🥀67. Survivors? Nope, Victors!

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Jungkook's lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting to the lights of the room. As her vision cleared, the familiar surroundings of their bedroom came into focus and the musky scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Her head felt heavy and her body sluggish, but she could tell she was lying on their bed, wrapped in the comforter.

Her drowsy gaze wandered, and the first thing she saw was Taehyung.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his back straight but tense, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward. His head was bowed slightly, his hands clasped together as if in silent prayer. His tie was undone, and his shirt was rumpled, a stark contrast to his usual meticulous appearance.

Jungkook's heart twisted slightly. The crease in his brow hinted at something deeper.

Concern.

Her heart ached at the sight of him. He looks so worried.

Jungkook's lips parted, but before she could call his name, her gaze flickered to the side. Rosie was murmuring something under her breath, her hands glowing faintly with an ethereal light. Jungkook blinked, her vision sharpening slightly as she noticed the serious expression on Rosie's face.

Beyond Rosie, the rest of the family stood in a semi-circle near the door. Jimin, Yeonjun, and even little Minjun watched anxiously. Jimin clutched a handkerchief, her face pale with concern, while Yeonjun had a protective arm around her shoulders. Minjun, usually so bubbly and mischievous, stood unusually still, his wide eyes fixed on Jungkook.

A soft groan escaped Jungkook's lips as she tried to sit up, drawing everyone's attention in an instant.

"Mrs Kim!" Taehyung was by her side in a heartbeat, his hands gently pressing her back down onto the bed. "Don't move yet," he said, his voice low and soothing but trembling slightly.

Jungkook blinked up at him, her lips parting to speak, but her voice came out hoarse.

"What... what's going on?" Jungkook asked, her voice raspy.

No one spoke immediately and the silence made her heart race. Her gaze darted from one face to another, trying to read the unspoken words. Rosie exchanged a glance with Taehyung but he didn't move, his expression unreadable.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Jungkook asked nervousness creeping into her voice.

"You fainted," Taehyung explained, his hand brushing her hair back from her face. "Do you remember feeling unwell?"

Jungkook frowned, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. There was something about the office... his voice... and then darkness.

"I... I think I felt dizzy," she murmured. Her throat felt dry, her voice almost failing her.

"What... happened?" Jungkook rasped again, her gaze bouncing between Taehyung and Rosie. Rosie hesitated.

"You were poisoned," she said gently, "By the flower—Poison Hue."

"Poison Hue?" Jungkook repeated, her voice soft but strained.

Jungkook looked between Rosie and Taehyung, who stood tense and visibly angry, his jaw clenched. The rest of the family exchanged uneasy glances. Taehyung's piercing gaze shifted to Minjun, Jimin and Yeonjun. 

"Take Minjun to his room," he said, directing his words to Yeonjun and Jimin. "He doesn't need to hear this."

Jimin hesitated, her lips parting as though she wanted to argue, but one look at Taehyung's face made her think better of it. She nodded and gently took Minjun's hand, who looked up at her with wide, questioning eyes.

"Is Kookie okay?" Minjun asked softly.

Jungkook forced a small smile despite the heaviness in her chest. "I'm fine, Minjun," she assured him, her voice warm and gentle. "Go. We will play togehter later, Okay?"

Minjun nodded reluctantly, his small shoulders slumping as he let Jimin guide him toward the door. Yeonjun followed, his hand resting protectively on Minjun's head as they left the room.

The door clicked shut, leaving Jungkook, Taehyung, and Rosie in a bubble of tension. The warmth Jungkook tried to project for Minjun vanished as her gaze shifted back to Rosie and her ominous words.

Taehyung turned back to Rosie, his posture rigid and his voice tight. "Now, explain everything. Don't leave anything out."

"Poison Hue," Rosie stepped closer. "It's a rare and dangerous flower. It's beautiful, yes, but it's not a simple plant. "

Rosie's brow furrowed and her hands worked, she murmured some ancient spells. Soon, the image of the Poison Hue flower hovered in the air, its petals shimmering with an eerie glow.

"Have you come into contact with this flower recently?" Rosie asked.

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of the blanket. Slowly, she nodded. "Yes... I did."

"When?"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice was tentative. "It was... a few days ago. In the parking lot of the company I heard a kid crying, and—" She paused, her gaze dropping as she recalled the moment.

Rosie nodded, encouraging her to continue. "And the flower?"

