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Moscow Capital of Russia At 5:30 am

The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint glow of the city lights outside casting eerie shadows across the walls. a person lay in a king-sized bed, His dark, tousled hair framed a face that seemed sculpted with precision, each angle and contour a testament to his unique beauty. His eyes, deep and expressive, were the color of the night sky, filled with a mix of intensity and vulnerability. They held a glimmer of the pain and wisdom that beyond his age.

His skin was smooth, with a faint hint of warmth that contrasted with the pallor of recent distress. High cheekbones and a strong jawline gave him an air of quiet strength, while his lips, full and often pressed into a thoughtful line, added a touch of softness to his otherwise fierce demeanor. His frame was lean and athletic, honed by years of discipline, yet there was an almost fragile grace to the way he moved, as if he were constantly being haunting by his nightmares

The Sheets tangled around his legs. His breathing was fast, ragged, and sweat glistened on his forehead, trickling down to his temples. The nightmares held him in a relentless grip, dragging him through a labyrinth of pain, anger, and betrayal.

Suddenly, he jerked awake with a sharp gasp, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He clutched his head, the remnants of his dreams swirling chaotically in his mind. Tears streamed down his face, a torrent of emotion he couldn't control. The voices in his head were a cacophony, each one a reminder of the suffering he had endured. His hands moved instinctively to his ears, pressing hard to drown out the ghostly echoes.

In the dim light, his eyes fell on a small, peaceful figure beside him. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the small figure nestled beside him. His mind struggled to reconcile the overwhelming reality with the memories that had haunted him for so long. His son, alive and breathing softly in his sleep, seemed like a fragile dream he feared would shatter with the slightest touch.

His hand hovered above the boy's form, trembling with a mixture of fear and wonder. Could this truly be real? The weight of his son's tiny body, the warmth radiating from his small frame, felt both surreal and grounding. Jungkook's vision blurred with fresh tears, a choked sob escaping his lips as he gently brushed a lock of hair from the child's forehead.

In his sleep, Jungkook's son murmured softly, his words a jumble of incomprehensible sounds and gentle coos. His tiny hands moved restlessly, as if reaching out for something only he could see in his dreams. The corners of his mouth twitched into a fleeting smile, a reflection of the joy that seemed to fill his slumbering world.

Gukk

Hmm(stir in his sleep)

His small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that seemed to synchronize with Jungkook's own racing heart. Every detail of his son was achingly familiar—the delicate curve of his cheek, the softness of his hair, the peaceful expression that contrasted starkly with the turmoil in Jungkook's soul.every detail was so familiar exactly like that person...

Jungkook's fingers traced the contours of his son's face, each touch a desperate confirmation that this was no cruel trick of the mind. The flood of emotions was almost too much to bear: the joy of reunion, the sorrow of remembered loss, and the fierce protective love that surged through him. His son was here, alive, a beacon of light in the darkness of his tortured life

He gathered the boy into his arms, holding him close, feeling the steady beat of his small heart against his own. The tears continued to fall, soaking into his son's hair, but they were tears of resolution as much as sorrow....

As Jungkook cradled his son in his arms, the small boy's gentle breaths a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He walked to the window, his gaze drifting over the cityscape bathed in the soft glow of dawn. The early morning light painted the room in delicate hues, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and yawn with the awakening day.

For a few moments, Jungkook simply stood there, absorbing the reality of his son's presence. The confusion and disbelief slowly ebbed away, replaced by a fierce clarity. He wiped the lingering tears from his cheeks, the wetness a testament to the emotional storm he had weathered.

With a deep breath, Jungkook shifted his son slightly in his arms and reached for his phone on the nightstand. The familiar device felt alien in his hand, a relic of a world that now seemed distant and fragmented. As he unlocked the screen, the date and time confirmed what his heart had already begun to suspect: he was back in the past.

His fingers trembled as he scrolled through messages and notifications that felt oddly out of place, like echoes from a life that no longer belonged to him. He glanced down at his son, still peacefully asleep.

