Birth of Destiny

In a secluded kingdom veiled by mystery and ancient magic, two destinies intertwined on fateful days that would reverberate through history. The air was thick with anticipation as the Moon Goddess celebrated her birthday on December 31, a night of luminescent beauty when stars shimmered like diamonds scattered across velvet skies. It was in this sacred moment that Taehyung, the omega, was born, embodying not just beauty but a burden — the first prince in a lineage rich in supernatural might, yet devoid of any powers himself.

Two years later, on the morning of September 1, when the world breathed a sigh of relief after the Great War between vampires and wolves, Jungkook was welcomed into the world. The sky blazed with brilliant sunlight, as if rejoicing at the end of conflict. He was the alpha, brimming with untamed power that seemed to crackle in the surrounding air, as if nature itself bowed to his strength. Yet even as an infant, he felt the weight of expectation, the whispers of destiny lingering with every curious glance.

Their early years were a dance of laughter and innocence, the two boys spending endless summer days chasing butterflies and crafting secret worlds in the thick brush of their kingdom’s gardens. They shared everything — dreams, fears, and the unspoken bond that tethered their souls together. In the eyes of others, Taehyung was often regarded as the “cursed omega,” but Jungkook saw the beautiful spirit hidden beneath the fragility. He was the only one brave enough to meet Taehyung’s gaze, finding solace in the depths of those warm brown eyes that held so much wisdom and sadness for someone so young.

“Why do they call you cursed?” Jungkook asked one day, his small hands weaving a daisy chain, glancing up at his cousin who sat beside him on the lush grass.

Taehyung gave a small smile, bright yet melancholic. “Because I am different. Omegas are usually born with powers. I am… just me.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in defiance. “You’re special, Taehyung. You have a beauty that outshines even the most powerful.”

As they grew older, their bond deepened, a secret shared between only them. Jungkook protected Taehyung from the stares and whispers of the court, wrapping him in warmth when the coldness of their world threatened to seep into his heart. Taehyung, in turn, grounded Jungkook, pulling him back from the wildness that surged within him. It was a perfect balance, two halves of a whole. But the winds of fate were changing, and shadows loomed on the horizon.

Rumors skittered through the kingdom like autumn leaves in a storm—whispers of dark forces seeking Taehyung's blood. It was said that the blood of a cursed omega could grant immense power and eternal life, drawing the eyes of vampires hungry for dominance. Fearing for Taehyung’s safety, the royal council convened in secret, and soon the decision was made: the omega’s family would retreat into the unknown.

One early morning, under a sky smeared with pastels, Taehyung's family gathered to leave the only home he had ever known. The echoes of farewell rang hollow in Jungkook's heart as he stood on the edge of their kingdom, eyes wide and brimming with disbelief.

“Taehyung!” he shouted, his young voice cracking. He ran towards the carriage, his heart racing. “You can't leave me! We’ll find a way to be together!”

Taehyung looked back, his face a mask of sorrow, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I have to keep you safe, Kookie. You must understand. It’s for your own good.”

“But you’re my best friend! We promised we’d always be together!” Jungkook exclaimed, desperation creeping into his words.

“Promise me,” Taehyung whispered, his voice trembling, “that you won’t forget me. No matter what happens.”

“I could never forget you!” Jungkook vowed fiercely, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger.

The familial carriage rolled away, each moment stretching painfully as distance grew between them. The world around Jungkook seemed to dim; the laughter of children faded, and sunlight turned to shadow. It was the beginning of a metamorphosis. A shift within him solidified as the once-innocent boy began to build walls around his heart, encasing himself in darkness and coldness, ready to fight against the chaos threatening to unravel everything.

Meanwhile, Taehyung, hidden away in the uncharted realm, blossomed into the beauty his kingdom feared would be lost. Yet loneliness clawed at his heart, and the absence of Jungkook left a gaping void. As the years wore on, their destinies would continue to unravel, threads pulled taut by an invisible hand, drawing them further apart while binding them together in a tapestry of love, longing, and sacrifice.

