JuhiVerma_09

‘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.”

His Luna     TAEKOOK

Jungkook wiped the blood off his hands, his mind racing. The alley was now silent except for the occasional flicker of a broken streetlight. Taehyung stood frozen, his gaze still locked onto Jungkook, confusion and something else—something dangerous—lingering in his dark eyes.

Yoongi sighed, crossing his arms. "We should talk about this. He saw everything."

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, who was visibly struggling to process the scene. A smirk tugged at Jungkook's lips, but his expression quickly turned unreadable. "No, we don't need to explain anything. He's drunk. By tomorrow, he'll either forget all of this or think it was just a dream. Just take him home."

Yoongi frowned. "Are you sure? He doesn't seem that out of it."

Jungkook's eyes darkened slightly. "Trust me. Let's not complicate things. Just get him home."

Yoongi clicked his tongue but eventually nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed Taehyung's arm, supporting him as he swayed slightly. Taehyung blinked, his head tilting as if trying to say something, but no words came out. His pupils were dilated, his usually sharp gaze clouded, but there was an unsettling clarity behind it.

Jungkook turned away first, walking ahead without another glance. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Yoongi sighed, dragging Taehyung towards his car. "You know," he muttered under his breath, "I don't trust that he'll forget this. And I still need answers from you, Jungkook. Expect me at your office tomorrow."

Jungkook didn't respond. His hands clenched into fists as he walked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to clear his head.

The next morning, Taehyung woke up with a pounding headache, but his mind was alarmingly clear. He sat up, rubbing his temples, his jaw tightening as flashes of the previous night filled his thoughts.

The fight. Jungkook. The way he moved. The way he killed with precision and power.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He was supposed to believe he was too drunk to remember. They thought they could fool him.

But he remembered everything.

His fingers trailed to his lips, a ghost of a smirk forming. Jungkook was hiding something. Something dangerous. And for the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt a surge of something other than cold calculation—excitement.

His mind replayed the events at the bar, the way Jungkook moved on that stage, the way his body had twisted and commanded every single eye in that room. The way Taehyung had lost himself in him—until that unbearable jealousy clawed its way out.

The way his eyes had burned red for a fleeting moment. Yoongi had noticed it. Taehyung saw it in his expression before everything blurred.

He clenched his fists. What the hell was happening to him?

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Sir, your schedule for today is ready," Min-Yu's voice filtered through the door. "You have a morning meeting at Kim Enterprises' main conference hall"

Taehyung smirked to himself, fixing his collar as he stood up. "Perfect."

Today, he was going to see Jungkook again. And this time, he wouldn't let him slip away so easily.

Chapter 7: A Forgotten Dream?