the—WOAH."

He strained his neck for a clearer look, mouth hanging open just as the soft rustle of fabric announced another arrival.