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

Deep within the enchanted forest of Busan, hidden from human eyes by layers of ancient magic, a grand pack thrived in secrecy. The architecture of the wolf kingdom was a mesmerizing blend of ancient craftsmanship and modern touches, standing as a testament to their powerful and timeless rule.

Taehyung stirred awake, his golden eyes fluttering open as the scent of earth and pine filled his senses. He found himself lying on an extravagant bed, the silk sheets cool against his skin. The room he was in radiated a regal aura—stone walls adorned with intricate carvings, golden lanterns casting a warm glow, and elegant furniture that blended tradition with luxury.

A smirk curled his lips. He had expected Jungkook to act impulsively, and the younger didn't disappoint. Playing along with the act, he stretched his arms before gracefully sliding off the bed. His bare feet met the cool marble floor as he made his way toward the double doors, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

The halls of the pack house were just as breathtaking—high ceilings, torch-lit corridors, and tapestries depicting tales of past warriors. He followed the faint murmur of voices, his instincts guiding him toward the court. As he neared, he recognized Jungkook's voice, firm yet laced with worry.

"He still doesn't remember anything," Jungkook was explaining to Namjoon and Jin, his brows furrowed in frustration. "I don't know what to do. I can't just—"

A knowing smirk played on Taehyung's lips. Oh, if only Jungkook knew.

Without hesitation, he pushed the grand doors open, his voice ringing through the vast chamber. "Jini!" he called out, his tone filled with genuine joy.

Namjoon's eyes widened in shock as Taehyung sprinted towards him, wrapping his arms around his older brother in a tight hug. "I missed you so much," Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Jin, equally stunned, hesitated before squeezing Taehyung back, his own eyes welling up. "Tae… you remember?"

The entire court fell silent for a beat. Namjoon, recovering from his shock, exchanged a look with Jungkook, whose expression had turned unreadable.

Then, a low growl rumbled through the chamber.

"You…" Jungkook's voice was dangerously calm, but the fire in his eyes told another story. "You remembered. This whole time."

Jimin, standing nearby, took one look at Jungkook's face and immediately burst into laughter. He doubled over, barely able to hold himself up. "Oh my God, you should see your face!" he wheezed.

Yoongi, standing beside him, sighed and reached out to steady Jimin before he collapsed from his own amusement.

Taehyung turned to face Jungkook fully, the playful glint in his eyes only making the younger angrier. "Oops?" he offered, tilting his head innocently.

Jungkook's jaw clenched. "You little—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the doors swung open again, drawing everyone's attention. Hoseok strode in, his usual bright energy filling the room. But as his gaze swept over the court, his steps faltered.

Something in the air shifted. The scent, the bond, the undeniable pull—it hit him all at once.

Yoongi stiffened, his sharp eyes narrowing as realization dawned upon him.

Hoseok's lips parted as a single word escaped him, breathless and filled with disbelief.

Chapter 34: The Hidden Truth and the Fated Bond