Chapter 49 || BOUND AND TORN BY PROPHECIES
Confrontation at Midnight
The room was quiet, the faint glow of moonlight casting
silvery patterns on the walls. Jungkook stirred beneath the covers, his mind
still heavy from the events of the day. Sleep began to take hold, pulling him
deeper into its embrace. His lashes fluttered closed, his breath evened, and his
thoughts began to blur into dreams.
Knock. Knock.
The sharp sound shattered the silence. His eyes flew open,
pulse surging. Another knock—firmer now, urgent.
His breath hitched as he sat up abruptly, his mismatched
eyes darting toward the entrance. The knock had been deliberate—firm, yet
unsettling. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose, his movements
cautious as he approached the door. The air felt heavier with each step, his
heartbeat quickening as he reached out to turn the handle.
The moment the door opened, he was pushed back, a shadowy
figure stepping inside and closing the door behind them with a definitive,
echoing thud. Before he could react, he felt himself pinned against the wooden
surface, breathing shallow and erratic as his mind struggled to catch up with
what was happening.
“Taehyung?” Jungkook gasped, voice trembling with shock as
he looked up to find his crystal-blue eyes fixed on his. There was something
dangerous in his gaze—an intensity that seemed to pierce straight through him,
as though he were looking at Jungkook’s very soul. His expression was
unreadable, his presence overpowering, and the faint glow of moonlight
reflected off his sharp features, making him seem almost otherworldly.
“Taehyung?! What the—what are you doing?! Let me go,” Jungkook
demanded, his voice steadying slightly as he tried to assert himself. But Taehyung
didn’t move. Instead, his piercing gaze held Jungkook’s, the anger in his eyes
unmistakable. It was the kind of anger that burned cold, restrained yet
seething beneath the surface.
No answer.
His eyes bore into his, deeper than flesh, deeper than soul.
Jungkook felt seen and stripped all at once. That silent fury in him—raw,
wounded, possessive—terrified and thrilled him in equal measure.
“Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted again, struggling. “Let me go!”
Still, he said nothing. Just stared at him like he was trying to find
something—something he’d buried.
The grip around Jungkook’s wrists tightened slightly, not
enough to hurt, but enough to remind him who held him there. His breathing was
harsh, almost ragged, like he was barely keeping something contained.
“You don’t listen,” he said finally, his voice low and edged
with frustration. “Even after everything that’s happened, you refuse to hear
me.” Jungkook blinked, his breath catching as the weight of his words sank in.
“That’s not true. what are you talking about? Taehyung, that was—” he tried to
argue, but Taehyung silenced him with a sharp look.
“Were your apologies fake too?” he whispered, the words
cutting deeper than if he’d screamed them. Jungkook’s heart twisted. “No—Taehyung,
please—”
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice dropped again, rough with hurt.
“You think saying you’re sorry you’ve made up—the ones that shattered the bonds
we share?” Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, but Taehyung didn’t give him
the chance. “You’re mine,” he said firmly, the rawness in his tone sending a
shiver down his spine. “And no one—not Varian, not anyone—can come between us.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened, his mismatched eyes narrowing as
anger began to replace his shock. “You can’t just decide that,” he snapped,
voice trembling with emotion. “I raised you, Taehyung. You’re a—”
He leaned in, nose brushing the side of Jungkook’s face,
voice hot against her cheek. “…a child to you?” Jungkook felt Taehyung's breath
on his own skin. His knees weakened. “Taehyung… I raised you.” His smirk
returned, but it was dark this time—feral. “Yes. You did.”
Then he moved. Slowly. Deliberately. His lips skimmed down
until they hovered above the hollow of Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook could feel
the heat radiating from his mouth, the hum of his power trembling against his
collarbone.
“Still think of me as a small boy?” he murmured. “Then let’s
see... for how many days you can keep ‘pretending’.” Before he could form a
reply, Taehyung tilted his head, lips brushing just beneath his ear.
“Mommy…”
The word was whispered like a sin, wicked and silken. Then
his mouth closed around the soft flesh of Jungkook’s earlobe, pressing a single
heated kiss there—lingering, torturous.
The tension in the air was suffocating, crackling like
electricity, his presence overwhelming. His gaze never wavered; the coldness in
his eyes softened just enough to reveal the storm of emotions he was struggling
to contain.
Jungkook’s breath left in a trembling gasp. His head hit the
door behind him, eyes slamming shut, the world spinning with the force of their
closeness. With deliberate slowness, Taehyung straightened, releasing his hold
on Jungkook and stepping back. “You don’t get it,” he said softly, his tone
filled with quiet frustration. “But you will.”
And without another word, he turned and left, the door
closing behind him as quietly as it had opened. The room fell silent once more,
leaving Jungkook alone, his thoughts spiralling in the aftermath of the
confrontation.
He stood there, still pinned by memory, wrists tingling,
legs barely holding his weight. The imprint of his kiss still burned on his
skin.
Frozen.
He didn’t move. Couldn’t. His mind reeled, his heart
pounded, and the air in his lungs refused to settle. His hands dropped slowly
from the door behind him, brushing his own neck where his breath had warmed his
skin just moments ago.
His entire body was trembling—not from fear. But from rage.
From desire. From confusion. Or something deeper. Something addictive.
Forbidden Love.
What had he done?
What had they done?
He pressed a trembling hand to his chest, his mind racing as
he tried to make sense of what had just happened. The anger in Taehyung’s eyes,
the rawness in his voice, the tension that had filled the room—it all left him
feeling more shaken than he wanted to admit.
Crossing the room slowly, he sank onto the edge of his bed,
burying his face in his hands. Sleep felt distant now, his mind too consumed by
the weight of the confrontation. He had wanted to make things right, but now it
felt as though the rift between them had only deepened.
As he lay back against the pillows, his mismatched eyes
stared at the ceiling, thoughts refusing to quiet. Eventually, exhaustion took
over, and he drifted into a restless sleep, the memory of Taehyung’s piercing
gaze lingering in his mind like a shadow that refused to fade.
He tried to run away from all this, but it just grew deeper.
Two boys as life partners was something unheard of in humans, but dragons don’t
care about it much. However, it’s different for other dragons and Taehyung. He
is the heir to the royal family; he needs to stop the danger of extinction for
dragons. He can’t be the reason for them going extinct.
Jungkook was born for a purpose: to awaken the royal blood from his dormant state. However, it will all be useless if he falls in love with a human, especially a boy. This will bring their end. Taehyung will become the cause of a very unfortunate situation, becoming the enemy of his own kind.
Only HE has the power to continue their existence. He will be called names, and
Jungkook will never let that happen. He can’t. Perhaps they can’t be together
in this life.
Since Taehyung is not ready to make things right and change
his decision, change his heart, and move on, then Jungkook will do it. He will
never let anyone point a finger at Taehyung, even if it makes him the villain
in this story. Just a few years and he will be gone from Taehyung's life. Only
benefit of being mortal. And then Taehyung will have to move on.
He had fought with a lot, but tonight, his war was silent,
fought alone, with the echo of one word still haunting his ears.
“Mommy…”
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