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JEON JUNGKOOK

My face was nestled against Taehyung's bare chest, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns across the skin of my back. The warmth of his touch was a balm, yet his voice broke the quiet with a sudden, sombre murmur. "I saw it coming," he said, the words heavy with unspoken dread.

I shifted my head to look at him, my brow furrowing as I searched his face for clarity. "Saw what was coming?" I asked, my voice soft but laced with unease.

Taehyung exhaled deeply, his gaze drifting toward the flickering light of the television, which cast faint shadows across his features. "You're getting hurt," he began, his voice low and strained. His eyes flicked down to meet mine, and in them, I saw a flicker of pain. "I saw it."

I pushed myself up from the bed, the sheets slipping down my torso as I sat upright. "Saw it?" I repeated, my confusion deepening. My heart began to thud faintly in my chest, a dull echo of the anxiety creeping into my veins.

Taehyung nodded, his hand moving to brush through the curls atop my head, his touch gentle yet laden with worry. "Remember when I told you that sometimes I see the future in my dreams?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

My eyes locked onto his, wide and searching. "Yeah, I do," I replied, my voice trembling slightly as I braced myself for what was to come.

"Well, twice in the last two weeks, I dreamt that someone hurt you," he confessed, his words slow and deliberate, as though each one pained him to utter. "I couldn't see who it was, and I couldn't stop it." He closed his eyes briefly, as if shielding himself from the memory. "I felt so helpless. That's why I tried to get you to open up to me. I knew something was wrong."

A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, the weight of guilt pressing down on me like a stone. "W-What happened to me?" I asked, my voice wavering as I struggled to keep my composure.

Taehyung's hand continued to stroke my hair, his touch soothing despite the tension in the air. "It was in the woods, both times," he said, his voice steady but tinged with anger. "At first, I thought it might just be a bad training session, but then it turned... sinister." His lips curled into a frown, and his jaw tightened. "Seeing you get hurt like that fucking broke me, Jungkook. And seeing him touch you in real life-" He cut himself off, his voice cracking with emotion.

My gaze fell to the bed, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. "I'm sorry," I whispered, the words barely audible. My throat felt as though it were closing in on itself, and I struggled to gather my thoughts, to find the right thing to say.

"I told you not to apologise to me," Taehyung said firmly, his fingers gently tilting my chin upward, forcing me to meet his eyes once more.

"What happened when I passed out?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the heaviness in my chest. I had no memory of what had transpired after I lost consciousness, no idea what had become of Felix or Jaemin.

Taehyung's eyes darkened, and he cleared his throat, the sound sharp and almost menacing. "The second I saw your body hit the ground," he began, his words rapid and seething with anger, "I had Felix by the collar of his shirt and pinned against a tree faster than the speed of light." His voice was a low growl, each syllable dripping with fury. "They might talk a big game when I'm not around, but the moment I'm in their face, they cower like a pack of pathetic puppies. It's embarrassing." His voice rose, the veins in his neck standing out as his anger boiled over. "I'm ashamed I ever let those worthless idiots into my pack."

"You got rid of them?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze narrowing as he studied my reaction. "When Zara explained what happened, I fucking lost it," he said, his hand running down his face in frustration. "When I found out they deliberately tried to fight you, I was this close to ripping their throats out. Trust me, it took everything in me not to."

Tears stung my eyes as the gravity of the situation sank in. "So you let them go?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," he replied, his tone firm and unyielding.

"Literally before nightfall?" I said, my mind reeling as I tried to make sense of it all. A pang of guilt shot through me, but I quickly pushed it aside. They deserved it. They deserved it, Jungkook, I told myself, though the thought did little to ease the turmoil within me.

Taehyung's palm shot up in exasperation. "You expect me to keep them here after they thought they could hurt you without facing the consequences?" he exclaimed, his disbelief palpable. "When they're so power-hungry that the only person they thought they could challenge was literally half their size? Why would I want such obnoxious, vile wolves in my pack?" His voice was hard, unrelenting. "They're cowards, Jungkook. Complete cowards."

I averted my gaze, my mind racing. The only reason I felt any concern for their departure was the threat they had made. "Why are you defending them?" Taehyung asked, his tone softening but still edged with suspicion.

My shoulders shrugged instinctively, too quickly, and Taehyung's body stiffened at my reaction. "What aren't you telling me, pup?" he pressed, his voice gentle but insistent.

I looked up at him, realising that there was no point in hiding anything anymore. "Tell me," he urged, his green eyes pleading.

