Moonthreaded: Tale of Blood and Binding

Chapter 1: The Tower That Binds

There were places in the world where time didn’t flow forward.

Where the air stood still like a held breath, and the stars hung overhead not as lights, but as watching eyes. Lunadusk Tower was such a place—an ancient, spiraling monolith of blackstone that curved toward the eternal moon like a finger cursed to reach but never touch.

Inside it lived a man with silver eyes and thread-bound hands.

Kim Taehyung, the last of the Threadweavers.

He sat by the loom in the tower’s heart, surrounded by floating ribbons of glowing fate-thread—thin as silk, alive as veins. They twisted around him like lovers, brushing against his skin, whispering secrets of kings, traitors, and unborn children.

Taehyung rarely left this place. He didn’t need to. People came to him: kings desperate to change their fates, nobles offering gold for love, merchants seeking to erase a loss or bind a rival. He never cared for their reasons. He didn’t work for justice, or good. He worked for curiosity.

And now, someone was coming again—someone he hadn’t seen in this life.

The thread had begun vibrating the moment the hunter crossed the forest’s veil. Not just any hunter.

Him.

Jeon Jungkook’s boots crunched over the frost-glazed earth as he stepped through the gates of Lunadusk, his breath white in the night air.

He was dressed in obsidian leathers, etched with the Order’s insignia: the winged thread severed by a blade. His right hand clutched the hilt of a moonsteel dagger, its runes glowing faintly with anti-magic wards. On his chest, beneath his armor, pulsed a scar in the shape of a thread — invisible to the world, but burning now, like a wound ripped open by memory.

He had been sent here to kill a Threadweaver.

The Order of Saint Harrow had raised him with one purpose: eliminate those who dared twist the fate-thread. Threadweavers were seen as abominations, gods in mortal skin. And Taehyung… was the worst of them all. Ancient. Manipulative. Beautiful in ways that made the world ache.

Jungkook knew all this.

And yet, the moment he stepped inside the tower, something splintered in his mind.

It wasn’t the scent—incense and old parchment—or the shifting architecture of the halls. It was the music. Distant, woven into the stones: a hum of threads tightening, pulling.

And beneath that… a voice.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

Taehyung stood at the top of the spiraling stairs, silver eyes glowing with quiet amusement. His dark robes moved with an unnatural grace, stitched together from shadows and thread. His voice didn’t echo—it wrapped around Jungkook, soft, hypnotic, intimate.

“You’ve grown.”

Jungkook’s grip tightened around the dagger.

“Don’t speak to me like you know me.”

“But I do,” Taehyung replied, descending with slow, graceful steps. “You were mine once. Before they carved me out of your memory.”

Jungkook blinked.

“Lies.”

Taehyung tilted his head.

“No. Not lies. Suppressed truths. They didn’t want you to remember how you chose me.”

Jungkook’s heart pounded. He lifted the dagger. The runes brightened.

“Enough.”

But Taehyung didn’t flinch.

“I wonder,” he murmured, walking past Jungkook, brushing close, “if you remember how it felt the first time we touched. Or how you begged me to thread your heart so we’d never part.”

Jungkook turned sharply.

“What are you talking about?”

Taehyung paused. Then, without a word, he raised his hand.

Thread—pure, glowing red—emerged from his palm, floating toward Jungkook like a summoned memory.

It struck the scar on his chest.

And the pain hit him like fire.

Jungkook staggered, visions ripping through him like blades:

—An orchard under silver moons.

—Taehyung laughing as he chased Jungkook through the trees.

—A kiss stolen in fear.

—Hands clasped over the binding loom.

—Blood.

—Taehyung screaming.

—Jungkook walking away, blade wet, eyes hollow.

He collapsed against the cold wall, gasping.

“No… I don’t… I didn’t…”

Taehyung crouched beside him, gentle. Almost pitying.

“They made you forget. Made you believe you were a weapon. A hunter. But before that, you were my Moonbound.”

“Moonbound?” Jungkook croaked.

Taehyung’s fingers hovered near his face, not touching.

“There’s a curse. When two souls are born under a blood eclipse, they’re fated to find each other. To bind. To love… or destroy. The bond chooses. Not the heart.”

“And which were we?”

Taehyung smiled—tragic, tired.

“Both.”

Jungkook rose shakily to his feet, the dagger forgotten. The pain in his chest pulsed in rhythm with the thread that now hovered between them, glowing brighter by the second.

“You still think I’ll forgive you?” he whispered. “Even if… even if it’s true?”

Taehyung turned away, walking toward the loom at the center of the tower. Its spinning threads slowed as he reached out.

“I don’t want forgiveness,” he said. “I want truth. And you deserve to remember all of it.”

He snapped his fingers.

And the loom screamed.

Jungkook screamed too—because suddenly, he remembered everything.

The Binding Ritual.

His blood on Taehyung’s hands, offered willingly.

The promise: no gods, no fate, only us.

The betrayal: when the Order captured him and showed him the vision of Taehyung’s future — crowned in thread, ruling over a world stitched into obedience.

Jungkook had begged them to erase Taehyung from his memory. And they had. But they’d also twisted the curse, made him into a weapon—his thread rewoven to kill the very man he once bled for.

He stumbled backward.

“They turned me into your executioner.”

“Yes,” Taehyung said, softly.

“And you still brought me back here.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Taehyung turned then, eyes aflame.

“Because I would rather die at your hand than live as a stranger to you.”

A long silence followed. Only the loom spun, whispering.

Jungkook looked at his hands, the blood of the past echoing in his bones. He had come here to kill a Threadweaver.

Instead, he had found the man he once vowed never to leave.

He walked slowly to the loom, stood across from Taehyung. Their threads connected again—silver and red. One heart fractured, the other bleeding.