Jungkook bit her lip, "He calmed down and then... he handed me this flower. It looked just like that." She gestured to the glowing image in the air. "He said it was a thank-you gift."

Rosie stepped forward, her expression serious. "This wasn't a coincidence, Jungkook. The Poison Hue is not a flower you stumble upon. It's rare, and it's often used intentionally—as a weapon."

Jungkook's face paled at the revelation, her hands clutching the blanket tighter. "You mean... someone gave it to me on purpose?" Her voice wavered, the realization sinking in.

"Precisely," Rosie said gravely. "Poison Hue is enchanted—it thrives on emotions, especially those shared between two people bound as closely as you and Taehyung."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. "Bound...?" she echoed, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," Rosie confirmed. "Your connection, your closeness, your emotions—everything you share strengthens the flower. But it's parasitic. It doesn't give; it takes. And it seems to have already started feeding on you, Jungkook."

The words hit Jungkook like a blow, her stomach twisting in unease. She glanced at Taehyung, whose expression remained unreadable but seething with anger just below the surface. His eyes met hers, filled with a storm of emotions—anger, fear, and something deeper, something protective.

Rosie stepped forward, her expression grim as she folded her hands in front of her. The room fell silent, save for the faint rustling of leaves from the open window.

"There's a mastermind behind all this. The Poison Hue wasn't chosen randomly; it was a deliberate attack. Ash Jinn. She's the one responsible."

Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Ash Jinn?" she repeated, confusion and dread lacing her voice. "And... she's using me?"

Rosie nodded solemnly. "Yes. The Poison Hue feeds on the emotions between you and Taehyung. The closer you get, the stronger the flower becomes, and the more it drains from you, Jungkook. Eventually, it'll leave you completely depleted, and Taehyung will be left powerless—broken."

Jungkook felt the blood drain from her face. Her gaze darted to Taehyung, who was now glaring at the floor, his jaw tight, his breathing controlled but heavy.

"She's trying to destroy Taehyung by targeting his greatest strength," Rosie said, her voice softening. "You."

The revelation hit Jungkook like a tidal wave. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. "But... I didn't know. I would never want to hurt him."

"I know," Rosie said gently. "That's what makes this plan so insidious. She's exploiting your love for each other. She knew the flower would thrive on that love and, in turn, destroy you both."

"It's a cruel strategy," Rosie continued, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "Because it doesn't just aim to destroy Taehyung through his love for you. It also forces him to make an impossible choice—stay close to you and let the flower grow, or push you away to save you and himself."

Jungkook's gaze shifted back to Taehyung. His dark eyes were locked onto hers now, a mix of fury and protectiveness swirling within them.

"What do we do to stop it?" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Rosie hesitated, her gaze flickering to Jungkook. "Destroying the flower isn't simple," she said carefully. "It's tethered to emotions—yours and Jungkook's. If you sever the connection too suddenly, it could harm her irreparably."

Jungkook's heart sank at the implications. "And if we don't?"

Rosie hesitated again, her silence speaking volumes.

"No," Taehyung said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "I won't let it come to that."

He turned back to Jungkook, his gaze unwavering, filled with a fierce determination that made her breath catch. "I'll protect you," he vowed, his voice low and resolute. "No matter what it takes."

"Mr Kim..." Jungkook whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Rosie cleared her throat, her voice softer this time. "There might be a way," she said. "But it won't be easy, and it will require both of you to work together—completely in sync."

Jungkook wiped at her eyes, swallowing hard as she met Rosie's gaze. "What do we have to do?"

Rosie hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing as she considered the more perilous options.

"There is a magical method to draw the poisoned essence from Jungkook's body," she said slowly, her voice heavy with caution. "But it's incredibly dangerous and requires a deep connection—one that could either save her completely or..." Her words trailed off ominously.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Or what?"

"It could backfire," Rosie admitted, meeting his gaze with a steady resolve. "The spell would involve transferring the Poison Hue's energy into a vessel—another body. Essentially, Jungkook's blood would be purified but someone else would have to absorb the corruption. It's a direct and violent process."

"No," Jungkook said immediately, her voice trembling with defiance. "We're not risking someone else's life for mine."

Rosie shook her head. "That's not what I meant, Jungkook. The only one who can act as the vessel... is Taehyung."

The air seemed to freeze in the room. Jungkook's eyes widened in horror as she whipped her head toward him. "Absolutely not!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "There has to be another way!"

Taehyung, however, remained calm, his dark gaze unwavering as he stared at Rosie. "Explain how it works."

