Kim Taehyung

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For five years, Taehyung didn't leave the tree. His world narrowed to the rough bark, the whisper of leaves, two faded ribbons entwined tightly on a branch. Here remained his life, his love, his tiger heart, buried alive along with the hybrid rabbit who bore his last name.

And then he appeared. Intrusive, like the first rays of light after a long winter, painful and unbearable. An eighteen-year-old omega, a rabbit hybrid. He came every day, breaking the sacred silence of grief. He smelled of summer and young grass, and his profile against the sunset was a painful reminder of what he had lost. Taehyung hated these visits, hated the intrusive reminder of what he had lost.

That day, the alpha feigned sleep. He lay motionless under a tree, watching through narrowed eyelashes as the boy, Jungkook, crept closer, holding his breath. The omega stopped two steps away. Taehyung felt his gaze on him, searching, full of unchildlike curiosity and something else the alpha didn't want to acknowledge.

Jungkook crouched down. He stared for a long moment, as if reading the history of Taehyung's pain in the scars on his face. Then, cautiously, as if afraid to disturb a mirage, he extended his hand. His fingers trembled in the air, aiming not for his shoulder or arm, but straight for the alpha's cheek, for the old claw mark where other lips had once so tenderly touched.

The wind died down. The world froze in anticipation of this touch, which was about to shatter five years of isolation, to burn away the dam of melancholy. And before his fingers touched skin, Taehyung's low voice, hoarse from the long silence, pierced the tense silence.

• Are you seeking your own doom, boy?