Chapter 50 || BOUND AND TORN BY PROPHECIES
Morning Intrusion
The early light seeped into Jungkook’s room, painting the
walls with golden hues as the warmth of the sun filtered through the curtains.
His breath was steady as he remained wrapped in slumber, unaware of the figure
lying beside him, holding him close.
It wasn’t until he shifted slightly, his consciousness
teasing him awake, that he became aware of the weight around his waist. His
mismatched eyes fluttered open, mind still groggy, but the firm hold on him
startled him fully awake. His breath hitched as he froze, panic coursing
through his veins.
Struggling slightly against the tight grip, he managed to
crane his neck and look down—and his heart nearly stopped.
Taehyung’s piercing crystal-blue eyes were wide awake and
locked onto his, their intense gaze unsettling Jungkook’s very core. He didn’t
speak immediately, and his smirk hinted at far more confidence than Jungkook
was prepared to handle.
“What are you doing in my bed?” he demanded, his voice sharp
despite the tremor of surprise beneath it. Taehyung tilted his head slightly,
his smirk widening as he spoke, his tone calm and teasing. “Why are you so
shocked? I used to sleep in your bed when I was younger. And for you, I’m still
a kid, so it shouldn’t matter.”
Jungkook’s cheeks flushed at his response, his annoyance
outweighing his embarrassment as he pushed against Taehyung's chest in an
effort to free himself. “That’s different now!” he snapped. “Let me go, Taehyung!”
But his grip didn’t loosen. Instead, his smirk deepened, a
glint of mischief lighting his eyes. “Not until I get the greeting I used to
get every morning,” he said, his voice low and edged with playful stubbornness.
“You’ve forgotten your manners, Jungkook.”
Grinding his teeth, Jungkook glared at him, his frustration
mounting as he realized he wasn’t going to let go without a fight. “Fine,” he
muttered through clenched teeth. “Good morning, Taehyung.”
The satisfaction in his smirk was infuriating, but before Jungkook
could say anything else, Taehyung leaned in and pressed a quick, deliberate
kiss to his cheek. The gesture was enough to render him speechless, his cheeks
burning as his mind struggled to process what had just happened.
“Good morning to you too… Mommy,” Taehyung murmured softly
in his ear, the teasing tone of his voice leaving Jungkook frozen in place.
As quickly as he had come, Taehyung rose from the bed, his
movements smooth and deliberate. Jungkook watched in stunned silence as he made
his way to the balcony, the morning light casting an ethereal glow over his
figure. Without so much as a glance back, he shifted into his dragon form and
took to the skies, his frosted wings cutting through the air with effortless
grace.
Jungkook remained rooted to his spot, his heart pounding and
mind racing as he replayed the events in his head. The memory of Taehyung’s
teasing smirk, his bold actions, and his whispered words left his cheeks
burning red with embarrassment and anger.
It’s going to be very difficult.
Jungkook entered the dining hall later that morning, still
shaken by the encounter but determined not to let it affect his day. The aroma
of freshly baked bread and brewed tea filled the air, and the sounds of
laughter and conversation echoed softly through the room. He took a steadying
breath, his mismatched eyes scanning the table for an empty seat.
Varian, seated near the centre, caught sight of him and
immediately brightened. “Jungkook!” he called warmly, gesturing to the chair
beside him. “Come, join me.”
His steps faltered momentarily, the memory of Taehyung’s
piercing gaze flashing in his mind. He glanced at the seat beside Yoongi, his
resolve hardening as he made his choice. Ignoring Varian’s invitation, he
walked over to Yoongi and took the chair beside him, offering him a small smile
as he settled in.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, his expression curious but
amused. “Interesting choice,” he murmured under his breath, his tone light.
Jungkook didn’t respond, his focus shifting to the plate in front of him as he tried to ignore the weight of Taehyung’s gaze from across the table. His crystal-blue eyes were fixed on him, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his deliberate actions.
His choice to
sit beside Yoongi, rather than Varian, didn’t go unnoticed by him, and the
satisfaction in his expression was unmistakable.
Varian, however, didn’t seem fazed. He smiled at him from
across the table, his warmth and charm breaking through the tension. “I hope
you’ll join me in the garden later,” he said casually, his tone friendly.
“There’s a story I’ve been meaning to share with you.”
As the breakfast conversation flowed around, Jungkook felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him. Taehyung’s lingering gaze, Varian’s cheerful invitation, and Yoongi’s quiet observation all blended into a confusing cacophony that left him feeling emotionally drained.
But despite the
tension, he couldn’t shake the determination he had felt earlier—he needed to
make things right, no matter how difficult the path ahead might be.
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