His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 4

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"So, do you accept me as your mate now?"

Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it felt like it was being shouted into the silence of Jungkook’s soul.

The Prince stood there, his hand still warm from where he had kissed Jungkook’s finger, his eyes swirling with a desperate, fragile hope.

Jungkook had faced down rogue wolves twice his size without blinking. He had survived the freezing winters of his youth with nothing but a thin blanket and his brothers’ warmth. He was a warrior, a provider, a protector. But he had never encountered a question that made him feel so utterly paralyzed.

The bond was a physical weight now, humming under his skin, begging him to lean into the vampire’s embrace.

But every fiber of his history screamed in protest.

Vampires. The word was a poison in his mouth. They were the architects of his nightmares. He closed his eyes, and for a split second, he wasn't in a neon-lit club; he was back in the rain-soaked forest, seventeen years old and screaming until his throat bled. He remembered the flash of pale skin, the sound of his father’s last breath, and the way the moonlight had glinted off the fangs of the monsters who had torn his family apart. His father, the Beta who was a mountain of strength; his mother, a warrior whose laugh could brighten the darkest cave. Gone. All because of the "blood-suckers."

“Darling, what are you thinking? Your heart... it’s beating like a drum.”

Taehyung’s gentle voice broke through the trauma, pulling him back to the present.

Jungkook blinked, his vision blurry. He looked up at the deep brown eyes staring back at him—eyes that looked nothing like the cold killers from his past.

“Just thinking... if you’re like them,” he whispered, his voice dazed and distant.

“Like who?” Taehyung asked softly. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, likely thinking Jungkook was comparing him to other suitors or perhaps the jerk Sungho.

“Huh?” Jungkook shook his head, the memories receding like a dark tide, leaving him feeling cold and exposed.

“You said you were thinking if I’m like them, baby,” Taehyung repeated patiently, his thumb tracing a soothing circle on the back of Jungkook's hand.

“Oh... oh god, did I say that out loud?” Jungkook muttered, his face heating up. The alcohol from the club’s atmosphere and the intensity of the bond were making his filter vanish.

“Was I not supposed to hear that?”

Taehyung’s gaze became searching, his smile fading as he sensed the shift in Jungkook’s aura.