"No! Mr Kim, don't you dare—" Jungkook's protest was cut off by Taehyung gently taking her hands in his.

"Let her speak," he said softly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Rosie sighed, glancing between them before continuing. "The spell requires a blood bond, which you two already share through your emotional and magical connection. Taehyung would need to act as the conduit, drawing the poison out of Jungkook and into himself. His own energy would contain and neutralize it—assuming his strength holds."

"And if it doesn't?" Jungkook demanded, her voice breaking.

Rosie hesitated, then said carefully, "If Taehyung isn't strong enough, the poison could overwhelm him... permanently."

"No!" Jungkook's voice trembled as she yanked her hands away from Taehyung. "I'm not letting you do this. I'd rather—"

"Stop." Taehyung's voice was firm but gentle as he stepped closer to her. "You think I'd ever let you suffer when I can do something about it?"

"Mr Kim..." Her voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm strong, Jungkook," he said, his hands cradling her face as his thumbs wiped away the tears spilling down her cheeks. "Stronger than anyone who's ever underestimated me."

Jungkook shook her head, her hands gripping his shirt tightly. "But what if it hurts you? What if I lose you?"

"You won't," he promised. "I'll endure anything if it means keeping you safe."

Jungkook's heart twisted, awe and fear coursing through her. The intensity of his words, the promise in them, was both comforting and terrifying.

"You can't carry this alone." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I can, and I will," he countered, his grip on her hand tightening. "You're my wife, Jungkook. My responsibility. My everything. If I have to stand between you and Ash Jinn's poison, I'll do it without hesitation."

"But it's not just about me," Jungkook argued, her voice trembling. "If this flower is meant to destroy you, then you're at risk too. We both are. We have to face this together."

Taehyung's eyes softened for the briefest moment, but the determination within them remained unyielding. "We will," he said. "But my first priority is you. Always."

Rosie watched the exchange, her expression somber but resolved. "If you're both certain," she said softly, "we can prepare for the ritual tonight. But you must understand, there's no room for hesitation. The bond must remain strong throughout the process."

Rosie glanced between them, her gaze lingering on Jungkook's trembling form. With a soft sigh, she nodded to herself, stepping back. "I'll give you both a moment," she said quietly, retreating toward the door.

"Let me know when you're ready."

The room grew quieter, except the faint rustle of fabric as Jungkook fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve. Her head was bowed, her lashes heavy with tears that threatened to fall again. Taehyung watched her for a moment, his heart aching at her vulnerability.

"Mrs Kim," he said gently, his voice a soothing balm in the tense atmosphere. He crouched slightly to meet her gaze. "Look at me."

Jungkook shook her head, sniffling softly. "I'm so scared," she murmured, her voice breaking. "What if something happens to you? What if—what if I lose you?"

He reached out, his large hand hovering near her face before brushing a tear from her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"You're not going to lose me," Taehyung said. "Do you trust me?"

Her bottom lip wobbled as Jungkook nodded, still refusing to meet his eyes. "I do. But it's not fair. Why does it have to be you? Why can't we find another way?"

Taehyung chuckled softly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Because I'm the only one stubborn enough to do this right," he teased lightly. "And because there's no one else I'd trust with something this important. It has to be me."

Her brows furrowed and Jungkook finally looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You're always so calm, like nothing ever scares you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not like that. I'm scared of everything—of losing you, of this stupid poison, of everything falling apart."

His lips curved into a soft smile as he reached for her hands, gently enveloping them in his own.

"Mrs Kim," he said, his voice low and comforting. "It's okay to be scared."

Her tears spilled over again and Jungkook tried to pull her hands away to wipe at her face. Taehyung didn't let her, instead leaning closer to press a gentle kiss to her temple. "Stop crying," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You're going to make me think I'm doing a bad job as your husband."

Jungkook sniffled, her pout deepening. "You are doing a bad job," she mumbled, her voice muffled but playful. "You're supposed to make me happy, not scared out of my mind."

He laughed softly, the sound like a low hum of comfort. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his lips brushing against her hairline. "After this is over, I'll spoil you so much you'll forget how to frown."

"Big words, Mr. Kim," Jungkook murmured, her pout shifting into a hesitant smile.

"Big promises, Mrs. Kim," Taehyung countered, his smile mirroring hers. "Now, no more tears, alright? We've got this. I've got this."

Jungkook sighed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "You better not break your promise, Kim Taehyung."