The grand dining hall of the Ethiopia kingdom was a testament to power and nobility, filled with gilded walls and flickering candlelight. The long, polished table, adorned with plates of feasts fit for kings, was quiet except for the clinking of cutlery — that is until Jungkook's mother decided to break the tense silence.

“Good evening, everyone,” she said brightly, her smile infectious but her eyes flickering with unease. “I have great news!”

Jungkook barely registered her words, his plate untouched since dinner had been served. The boy felt like a ghost, trapped in a world where he was expected to play a part he no longer wanted. Plagued by thoughts of Taehyung, he found it hard to focus on anything but the growing darkness within him.

“What’s your great news, my dear?” King Jeon asked, his voice deep and commanding. The room shifted its attention to his wife, curious about what could bring joy to their otherwise muted dinner.

“I’ve finally convinced the Kim family that Prince Taehyung must come and visit us!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm ringing against the walls of the grand hall.

Lira, Aunt to Jungkook and a skeptic by nature, gasped, “You mean the prince from the Heart’s Kingdom? But… I thought he was dead. How on Earth did you manage to contact them? They have been silent for years!”

Jungkook wanted to slip under the table, away from this conversation. The very mention of Taehyung's name caused a twisting sensation in his gut.

“As it turns out,” Jungkook's mother replied, her voice softer now but edged with sadness, “I had a dream last night in which Queen Raphael told me they would come to visit us next week.”

Laughter erupted from around the table, echoing off the high ceilings. Jungkook felt his heart sink. A dream? Was that all it took to put hope in their hearts? Lira’s daughter, Lisa, chimed in with a cynical twist to her lips, “And what if this dream is just wishful thinking? You’ve thought of their return many times before, and yet here we are.”

Jungkook’s mother fell silent, hurt etched across her face. King Jeon, noticing her discomfort, cleared his throat. “I think we all need to remember, dear queen, that you are overworked,” he suggested diplomatically, attempting to ease the situation. “You’ve been under tremendous pressure lately.”

With a fierce gaze, Jungkook’s mother shot back, “You may think it’s funny, but it’s not. I’m telling you he’s coming, and I refuse to have my powers disrespected. If Prince Taehyung is not welcomed properly into this kingdom, you all will learn my wrath!”

The tension in the room thickened, an electric buzz of uncertainty as her pointed gaze fell on Jungkook. “And that goes especially for you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his appetite for dinner all but extinguished. “I don’t care what visitor shows up,” he muttered, his tone void of emotion. “But if it’s Taehyung, I don’t want to see him.”

His mother’s expression hardened. “You can’t speak of him like that, Jungkook. He is royalty!”

“Royalty who was taken away from me!” Jungkook shot back, the temperature in the room dropping as anger swirled within him. “You know that if he comes back, something terrible will happen. I can’t undo the future, and I refuse to be a part of it!”

The table fell silent, the remaining servings of food becoming a mere backdrop for the seeping tension. Jungkook's heart raced as he held his mother's stare, a duel of wills steeped in unspoken pain.

Jungkook's mother, unable to contain her fury, stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the marble floor. “If you think I’ll let you treat him like an outsider, you’re sorely mistaken!”

With that, she swept from the table, her presence leaving behind a storm of anxiety. The echoes of her anger hung in the air, suffocating and chilling. Jungkook’s heart sank; he felt the weight of the kingdom's expectations heavy upon his shoulders.

Later that night, alone in his chamber, Jungkook sought solace in smoke. He lit a small candle and pulled out a pack of tobacco, a familiar ritual that once calmed him, though it felt hollow now. With each drag, he inhaled the swirling thoughts and emotions, trying to extinguish the wildfire within. Yet that only amplified the darkness.

His reflection in the mirror was a ghost of himself; once vibrant, now dulled by despair. Suddenly, the darkness thickened, swirling around him, and he sensed the shift. His eyes glowed an ominous red, and he braced himself against the wall as a sinister laughter filled the small chamber.

“Ah, Jungkook!” his other self teased, stepping forth from the shadows, grinning wickedly. “The beautiful missing prince returns, does he? How does it feel, my friend? Our family certainly knows how to cheer us up!”

“What do you want?” Jungkook growled, anger lacing his voice. “I’m not in the mood for your games.”

