the moon curse

The fire crackled softly, casting golden light across the chamber. Taehyung sat by the window, staring at the vast kingdom below. The Lunar Wolves ruled these lands with power and blood, their reign undisputed. And now, he was trapped in their den.

The cuffs around his wrists had been removed, but Taehyung knew better than to think he was free. The invisible leash around his throat was Jungkook’s cold presence, always watching, always lingering.

A knock echoed through the room before the doors swung open. Jungkook entered, his black fur-lined cloak draped over his shoulders, his golden eyes sharp. He carried a tray of food, placing it on the table.

“You haven’t eaten.” His tone was neutral, but it was not a question.

Taehyung looked at the food—warm bread, roasted meat, fresh fruits. Luxurious, considering he was a prisoner. “How kind of you, Wolf Prince,” he said, amusement lacing his words.

Jungkook ignored the sarcasm. “Eat.”

Taehyung leaned back, resting his chin on his palm. “And if I don’t?”

Jungkook’s gaze darkened. “Then I will feed you myself.”

The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. He huffed, picking up a piece of bread. “You really are possessive, aren’t you?”

Jungkook watched him carefully. “I take care of what belongs to me.”

Taehyung paused mid-bite. His gaze lifted to meet Jungkook’s. “I don’t belong to you.”

Jungkook smirked, stepping closer. “Not yet.”

Taehyung’s fingers tightened around the bread. The confidence in Jungkook’s voice, the certainty—it unsettled him. Not because he feared it, but because a part of him didn’t completely hate it.

And that was dangerous.

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That night, Taehyung lay awake in bed, staring at the moon outside.

Something about this place, about Jungkook, was pulling him in. He could feel it, like an invisible thread wrapping around his soul. The same feeling from his dreams—the ones where a shadowed figure whispered his name, reaching for him through time.

His eyes fluttered shut.

And then—

A vision.

Blood on the snow. A battlefield soaked in crimson. A voice, deep and broken, calling his name.

"Taehyung."

His eyes snapped open, his breath coming in short gasps.

What was happening to him?

And why did it feel like… this had all happened before?

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The fire had burned low, leaving only embers glowing in the dimly lit chamber. Taehyung sat up in bed, his breath unsteady, his heart racing.

The vision—no, the memory—lingered in his mind like a shadow. Blood. Snow. A voice calling his name, filled with longing and sorrow.

It felt too real.

He ran a hand through his silver-white hair, exhaling shakily. Why was he seeing these things? And why did it feel like the voice in his vision… belonged to Jungkook?

A cold gust of wind brushed against his skin, and Taehyung realized the balcony doors were open. He frowned. He was certain they had been locked.

Slowly, he rose from the bed and padded across the stone floor, stepping onto the balcony. The night air was crisp, the scent of pine and snow filling his lungs.

And then—

“Can’t sleep?”

The deep voice sent a jolt through him.

Taehyung turned his head sharply. Jungkook stood at the edge of the balcony, leaning against the railing. His black cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, his golden eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Taehyung’s fingers curled against the cold stone. “Do you always watch your prisoners at night?”

Jungkook smirked. “Only the interesting ones.”

Taehyung scoffed but said nothing. His gaze drifted back to the moon, a strange weight pressing against his chest.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy—filled with unspoken words, unasked questions.

Then Jungkook spoke.

“You saw something, didn’t you?”

Taehyung stiffened.

He turned to look at Jungkook, but the prince’s expression was unreadable, his eyes piercing.

“You keep staring at the moon like it holds answers,” Jungkook continued, voice quieter now. “Like you remember something you shouldn’t.”

Taehyung’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

How did Jungkook know?

The Wolf Prince took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking. “Tell me.”

Taehyung swallowed. He wasn’t sure why, but his instincts told him not to reveal too much. “It was just a dream,” he lied.

Jungkook’s gaze searched his, as if trying to pull the truth from him. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled.

“You’re a terrible liar, little rabbit.”

Taehyung felt his pulse quicken. “And you’re too nosy, Wolf Prince.”

Jungkook’s smirk faded slightly, his expression turning serious. He reached up, his fingers brushing against Taehyung’s cheek for just a second before he pulled away.

“Be careful, Taehyung,” he murmured. “Dreams have a way of turning into reality in this kingdom.”

With that, he turned and walked back inside, leaving Taehyung alone under the moon’s cold glow.

Taehyung touched his cheek absentmindedly.

He didn’t know what was happening.

But he knew one thing—

The past was trying to find him.

And Jungkook was at the center of it all.

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