He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. "I won't," he said, his voice steady and full of conviction.

Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, her heart shattering at the determination in his eyes.

Though fear gripped her heart, Jungkook nodded, finally placing her trust in the man who had always been her strongest shield.

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The room was dark, only illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle on the small table in the corner. The air was thick with anticipation, the walls seeming to close in as Jungkook sat on the bed, her hands trembling in her lap. She could feel the situation pressing down on her chest, her heart racing as she tried to calm her breathing. She had never been so scared in her life.

Taehyung stood across the room, his figure outlined by the candlelight. His expression was calm, he had already accepted the gravity of what they were about to do. He had never once wavered, not when Rosie had explained the risks, not when Jungkook had tried to push him away and not when she had begged him not to go through with it.

But Taehyung didn't give in to fear.

It wasn't in his nature. And that, in itself, was what made him even more terrifying to Jungkook now—his determination to protect her, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

Rosie stood by the door and began to prepare the room for the ritual. She muttered a few incantations, setting up a circle of herbs and stones around them, each symbolizing protection, purification, and healing.

The air grew thick with magic, energy swirling around them, vibrating through the floor and up into Jungkook's veins.

Jungkook felt it, too.

The tension in the air, the power running beneath the surface. And though it was meant to heal, it felt like a storm—dangerous, wild and unforgiving.

"Are you ready?" Rosie asked softly, her eyes flicking between them.

Taehyung gave a slight nod. "We're ready," he replied, his voice even and resolute.

Jungkook, however, hesitated. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her sleeve, and she bit her lip as her eyes darted to Taehyung.

How can he look so composed? she thought, her chest tightening.

"Jungkook?" Rosie prompted gently, her tone encouraging but firm.

Jungkook blinked, realizing both Rosie and Taehyung were looking at her. "Y-Yeah," she stammered, forcing herself to meet Rosie's gaze. "I'm ready."

But even as she said it, she felt doubt press against her chest. She glanced at Taehyung again and her eyes spoke her heart's uncertainty. "Are you sure about this?"

His eyes softened just a fraction, enough for her to see the unspoken reassurance there. "Completely."

His gaze was unwavering, but his expression—soft yet resolute—was all she needed to see. Jungkook could feel the pull of their bond, a magnetic force that had been amplified by the Poison Hue, drawing them closer than ever before.

Jungkook's chest tightened, a knot forming in her throat as she blinked back tears. His words were like a balm, soothing her fragile soul, but the fear still clung to her like a second skin. The Poison Hue was a force unlike anything she had ever encountered and the thought of Taehyung absorbing its poison, its corruption, into himself... It made her sick to her stomach.

Rosie stepped back, gesturing toward the center of the circle. "Take your places," she instructed, her voice carrying a commanding edge.

Taehyung moved without hesitation, stepping into the circle with the confidence that infuriated and comforted Jungkook all at once. She followed more hesitantly, her movements uncertain as she stood across from him. She felt like she was walking in a dream, her legs unsteady, her thoughts swimming in a haze.

Everything felt surreal—this wasn't supposed to happen.

They weren't supposed to be here, facing the impossible.

Rosie stepped forward. She held a small vial in her hands, the liquid inside glowing faintly.

"This is the catalyst," she explained. "It will bind your energies, Taehyung. Once you drink it, the ritual will begin. And once it starts, there's no turning back."

Jungkook's eyes widened as she looked at the vial, fear crossing her face. "What does it do?"

"It will strengthen the bond between you and Taehyung," Rosie said. "It's necessary for the transfer of the poison, to ensure that Taehyung is able to absorb the corruption without it overwhelming him. But once it's in his system, it's not something we can control."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. She felt a cold sweat break out along her skin, but she didn't have time to protest. Taehyung was already moving, stepping forward to take the vial from Rosie's outstretched hand. His eyes met hers one last time, reassuring her with a soft look that sent a shiver down her spine.

He uncorked the vial and drank the contents in one swift motion. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat but his face didn't show any sign of pain. Instead, his expression remained as calm as ever, though Jungkook could feel the shift in the air.

The ritual had begun.

The energy in the circle shifted immediately, like a current flowing between them, pulling and pushing in equal measure.

"Hold out your hands," Rosie directed.

Taehyung extended his hands first. Jungkook did the same, her fingers trembling as they hovered over his. The distance between them felt vast despite being mere inches apart.

