Echoes beneath crimson skies
The city’s skyline bled gold as the sun dipped behind glass towers, and the moon—half hidden—waited behind clouds like a secret yet to be told.
Jungkook stood near the rooftop garden of the humanities building, his arms wrapped around himself. The whispers had started again—fragments of voices in the wind, calling him "Your Majesty and traitor in the same breath".
Jeon jungkook
Snap out of it
He murmured, shaking his head.
The air shifted. A presence behind him.
Kim Taehyung
You really shouldn’t be up here alone
Jungkook turned, startled. The taller man walked toward him like a shadow made flesh, his aura dark yet commanding. His gaze burned, sharp as obsidian, like he could see every inch of Jungkook’s soul.
Jeon jungkook
I’m not afraid of heights
Jungkook said defensively
Kim Taehyung
But you should be afraid of me
Taehyung's smile didn’t reach his eyes. Jungkook's breath hitched. He didn’t understand why the man made him feel both small and protected.
In the candlelit studio, Jimin danced alone, shirt clinging to sweat-soaked skin, body moving like a serpent in ritual. His every motion called upon ancient power. He had sensed it earlier today—in the moment Taehyung entered the building.
The blood moon was nearing its cycle. A door creaked open. Yoonji leaned against the frame, arms crossed. Her silver-dyed hair shimmered like mist, and her sharp tongue was already poised.
Min Yoonji
You’re summoning something again. That’s why the air’s heavy
Jimin twirled, stopping inches from her
Min Yoonji
For what? Another past-life romance? You think it’ll go better this time?
Park Jimin
He chuckled. “You're always angry, Yoonji. Why?”
She didn’t answer. Because the real answer was this: she remembered. Not everything. But enough to know she had burned alive because of someone she loved.
Namjoon sat buried behind a mountain of history books, flipping through pages that felt too familiar. The ancient dynasty of "Lunaria"—mythical, fallen, and erased from most records—had been popping up in his dreams too.
Kim Seokjin
You're brooding again
Jin dropped into the seat beside him with a pink smoothie
Kim Namjoon
Not brooding. Thinking
Kim Seokjin
Same thing. Anyway
Jin added, twirling his straw
Kim Seokjin
I dreamed of blood on a feast table again. And a crown. I think I used to cook for kings
Namjoon looked up sharply
Kim Namjoon
I think I served him. The young king. Jungkook
Kim Seokjin
“Damn,” Jin muttered. “We really are cursed.”
Sweat dripped from their temples as fists flew and bones cracked against practice mats. Hoseok blocked Jackson’s punch and countered with a brutal sweep. They crashed to the ground, panting, laughing.
Jackson
“I missed this,” Jackson grinned.
Jung Hoseok
“You missed getting your ass handed to you?”
Jackson
“No,” Jackson said, leaning closer. “I missed the war. The rush. The blood."
His grin was wild. Hoseok’s face darkened.
Jung Hoseok
Don’t joke about blood
A tense pause. Jackson leaned back, serious now
Jackson
You’re dreaming of the past again, aren’t you?
Jung Hoseok
Every time I sleep, I see myself slitting a throat in front of a throne... and laughing
Jackson
Then it’s happening. The blood moon’s waking all of us
Later That Night: The Moon Rises
Jungkook couldn’t sleep. He stood by his window, staring up at the full red moon. The sight of it made his skin crawl. His heart beat faster—like it remembered a rhythm he never learned. Knock. Knock. He opened the door. Taehyung stood there, eyes darker than the sky.
Kim Taehyung
You can’t run from this anymore
He whispered. Jungkook’s lip trembled
Jeon jungkook
What is this?
Taehyung didn’t answer with words. He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. Then he leaned in close, forehead nearly touching Jungkook’s.
Kim Taehyung
In another life
Kim Taehyung
you were mine. And they tore you away. This time, I’ll tear the world apart before I lose you again
Jungkook shivered—not out of fear, but something deeper. Something inevitable.
From the shadows, Jimin and Yoonji watched, unseen.
From the rooftops, Hoseok and Jackson sharpened blades that had once drawn royal blood.
And in the moonlit silence of the library, Joon whispered to Jin
Kim Namjoon
We need to protect him this time. Even from Taehyung… if we have to
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