Lost time
JK rents a shitty apartment—just four walls, a bed, and a broken light. He throws himself onto the mattress, his muscles screaming from exhaustion. But sleep won’t come. Not when everything is still wrong.
(His mind drifts—back to Tae. Their nights. The warmth. The teasing.)
JK, half-asleep, shifts under the covers. Tae’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
🗨 *murmuring* You move too much, baby😪
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
🗨 *grinning, eyes still closed* Or maybe you don’t move enough, old man 😴
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
🗨 *pinches jungkook nipple* Watch your mouth, brat
JK just laughs, rolling over to nuzzle into Tae’s chest. It smells like home. Like love. He kisses Tae’s collarbone, his lips tracing the familiar skin
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
🗨 *whispers* I’ll love you forever, you know that?
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
🗨 *softly smiling* And I’ll find you in every lifetime
JK, half-asleep, shifts under the covers. Tae’s arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer
Jeon Jungkook
JK’s eyes snap open. His breath shaky. The memory feels too fucking real. Tae said those words. Tae fucking promised. But now? Tae is gone
Jeon Jungkook
🗨 *whispering* Then why can’t I find you, Tae?🥺😭
The morning sun creeps in, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. But for Jungkook, there’s no warmth in it. Just another fucking day—another empty morning without Tae
He throws on a jacket, barely bothering to fix his disheveled hair. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he’s already moving, searching. The same streets, the same places. But nothing. No Tae. No Gukk. No fucking trace of the life he once had
Jeon Jungkook
*thinking* If I came back three years… Gukk should be here now. He should be running into my arms, calling me papa. But instead, our home is gone, and Tae—fuck, where are you?
His fingers twitch at his sides, fists clenching as reality sets in. His past was wiped clean. No one here remembers him. Not even the people he once knew.
Jeon Jungkook
🗨 *muttering to himself* What the hell is going on?
A whole week passes. Seven fucking days. Seven nights of chasing ghosts. Seven nights of returning home late, exhausted, only to wake up and do it all over again. Tae is nowhere.
The message from that night never came again. And the people who once knew him? They look at him like a stranger
It’s like he doesn’t belong here. Like this isn’t even his world anymore
Sunday. The week ends, and so does JK’s strength. His body is screaming, muscles sore from walking endlessly, but his mind won’t let him stop. Not yet. Not when everything is still a fucking mystery.
The sky is heavy with dark clouds, the air thick with the scent of rain. He exhales, sinking onto a park bench, his fingers running through his hair.
Jeon Jungkook
💭 *thinking* This park…
His heart clenches as memories hit him. Hard. The past sneaks in like a ghost, wrapping around his mind, forcing him to relive what was once real.
Jeon Jungkook
JK sits on the park bench, exhausted. His eyes stare blankly at the sky, heavy clouds closing in like his thoughts. A whole week—nothing. Tae is gone. Their house? Gone. His past? Erased. A cruel joke of fate.)
Jeon Jungkook
💭 *thinking* Three years… just three fucking years, and everything’s changed. No Tae. No Gukk. No life. What the hell happened
His fingers tighten on his knees. The memory of their home, their nights together, Gukk’s laughter—it's all slipping through his hands. He came back to fix things, but the world won’t even let him find the pieces.
22-year-old Jungkook stumbles onto the pavement, his cheek burning from the slap. Laughter echoes around him—his seniors from the neighborhood, pushing him around like a fucking toy.
🗨 Bully 1: What’s wrong, kid? Can’t fight back?
🗨 Bully 2 *grinning*: Look at him. Such a weak little thing
JK clenches his fists, but he’s outnumbered. He was never the tough one, never the one who knew how to throw a punch. He bites his lip, trying to keep his pride intact, when suddenly—
？？？
🗨 *calm but firm* That’s enough
The air shifts. The bullies pause. A figure steps forward—tall, broad shoulders, confident as hell. His voice isn’t loud, but it carries power. Jungkook looks up, breath hitching as he meets a pair of deep brown eyes.
He doesn’t throw punches. He doesn’t yell. But the way he stares makes the bullies hesitate.
🗨 Bully 1 *grumbling* Tch. Whatever.
They leave, and Jungkook is left kneeling on the ground, bruised but still breathing. The person doesn’t say anything at first—just reaches out a hand.
？？？
🗨 *smirking* Need a hand, pretty boy?😏
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
🗨 *muttering* I’m not pretty 😖😣🤕
Jungkook, despite himself, flushes
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
🗨 *grinning* Sure you aren’t, baby😉
And just like that, the first thread of their connection was sewn
JK blinks, the memory crashing over him like a tidal wave. He grips the bench, heart pounding. His head tilts up to the cloudy sky, his throat tight
Jeon Jungkook
💭 *thinking* This is where it started. This fucking park. The first time I saw him. And now I’m sitting here, chasing a ghost😞
His chest aches. The weight of three missing years pressing down on him. He remembers. He fucking remembers Tae. Their love. Their life. But Tae? Tae doesn’t even exist here. And that fact makes him want to scream.
Jeon Jungkook
🗨 *softly, voice shaking* Where did you go, baby?😓
The wind howls, almost like it’s mocking him. The sky rumbles. A storm is coming.
at that time someone place a hand on his shoulder from behind
Jeon Jungkook
*look back* 😮
Jeon Jungkook
Age (before death): 28
Occupation: Investigative Reporter (tae didn't know)
Current age (after rebirth): 25 (since he came back 3 years before)
Occupation: Nothing. He has no identity. No records. No proof he exists.
But doing low-profile jobs just to get by while secretly trying to find Taehyung
Personality: Determined, protective, and deeply in love with Taehyung. He’s always been stubborn—once he sets his heart on something, there’s no turning back.
But now stuck between past and present. Jungkook remembers every second of the life he lived with Taehyung, but no one else does. Not even Taehyung. Every street, every building, every person is the same—yet they don’t recognize him. He’s a ghost in his own life.
Has secret ??? Maybe or maybe not
Kim Taehyung
Age (before Jungkook’s death): 32
Occupation: Psychologist & Criminal Profiler
Specialty: Helping the police with complex criminal cases, especially those involving missing people, serial crimes, and psychological manipulation.
Personality: Mysterious, intense, and deeply affectionate when he lets his guard down. Taehyung always had a habit of hiding pain behind a smile.
Current age (if he’s still alive in this timeline): 29
Has secret : hmmm? 🤔
maybe 😏 maybe not
Cuz it's only about Jeon/Kim Jungkook and about his husband
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