The apparition only laughed louder, relishing in Jungkook’s frustration. “Oh, but you know I’m not going anywhere. We’re one, you and I. And you cannot escape me.”

In a fit of desperation, Jungkook grabbed a knife from the dresser and drove the blade against his neck. “Leave me alone!” he shouted, tears blurring his vision. “Just leave me alone, even for a minute!”

A cold chuckle echoed in the room, chilling him to the bone. “You can’t harm me, Jungkook. I am you, remember?” he taunted, his form flickering like a flame.

Jungkook felt the sting of the blade but was met with a strange sensation that nothing pierced his skin, as if an invisible barrier protected him. Tears streamed down his face, a mixture of agony and anger pouring from his soul.

“Why won’t you just let me be?!” he cried, collapsing against the wall, the knife falling from his hand. “I can’t take this anymore!”

“Ah, but this is the chaos of your heart, Jungkook,” his other self said, his tone turning mocking yet intimate. “How can you ever believe you can run from it? Especially not with Taehyung drawing closer. You’re terrified, aren’t you?”

As darkness swallowed the room, Jungkook cradled his head in his hands, the weight of it all crashing down. “No… I can’t…I don’t want him back. Not like this. I can’t bear to see him suffer because of me.”

“Face the truth, Jungkook,” the shadow said darkly, leaning closer. “You’re lost in your anger and fear. But you know you can’t escape the future. Taehyung is coming, whether you like it or not.”

Jungkook slammed his fist against the floor, desperate for release, for clarity, but the visions of his cursed future only danced mockingly on the edges of his mind. “Get out,” he pleaded weakly. “Just leave me alone.”

But in that moment, he realized he was not simply battling the past but confronting the shadow of what he would become. A tide of emotions washed over him as desperation surged, and he finally let it out — a heart-wrenching, echoing sob that resonated through the emptiness of his chamber.

“What have I become?” he whispered into the stillness, wishing for peace, for the boy who used to find joy in the sun’s warmth beside his beloved cousin. But in this darkness, all he could grasp were the memories, distorted and aching, and the chilling reminder of what loomed near.

As Jungkook stepped into the vibrant courtyard of the Ethiopia kingdom, a strange sensation enveloped him. The storm clouds that had loomed ominously over the realm had vanished, replaced by sunlight streaming through the trees, bathing everything in a warm glow. He took a moment to breathe, feeling the warmth on his skin, a stark contrast to the shadows he had fought.

Without hesitation, he made his way to the royal court, his bare feet silent against the polished marble floors. The door swung open as the guards recognized him, and the murmurs within the court hushed. All faces turned towards him, eyes wide with surprise — not just at Jungkook’s disheveled appearance, but at what he carried in his arms.

The king, seated at the head of the court, furrowed his brow, scanning Jungkook’s face for any sign of recognition or humility. “Where have you been?” he questioned, trying to mask his concern. “And who is this you carry?”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Yoongi, his loyal servant standing off to the side. Communicating through a mere thought, he commanded, Take this body to the physician and ensure he is treated properly.

Yoongi nodded without hesitation, moving swiftly to take Taehyung from Jungkook’s arms.

The court remained silent, eyes darting back and forth between the prince and the unconscious figure. Jungkook cleared his throat, and with a voice roughened by the events of the past days, he stated bitterly, “You don’t need to know where I was. I’m a grown man and can go wherever I please, as long as it doesn't involve killing anyone.”

His eyes landed on his mother, cold and distant. “Your dreams have come true. This is Prince Taehyung from the Kingdom of Hearts,” he announced, his words sending ripples of disbelief through the room. “He just fainted.”

“No way…” gasped one council member.

Jungkook’s mother leaped to her feet, her eyes sparkling with hope and disbelief. “You brought him back!” she gasped. But before she could rush over, Jungkook’s voice cut through with firmness.

“I wasn’t the one who saved him; it was my other self.” He didn’t wait for a response, bowing his head slightly before striding out of the room, leaving the court in stunned silence.

“Dismissed,” the king finally commanded after a moment’s pause, trying to regain control of the situation as the members of the court began to murmur amongst themselves about the unexpected arrival of the prince.

