Double update

The warehouse was now a ghost of its former chaos. The battle was over, the bloodshed had come to an end, and the oppressive silence that followed was broken only by the heavy breaths of those who had fought. Jungkook sat in the center, still breathing heavily but with a sense of quiet victory beginning to settle in his chest. His body screamed with pain, but the adrenaline and the weight of the battle's end allowed him to momentarily forget it.

Jimin, kneeling beside him, was no better. The adrenaline from the fight had worn off, and now, a sense of peace had begun to wash over him. He turned to look at Jungkook, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. Their eyes met, the deep connection they shared now stronger than ever. The weight of the revenge was behind them, and in its place was the growing certainty that they had been meant for each other.

Around them, the rest of the gang slowly gathered. Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, and even Jin stood close by, catching their breath and exchanging glances filled with quiet understanding. Their respect for Jungkook had multiplied a hundredfold, not just because of his ability to lead, but for the sacrifices he had made. He had given everything to ensure that their lives—and the lives of those he loved—were safe. But now, there was something more, something deeper to celebrate.

The tension in the air slowly began to dissipate as the gang members gathered around the two of them, slowly, the smiles spreading across their faces. They had done it. The victory was theirs.

But amid the joy and the quiet celebration, Namjoon's gaze lingered on Jungkook, his eyes narrowing as if he had spotted something important. Jimin was still tending to Jungkook's wounds, making sure he was okay, when Namjoon's voice broke through the murmur of the group.

"Wait," Namjoon said, his voice unusually serious.

Everyone turned to face him, the moment of celebration halting as they followed his gaze to Jungkook's neck. He was staring at the intricate rose tattoo that adorned the side of Jungkook's neck, right beneath his jawline. It was a beautiful piece of art, the petals drawn in deep reds and shadows, each line carefully etched. It was a mark of Jungkook's life, a permanent symbol of his past—a past that only a few knew about.

Jimin frowned slightly, glancing at Jungkook, then at Namjoon. "What is it?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with concern.

Namjoon's eyes were filled with a mix of something akin to realization and shock. His gaze never wavered from the tattoo. Slowly, his lips parted as he began to speak.

"Jungkook," he started, his voice steady but carrying an edge of disbelief, "this tattoo—this rose... it's a reminder of something that happened years ago. I know this because I was there when it happened." He paused for a moment, letting his words settle in the air. The group waited for him to continue, some of them narrowing their eyes, unsure of what Namjoon was about to reveal.

Jimin's eyes widened in confusion as he turned his attention to Namjoon. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice soft but eager to understand.

Namjoon took a deep breath before looking at Jungkook, his gaze now full of respect and a trace of nostalgia. "Jungkook, you don't remember this, do you?" he said quietly, almost as if he were speaking to Jungkook's soul rather than just his physical self.

Jungkook blinked, the exhaustion from the battle beginning to make his vision hazy. "What are you talking about, Namjoon?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Namjoon stood a little straighter, his expression now one of deep reverence. "Years ago, before any of this... before you were married to Jimin, before the pain you both suffered at the hands of Yoongi..." He paused, his tone serious. "It was you, Jungkook, who saved Jimin's life. You don't remember it, but I do."

Jimin's hand stilled against Jungkook's shoulder, and he froze, his breath caught in his throat as Namjoon's words hit him like a thunderclap. He looked at Jungkook, disbelief in his eyes. "It was Jungkook I'm sure now who bought you to the hospital on time, Jimin. If not for him I can't even imagine what would have happened to all of us!" Namjoon said in disbelief holding his forehead.

"You saved me?" Jimin whispered, his voice a soft gasp of emotion. The weight of Namjoon's words hit him hard, a wave of confusion and realization mixing in his chest. "When?" Jungkook asked.

Namjoon's voice softened as he continued, his tone grave. "Yoongi... he pushed Jimin off the third floor of his building. He was bleeding out, left for dead, and nobody was around to help him. Jimin was unconscious, his body broken and blood pooling around him." Namjoon looked down at the ground for a moment, as if trying to pull the memory back into focus. "It was Jungkook you who found him. Guys, he was the one who rushed Jimin to the hospital in time, saving his life."

Jimin's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze back to Jungkook. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding faster than before. "But... why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook, still exhausted from the fight, looked up at Jimin, his eyes full of a complexity Jimin had never seen before. The truth weighed heavy in the air between them, and Jungkook swallowed hard.

"I didn't know you at the time," Jungkook answered quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know who you were. All I knew was that you were someone who needed help. And I... I couldn't let you die."

Jimin's heart swelled at those words. He had never known. The man he loved, the man who had suffered so much to protect him, had already been tied to him in ways he couldn't have imagined. The universe had set them on this path long before their official union.

"You saved me..." Jimin repeated softly, as if to himself. His hand reached up, cupping Jungkook's cheek gently. "I didn't even know."

Jungkook reached up, his hand covering Jimin's. "It was fate, Jimin. I don't know how to explain it, but when I saw you lying there, I just knew... I had to do something."

The air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of the moment. Everyone around them watched, feeling the power of the unspoken bond between the two of them. It was as if everything had led them to this point, as if their entire lives had been preparing them for this connection. They were linked, intertwined, by something far deeper than love. It was a force of destiny, a game of fate that neither could have anticipated.

The room was silent for a moment, and then, slowly, the others began to speak.

"You were always connected," Hoseok murmured, his voice soft with awe. "Even before you guys were married."

Taehyung's eyes were wide, a smile creeping onto his face. "You guys were fated. And I thought we and your mother were the ones who brought you together." He shook his head in wonder, clearly in awe of the deeper bond between the two of them.

Namjoon, standing a little apart, glanced at the others with a knowing expression. "This was always meant to be. And no matter how many obstacles were thrown in your path, you always found your way back to each other. It's destiny."

Jimin looked at Jungkook with new eyes, his heart full. "It was always you, wasn't it?"

Jungkook smiled softly, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Yeah... It was always me."

The two of them shared a tender gaze, an understanding between them that went beyond words. Their journey had been long, full of pain, betrayal, and loss, but now they were stronger than ever. And no matter what came next, they knew one thing for sure: they were meant to be.

As the night deepened and the group began to celebrate the victory, there was an air of peace and happiness that settled over them. They had fought together, bled together, and now they would heal together. And no matter what the future held, Jimin and Jungkook were bound by fate—connected not only by love, but by the threads of destiny that had been woven between them long before they had ever met.

And in the end, that was what mattered the most.

To be continued......