Two souls. One cursed bond. And the fire that links them begins to burn.
.
.
Jungkook stumbled back, clutching his chest.
The heat was no longer just in the air—it was under his skin, pulsing, alive. He yanked open the neck of his tunic. There, on his collarbone, faint but unmistakable, was the same sigil that burned on Taehyung’s skin.
A flame. And a broken star.
Jungkook
His heart pounded.
“What the hell did you do to me?”
Taehyung didn’t answer right away. His expression—usually unreadable—faltered.
taehyung
“I didn’t do this,” he said.
“The fire chose you.”
Jungkook
Jungkook shook his head.
“No. That mark... it's a death sentence.”
taehyung
“In the wrong hands, yes,” Taehyung said softly.
taehyung
“But in yours—maybe it’s something else.”
Before Jungkook could reply, the flames around them dimmed. A sudden hush fell, sharp and unnatural. Then came the sound of wings.
From the smoke above, a massive black shape descended—a firehawk, its feathers glowing like molten glass. It landed behind Taehyung and bowed its head.
taehyung
“It’s begun,” Taehyung whispered, touching the creature’s beak.
taehyung
“The sigil is waking. That means others will come—those who would kill you just for bearing it.”
Jungkook
“Why me?” Jungkook asked.
Jungkook
“Why now?”
taehyung
“Because,” Taehyung said, stepping closer,
“the prophecy wasn’t just about me. It was about us.”
Jungkook looked down at the mark still glowing faintly on his skin.
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