As the court filed out, Jungkook's mother rushed to the physician's quarters where Taehyung was being treated. She entered the room and immediately her heart ached at the sight of him — still so beautiful, even in unconsciousness. She brushed a gentle hand over his forehead as she reflected on what had to have happened to him. Why was he alone?

She caressed his head softly and turned to leave, her heart heavy with questions.

The next day dawned bright and warm, a golden sun warming the kingdom as Taehyung began to wake. He stirred, blinking against the brightness. Something tickled his legs, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the sun’s glare. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he nestled closely to the small bunny he had rescued — his only companion in a world that had become so hostile.

Relief washed over him. “We survived,” he whispered in joy, cradling the bunny and squeezing it tightly, tears of gratitude spilling down his cheeks as he pressed a kiss on its small head.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke his moment of peace. Panic surged through him, and he scrambled to hide on the other end of the bed, praying whoever it was didn’t see him.

“Taehyung?” a gentle voice called from the other side of the door. Jungkook’s mother entered the room, glancing around. She spotted the bunny peeking from behind the bed.

“Taehyung, I know you’re in here!” she teased lovingly, her heart swelling at the thought of him. She told her maids to leave the veil dress on the bed and stepped further into the room.

“Come out now! It’s just me,” she encouraged, her voice inviting Calming.

Tentatively, Taehyung glanced up, his heart pounding. When he saw her, he burst from his hiding place, rushing into her arms. “Aunt Laura!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “I missed you so much!”

Joy filled her as she returned his embrace, holding him tightly. “Oh, Taehyung, I’m so happy you’re safe! But we have much to talk about,” she began, her tone shifting to one of concern. “First, you need to wash up and come to breakfast.”

With a nod, Taehyung separated from her embrace, feeling the warmth of love and comfort enveloping him before he rushed off to shower.

As warm water poured over him, Taehyung’s mind drifted back to the enormous wolf that had saved him. Its gentle nature and protective presence haunted his thoughts. “I need to thank that creature,” he murmured to himself, heart warming at the memory.

Freshly bathed, he clutched his bunny and headed for the breakfast hall. As he entered, all eyes turned towards him and expressions morphed into shock and curiosity.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook’s mother called out, gesturing for him to take a seat next to her. “Come here!”

With a quick bow and a shy smile, Taehyung approached the table, clutching his bunny tightly as he settled into the chair beside the queen.

“Eat, dear,” she encouraged, gesturing for the servants to serve him. The king cleared his throat, eyeing Taehyung warmly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice calm.

Taehyung hesitated, glancing down at his plate. “I’m okay, I suppose…” His voice faltered as the memories surged back, choking back the words that threatened to spill. Tears filled his eyes again.

“It’s okay,” Queen Laura said, leaning in closer. “If you don’t want to share now, you don’t have to.”

Taking a deep breath, he blinked back tears. “My parents… they’re gone,” he managed to whisper, his heart breaking all over again.

“What happened, Taehyung?” the king asked, concern etching his features.

“They were killed…” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “There were these people — they had… red eyes and sharp teeth. And they attacked us on our way here.” His breath hitched as he recalled that night. “It was a blood moon, bright and terrifying. There were five of them, and they were so fast, and they could predict my parents' every move…”

“What did you do?” Jungkook’s mother asked gently, placing a reassuring hand on his back.

“They told me to run.” Taehyung’s tears flowed freely now. “I didn’t want to go, but… they told me I had to promise them to survive, to live through their last breath…”

At this, a hushed silence descended on the room, and Jungkook’s mother enveloped him in a warm embrace, absorbing his sorrow. “You’re safe now, my dear. You’re with family.”

“Wasn’t the vampire clan supposed to be extinct?” Lira, his aunt, remarked, her brows furrowed as she processed Taehyung’s account. “How could they still be alive?”

The others looked among themselves, a palpable sense of foreboding settling in. Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon—a warning of the threats they had yet to face.

And as Taehyung relaxed in the comforting embrace of his aunt, they all felt the heaviness in the air; a darkness loomed just beyond the reach of the cheerful sun. Everyone was present except for Jungkook — the one person who understood the true weight of the storms they were about to face.