Volume 2

| 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 |

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

The Blood Moon hung low in the sky, a cruel witness to fate's design. It painted the earth in deep crimson, its glow pooling over the ruins of a moment that should never have come to pass.

Taehyung had seen this before.

In the book. In his nightmares.

The prophecy had been inked in pages older than time, written by hands that had long turned to dust.

The moon would bathe the world in crimson.
The ground would drink from her sacrifice.

And Taehyung—Taehyung would be left behind, forced to exist in a world where Jungkook no longer did.

He had spent countless nights with that damned book, fingers tracing over the ancient words, lips forming prayers he didn't believe in, hoping—begging—that he had misread them.

But the words had never changed.

"Alara will fall so you may live."

Now, it was real.

Jungkook lay still against the earth, draped in white, as if the heavens themselves had dressed her for this moment.

Beauty in white, tragedy in white.

Her dark hair spread around her like spilled ink, a cruel contrast to the red seeping from her still body, a crimson bloom unfurling across the fabric of her dress.

Her fingers—those same fingers that had once curled in his hair, traced the lines of his palm, clutched onto him as if he was her anchor—lay cold, open, unheld.

Taehyung's hands shook as they pressed against the wound, his palm slick with the blood that should never have left her body. His breaths came too fast, too shallow, his vision blurred with something hot and stinging.

A gust of wind lifted the edges of Jungkook's dress, white fabric fluttering like a ghost of what once was.

Taehyung swallowed, his throat raw. His hands trembled as they cupped her face.

"Love," he rasped. "Wake up, Mrs Kim."

But she didn't. She couldn't.

"No," his voice broke. "No, no, no—Jungkook."

Taehyung had seen her fight against fate a thousand times. With her sharp words, with her defiance, with the fire in her eyes that had never wavered—not even in the face of death itself.

But now—

Now, she was silent.

The earth beneath them remained still. The unforgiving moon continued to glow.

And Jungkook—his Jungkook—remained lifeless in his arms.

❦

Steel clashed. Magic roared. The ground trembled beneath the weight of something far greater than mortals could comprehend.

And in the middle of it all, Taehyung stood—his eyes red, his hands steady, his heart shattered.

"If the universe thinks I'll let her go—"

He raised his sword.

"It has made the worst mistake of all."

❦

"If death is the only way, then I will die with you."

The moon weeps in silence, but the stars do not mourn.
They have seen this before—lovers lost to fate, hearts carved into promises they cannot keep.

Love is a foolish thing.
A fool's gamble. A lie wrapped in hope.
A debt written in devotion, paid in suffering.

And now—now the debt is due.

❦

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌—𝒊𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒓. & 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑲𝒊𝒎—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍. 

𝑰𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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