His Luna TAEKOOK

‘You promised me... You said you’d come back...’



Jungkook’s expression darkened slightly. "Then I’ll make sure that never happens. I’ve waited five hundred years for him, Yoongi. I won’t lose him again."



Taehyung let out a quiet scoff. "Flattery won’t get you far."

Jungkook smirked. "I didn’t think you were the type to be flattered, Mr. Kim."



Taehyung’s eyes darkened. There was something irritatingly familiar about Jungkook’s presence—the way he spoke, the way he looked at him as if he knew him. But that was impossible. Taehyung would remember someone like this.





“You’re mine, Jungkook. My mate. My Luna.”