The room seemed to darken as Rosie chanted softly. The herbs around the circle sparked to life, releasing tendrils of smoke that coiled upward, their earthy scent saturating the air.

As the chant deepened, a faint glow began to emanate from Taehyung and Jungkook's hands. The light was soft at first, then grew brighter, pulsing in rhythm with their synchronized heartbeats.

Jungkook's breath hitched as a strange sensation washed over her—like a thread of warmth pulling her toward Taehyung. She looked up, her eyes locking with his.

The glow intensified, spreading up their arms like liquid light. It wasn't painful, but it was overwhelming—like standing in the eye of a storm. Jungkook's knees wobbled slightly and Taehyung immediately tightened his grip on the connection between them, steadying her without breaking the bond.

The circle of power around them flared as Rosie's chanting reached its peak. A sharp, almost painful energy flooded the room and Jungkook's vision blurred. Her breath came faster, and for a moment, she felt as though she might collapse under the magic that was building between them.

Then, it happened.

A cold sensation swept over her, as if something dark and poisonous was slithering through her veins. The Poison Hue, now fully awakened, lashed out, its energy pushing against the protective shield of magic that Rosie had set in place. Jungkook gasped, her grip on Taehyung's hand tightening as the force within her grew stronger, hotter, more overwhelming.

"Hold on to me," Taehyung said, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of magic. His eyes were fierce, focused entirely on her. "Don't look away."

The pain hit her like a tidal wave. The poison within her writhed, consuming her thoughts, her body. She cried out, but Taehyung was there, pulling her close, his hands steady on her back as he murmured words of comfort.

And then, as though the world had tilted on its axis, the pain shifted, moving from her body to his.

Taehyung winced, his grip tightening on her as he felt the poison begin to seep into him, the corruption leeching away from her skin, from her blood. Jungkook's chest tightened, her breath hitching as she watched the color drain from his face, his eyes darkening with the strain.

Jungkook wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but she couldn't. She could only hold on, her hands clutching him as if her life depended on it.

The ritual reached its peak.

Taehyung's breath quickened, his grip on Jungkook's waist tightening as the poisonous energy flooded his system. His face contorted in pain. His face was now shadowed by the intense strain of bearing the brunt curse. His knees buckled, and before Jungkook could react, he dropped to the floor, his body bowing under the magic coursing through him.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook cried out, her own knees gave way.

The sensation of the poison's force against her body was too overwhelming, pulling her down as if gravity had suddenly doubled its hold. Without hesitation, she followed him to the floor, landing in front him, her breath shallow, heart racing in her chest.

Her hands shook as they reached for him, desperate to provide him with some comfort, though she felt helpless. She could feel the energy moving through her as well, but it wasn't the same. The bond between them, the poison, the connection—they had all converged into this moment.

A moment where she couldn't distinguish where her pain ended and Taehyung's began.

Her wrist that had sword-shaped tattoo, began to throb with an unfamiliar heat. The delicate ink that had been a part of her for so long suddenly felt alive. The sensation spread up her arms, curling around her skin like fire, and as she looked down, the symbols seemed to flicker, glowing faintly in the dim light of the room.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung whispered her name, his voice strained, but steady.

His chest rose and fell erratically, his hand gripping the floor in front of him as he tried to steady himself. His usual strength was faltering, but his will was unwavering. He raised his eyes to her, and though his face was pale, a fierce determination burned in his gaze.

"You're... killing yourself," Jungkook whispered, her voice breaking. She reached for his chest, her fingertips brushing over the place where the sword-shaped mark—one that mirrored her own—lay.

It was glowing now.

Jungkook could see the faint outlines of the sword marks on Taehyung's chest, his skin now alive with the ethereal light, the mark glowing in perfect synchronicity with her own. They were connected now, more than ever before.

But the glow wasn't just beautiful; it was a symbol of their bond, their connection—and the pain it was causing them both.

Taehyung's jaw clenched and he reached for her wrist, his touch soft despite the exhaustion that was beginning to seep into his bones. Jungkook's heart ached. She could see the effort in his eyes, the pain that he was so desperately trying to hide from her. She felt the same pain, the same helplessness in her chest.

She couldn't let him suffer for her. Not like this.

But just as she tried to speak, to beg him to stop, a strange sensation swept over her. Her wrist burned and then, suddenly, the light from the tattoos—hers and his—began to merge.

A deep pulse reverberated from their markings. The room trembled by the force within them had triggered something far beyond what they could understand. Rosie stepped back, her words careful as she muttered an incantation under her breath.