What had happened? How had he come to be here, with a chance to rewrite his tragic story? Questions swirled in his mind, each one more bewildering than the last. He tried to piece together the fragments of his memory, the haunting nightmares, and the sudden, miraculous return to this moment in time

Jungkook took another steadying breath, his resolve hardening. There would be time to seek answers, but for now, the most important thing was the precious life in his arms. He held his son closer and closer his eyes then open it and look at his surrounding...

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the room with a warm, golden light, Jungkook felt a spark of hope ignite within him. This was a second chance—a rare, precious gift. And he would not squander it.

He has to plan the steps he needed to take, each thought a vow to safeguard his son's future from the shadows of the past.never let those thing in past happen again, even if mean that he will never meet those peoples again..

Jungkook gently placed his son back onto the bed, making sure the blankets were tucked snugly around him. The boy stirred slightly but settled quickly, his breathing even and peaceful. Jungkook lingered for a moment, his heart swelling with a mix of love and resolve, before he turned and headed towards the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room as he stepped into the shower, the warm cascade washing away the remnants of sweat and tension from his body. He let the water flow over him, closing his eyes and allowing himself a brief moment of calm amidst the swirling confusion. The steam enveloped him, offering a temporary escape from the myriad thoughts and emotions.

After a few minutes, he shut off the water and reached for a towel. As he dried himself, he caught sight of his reflection in the fogged mirror. He stared at his face, noting the traces of exhaustion etched around his eyes and the faint lines of stress that had settled into his features. His gaze then traveled to the back of his neck, where a tattoo stood out against his skin—a tattoo of a wolf that signified owner of this body..This mark was a constant reminder that, no matter how many times he escaped, he was forever bound to him

Jungkook closed his eyes, the weight of that realization pressing heavily on him. Memories surged forth—his worst fears, the suffocating sense of entrapment, and the oppressive presence that had claimed him. Yet, mingled with these dark recollections was the memory of the safest place in the world, a sanctuary where he had once found fleeting moments of peace.

In the darkness of his mind, he recalled those piercing eyes—eyes that had always watched him with a mixture of possessiveness and protection. The duality of those eyes haunted him; they were both his greatest fear and his deepest comfort. The mere thought of them sent a shiver down his spine, embodying both his deepest dread and an unsettling comfort.The person behind them was a figure of immense power and influence, someone who had marked Jungkook not just physically but emotionally as well.

Those eyes emerged with haunting clarity. Those almond-shaped eyes were a striking shade of gold, glowing with an eerie luminescence that seemed to pierce through Jungkook's very soul. They were not merely eyes; they were the embodiment of power and mystery, always watching, always knowing.

Jungkook remembered how those eyes had once made him feel a mix of fear and fascination. Those gaze held an intensity that could both comfort and terrify, a duality that left Jungkook perpetually on edge. The eyes were a reminder of the bond that tied him to mate, a bond marked by the tattoo on his neck—a constant symbol of his claimed body and spirit.

Standing there, the steam from the shower slowly dissipating, Jungkook felt a tumult of emotions. The tattoo was a symbol of his captivity, a declaration that his body was no longer his own. It was a cruel reminder of the futility of his attempts to escape. The powerful being who had marked him still loomed over his life, casting a long, unyielding shadow.

As he stared at the tattoo reflection in the mirror, the memory of those eyes brought a shiver down his spine. He could almost feel his presence, the weight of his gaze lingering even in his absence. The eyes had seen him at his most vulnerable, had witnessed his every struggle and triumph. They were eyes that promised protection but also control, a paradox that Jungkook could never fully escape

With a deep breath, Jungkook turned away from the mirror. The resolve in his heart solidified into unbreakable determination. No matter the cost, he would face him rather than running away this time. He would carve out a path of happiness and make sure his son will grow under his both parents care, ensuring that this second chance would not be in vain

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