"They threatened to tell your dad about us," I admitted, my voice trembling. "They said he wouldn't be happy about us being together."

"So?" Taehyung replied, his tone dismissive.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "So?" I repeated. "What if they go running to your dad now, using that information as leverage to get into his pack?"

"Let them," he said simply, his voice calm and unbothered. His lack of concern only heightened my anxiety.

"You're not worried about that?" I asked, my hand resting against my forehead as I tried to process his nonchalance.

"He's going to find out sooner or later," Taehyung said, his hand reaching up to take mine. "Besides, my dad wouldn't take them in. They're not up to his standards. He'd probably kill them if they even set foot near his territory."

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "I can't believe how calm you are about this," I said, shaking my head.

Taehyung shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about it, and I don't care if he finds out, as long as I have you by my side."

I leaned forward, our lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. Taehyung's hand gripped the back of my neck, his touch firm yet gentle as he deepened the kiss. My stomach fluttered with excitement, and my heart raced as though it might burst from my chest. When he pulled away, our noses still touching, he smiled at me, his eyes filled with adoration.

"When did it start?" Taehyung asked, his fingers continuing to trace patterns on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"When did what start?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"When did they start saying things to you?" he clarified, his tone gentle but insistent.

My chest tightened, the memory of their words cutting deep. "When you told everyone we were together," I admitted, my voice trembling. "The first training session back, everyone was looking at me, noticing how weak I was. They were all talking, but Luke and Kieran... they took it too far."

Taehyung's fingers were still, and his expression darkened. "This has been going on for weeks?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration as he threw his head back.

"Yeah," I said, my eyes closing as I shook my head, disappointment in myself washing over me. I had let this go on for far too long.

"God," Taehyung groaned, his voice strained. "Please, please don't keep things like this from me again, Jungkook. I'm begging you."

My eyes met his, and I nodded, his distress enough to make me vow never to bottle things up again. "I promise I'll talk to you," I said, my voice firm despite the tears welling in my eyes.

Taehyung's eyes widened, his head tilting as though my words weren't convincing enough. "I swear I'll tell you," I said, leaning forward to press my lips to his once more. "I promise I'll be more open about how I'm feeling. If something or someone upsets me, we'll talk about it."

"Okay," Taehyung whispered against my lips before kissing me again, his hand still firmly in my hair, holding me close. "No more secrets."

"No more secrets," I echoed, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling within me.

Taehyung's hand dipped to my neck, his fingers sending shivers down my spine. "Did you throw away your medication, or did you just stop taking it?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

I closed my eyes for a moment, the truth heavy on my tongue. "I threw them away," I admitted, bracing myself for his reaction.

Taehyung nodded, his expression understanding rather than accusatory. "So tomorrow, we'll ring up your therapist and ask for a new prescription, yeah?" he suggested, his voice calm and reassuring.

I nodded, grateful for his support. "Maybe ask if you should have another session a week. Do you think you need that?" he asked, pulling back slightly to look at me.

I chewed on my lip, uncertainty gnawing at me. "Maybe I do. I'm not sure," I said, shrugging helplessly.

"Well, you can discuss that with your therapist," he said, offering me a small, encouraging smile. "Anyway, you must be absolutely starving."

"Ravenous," I admitted, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

Taehyung laughed, the sound warm and comforting, before throwing the covers off and getting out of bed. "Your stomach could be heard from a million miles away," he teased, his tone lightening the mood.

"It's been a long day," I said, pushing myself up from the bed.

He turned to me, blowing out a breath as though expelling the weight of the day. "Tell me about it," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

My eyes followed him as he moved around the bed, pulling me into his chest. "I can't believe all your bruises and cuts have healed," he murmured into my hair, his voice filled with relief.

I hummed in agreement, resting my head against him. "Me either. I thought it would be a slower process."

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Taehyung said, pulling back to look at me, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

My throat tightened, and I nodded, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. "Please don't make me cry again," I whispered, my voice breaking.

Taehyung's lips stretched into the most beautiful smile, one that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. "I am proud of you," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "And know that I wouldn't change you for the world." His gaze softened as he looked at me, his expression one of complete adoration.

My lips trembled, and I pouted, pointing to my now-watery eyes. "Thanks," I managed to say, my voice barely audible.

Taehyung's smile remained as he kissed my forehead repeatedly, each touch was a silent promise of his love and support. "Right, let's make you a feast," he declared, his tone brightening as he took my hand and led me downstairs.

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