"This is it," Rosie murmured, almost to herself. "The force between them is reaching its zenith. They must hold on... together."

Jungkook could hardly focus on her words. Her vision blurred, the overwhelming intensity of the ritual and the bond between her and Taehyung threatening to overtake her. The burning pain in her wrist intensified, then spread, and for a split second, it felt as though the marks would tear through her very soul.

But then, just as quickly, a surge of power flowed into her. The poison, the curse—it started to retract, its force dissipating as the glow from the markings on their bodies began to stabilize. She could feel the poison being drawn out of her, leaving a cold emptiness behind.

The pain in her body began to subside but it was replaced by something more powerful than magic itself—their bond.

Taehyung's face twisted in agony, but his grip on her hand never wavered. His eyes met hers, filled with a depth of emotion she had never seen before—raw, vulnerable, and fiercely protective. His chest heaved as he fought to stay conscious, his body trembling beneath the strain, but he held on.

Slowly, the poison was being pulled from both of them, drawn into the air like smoke.

And then, with one final surge, it was over.

The glow from their tattoos faded, leaving a calm silence in the room. Jungkook felt herself collapse into Taehyung's arms, her body heavy but finally at peace. His chest rose and fell beneath her, his grip still tight on her hand, but there was no more pain in his expression—only exhaustion.

They both sat there, on the floor, holding onto each other, breathing deeply as the world around them shift back into focus.

The poison was gone and the flower, the Ash Jinn's power, was no longer a threat.

But as Jungkook gazed up at Taehyung, she saw the toll it had taken on him. His face was pale, his chest rising and falling with effort. He had given everything to protect her.

Rosie stepped forward and approached them. The tense atmosphere in the room had shifted, but her eyes were still full of concern. She moved carefully, sensing the fragile state both Taehyung and Jungkook were in. She knelt beside them, her gaze softening as she studied the two of them.

"You did it," she said, her voice a quiet whisper but it held an unmistakable pride. "You two fought through it—together. I wasn't sure you'd make it, but... you proved me wrong."

Taehyung didn't answer immediately. His eyes were closed, his face drawn with exhaustion, but he nodded slightly, acknowledging her words. The effort it had taken to fight the poison was still evident in the way he held Jungkook close, the way his hand still rested on her wrist protectively.

Jungkook's breath was still a little shaky, but she felt a calmness sweeping over her now, the poison draining out of her body. She let out a soft sigh of relief, but her thoughts were still spinning.

The weight of what had just happened, the danger they had been in—it was almost too much to process.

"Where is it now? The poison... what happened to it?" Jungkook's voice wavered slightly as she asked, her eyes darting nervously between Taehyung and Rosie.

Rosie turned to her, her expression thoughtful, and then extended her hand. Her fingers brushed against one of the glowing rocks nearby, still faintly pulsing with fuel. A faint shimmer trailed her touch before her fingers flicked in a swift motion, and suddenly, a dark cube appeared in the air before them.

"Here," Rosie said simply, pointing to the cube.

The object floated ominously, its surface with complex details and a few golden orbs. The black surface absorb all light, thumping faintly like it had a heartbeat of its own. Swirling within the cube were tendrils of golden, writhing and coiling as though still alive, their movement was uneven and threatening.

"What is that?" Jungkook whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes locked onto the sinister object.

"This," Rosie began, "is the Poison Hue, or at least, what's left of it. I've contained it here, trapping it in a spellbound prison. It can no longer harm you—or anyone else because it's neutralized. The energy of the ritual drew it out and dissolved it. What's left is just... exhaustion. For both of you."

Jungkook frowned, her brows furrowing in concern. "But... it was so strong. What if it comes back? What if—"

"It won't," Rosie interrupted softly, her gaze steady as she placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook's knee. "You severed its connection to you. The Ash Jinn's influence is no longer tied to either of your essences."

"Is it really over? Right?" Jungkook asked again, her voice weak but filled with hope and disbelief.

Rosie nodded solemnly, her expression softening as she looked at the two of them. "Yes, it's over. The Ash Jinn's curse is broken. The Poison Hue is no longer feeding on you." She looked at both of them, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, relief flooding through her. But then she glanced at Taehyung, who still hadn't spoken, his breathing shallow but steady.

"And him?" she asked, her voice trembling again. "Will he be okay?"

Rosie's eyes softened as she looked at Taehyung, her respect for his resolve clear in her expression. "He took the brunt of it," she admitted. "But his strength... it's unlike anything I've ever seen. He'll recover, Jungkook. It's just going to take time."

Jungkook bit her lip, her hand instinctively tightening over Taehyung's. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Rosie said, her voice calm but firm. "What you two share—your bond—it's what saved you. It's what made this possible."

Jungkook lowered her gaze to their intertwined hands, her heart squeezing at the sight of his pale knuckles and the faint bruising still lingering on his wrist. "I was so scared," she whispered, her voice cracking as she blinked back tears.

"You both need to rest. The energy it took to break that bond—well, it'll take time to heal." Rosie advised standing up.

Taehyung's hand gently brushed Jungkook's hair away from her face. "Rest sounds good," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though still raspy from the strain.

Jungkook turned her head toward him, her gaze lingering on him with gratitude and concern. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, as though afraid her words would break the fragile peace between them.

He met her gaze, his dark eyes warm, despite the exhaustion etched into his features. "I will be," he replied softly, his hand squeezing hers gently. "As long as you're okay, I'll be fine."

Rosie sensed their need for privacy. "I'll give you two a moment," she said quietly. "But if either of you feel... anything unusual, call for me immediately."

Jungkook nodded and watched as Rosie turned and slowly walked toward the door, giving them space. As the door clicked shut behind her, the room seemed to shrink down to just the two of them, their bond having been tested, but not broken.

Jungkook sat there for a moment longer, her fingers lightly tracing over Taehyung's hand, which still rested weakly in hers. She swallowed hard, brushing away the damp streaks on her cheeks, then finally lifted her gaze to his face. His pale complexion and tired eyes made her chest ache.

"Come on, Mr. Kim," she said softly, forcing a small smile as she shifted closer. "You need to lie down."

Taehyung blinked at her slowly, his lips quirking faintly despite his evident fatigue. "You think I can't manage on my own?" he teased, though the effort in his voice betrayed him.

Jungkook narrowed her eyes playfully. "Oh, I'm sure you could. But let's not pretend you're at full strength after—" Her voice hitched, and she cleared her throat, quickly shaking off the emotion. "After everything."

Without giving him a chance to protest, she slipped her arm under his and gently helped him up. Her small frame compared to his towering height, struggled to support his full weight. Taehyung's body leaned heavily against her, and she felt him take a sharp inhale, his breath shaky as he steadied himself.

"You're heavier than you look," Jungkook muttered with a pout, her tiny hands gripping his arm tighter as she tried to hold him up. Taehyung chuckled at her struggle, his lips curling into a soft smile despite the exhaustion still clinging to him.

"Well, maybe you're just too smol," he teased, his deep voice laced with fun.

Jungkook huffed, glaring up at him with frustration. "Don't start again, Mr Kim. I'm not smol! You're just... too big," she said, her pout deepening.

The wife guided him to the bed, helping him sit down before gently pushing him back against the pillows. He let her fuss over him, though his dark eyes stayed on her the entire time, their intensity softened by the exhaustion carved across his features.

"Don't look at me like that," Jungkook mumbled, her cheeks warming as she reached for a blanket and draped it over him.

"Like what?" he asked, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

"Like you're about to start teasing me when you should be resting," jungkook shot back, smoothing the blanket over his chest with unnecessary accuracy.

Taehyung caught her wrist gently, stopping her movements. His grip was light, but it sent a familiar shiver through her. "I'm looking at you because you're the reason I'm still here," he said softly.

Jungkook's breath caught, her gaze flicking to his. For a moment, she couldn't find the words, her throat tightening. Nevertheless, Jungkook busied herself with tucking the blanket around Taehyung, the tension and her own frayed emotions driving her to fidget. Her hands trembled slightly as she fussed with the edges, trying to level herself.

"Jungkook," Taehyung adjusted himself against the headboard, his movements fluid despite the exhaustion etched on his features.

His dark eyes tracked Jungkook's every fidget. Before Jungkook could react, his hand shot out and grasped her wrist, pulling her forward, catching her completely off guard as she stumbled into him.

Jungkook yelped softly as she found herself suddenly perched on Taehyung's lap, her knees tucked to one side, her body leaning into his chest. Her hands instinctively braced against his shoulders, and she stared at him, wide-eyed.

The sudden closeness was electrifying. Their fronts pressed together and Jungkook could feel the heat of his chest through his shirt and his breathing against her own.

"What are you—" Jungkook started, her voice barely above a whisper, but Taehyung silenced her with the heat in his gaze.

"Stop running from me," he murmured, resonating through her like a storm. His hands found her waist and his touch made her heart race.

"I'm not—"

Taehyung tilted his head, a ghostly smirk playing on his lips as he met her gaze, his dark eyes filled with mischief. "You were overthinking," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, though it carried a note of teasing.

"I wasn't—" Jungkook started to protest, but the words faltered on her tongue when she felt his hand settle on her waist, his touch firm yet gentle.

"You were," he interrupted, his other hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from her face.

Taehyung's thumb stayed against her cheek, the intimate gesture making her breath catch. Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze, focusing instead on the way her fingers curled into his shirt. His thumb stroked slow circles against her waist, the motion was not only calming but also possessive.

"You're still stuck in what happened, still caught up in the fear of losing me."

Jungkook looked away, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. "How could I not be?" she admitted, her voice trembling. "You nearly—"

"I didn't," he interrupted, tilting her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm right here. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you believe that."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a pout as she smacked Taehyung's chest.

"Stop cutting me off, Mr. Kim! I'm trying to talk!"

Taehyung blinked in surprise, his lips twitching as though he were fighting a smile. "Ah, there you are," he teased. "My fierce little wife."

Jungkook's big doe eyes glaring at him, her cheeks puffing slightly in frustration.

"Don't you dare to 'little wife' me. I was trying to say something and you just—just barge in with your dramatic lines like some romance novel hero!"

Taehyung chuckled as he caught her wrist before she could hit him again. "You can't be mad at me for being smart," he teased, his thumb brushing gently over her wrist.

Jungkook's glare didn't waver, though the warmth spreading through her at his touch made it harder to maintain. "Smart?" she repeated incredulously. "You're like a—like a dictator!"

"A dictator?" Taehyung repeated, raising a brow as he leaned closer, his smirk deepening. "Would a dictator let you hit him?"

Jungkook's lips parted to retort, but she froze, realizing he was still holding her wrist, his grip gentle yet firm. Her cheeks flushed as she registered how close they were, his gaze unwavering as it bore into hers.

"I'm fine, Mrs Kim," he continued, his voice dipping lower as his hand on her waist tightened just enough to pull her even closer. "But are you?"

The question sent a shiver down her spine.

"Let me make you forget," he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. "Every fear, every doubt—let me erase them. Right here. Right now."

Her breath hitched and her fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to him as if he were the only thing tethering her to reality.

Her wide, doe-like eyes locked onto his, searching for reassurance and what she found there made her heart stutter—an unyielding intensity mixed with unspoken affection.

Taehyung's hand slid down from her waist to the small of her back, applying the slight pressure as he guided her closer. Slowly, he adjusted his position, leaning forward to press his lips to her temple in a kiss.

The action wasn't hurried or overly passionate; it was intimate, meant to soothe her. Then, his lips moved down to the corner of her jaw while nudging her back gently, encouraging her to relax against the mattress.

His free hand cradled the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he helped her ease into the soft comfortable bed. She felt weightless under his touch, her body responding to the subtle coaxing of his hands.

As Jungkook reclined, her breaths grew shallow, her gaze fixed on Taehyung as he followed her down, never breaking the connection. He shifted his weight carefully, propping himself on his forearm while his other hand remained braced beside her head, ensuring she wasn't overwhelmed by his presence.

The mattress dipped beneath them and the faint rustle of fabric filled the room as he adjusted his legs, his knee brushing lightly against her thigh.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble as he tilted his head to meet her gaze.

Jungkook nodded mutely, unable to trust her voice, her fingers loosening slightly from his shirt only to settle on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palm.

Taehyung smiled, a tender curve of his lips that melted away her remaining tension. With a flick of his wrist, the room darkened.

Darkness enveloped them, broken only by the silver glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Shadows danced across the walls, framing Taehyung's figure like a masterpiece, every hard line of his jaw and the softness in his eyes illuminated by the night's gentle light.

"Mr Kim..." Jungkook's voice trembled, unsure whether it was from anticipation or the remnants of the evening's events.

"Shh," Taehyung murmured, his tone low and soothing, but laced with a heat that made her pulse quicken. "No more talking. Just trust me."

He lowered himself slightly, his lips brushing her forehead first, a feather-light kiss that lingered as if he were silently reassuring her. Then he moved lower, his warm breath grazing her temple, the curve of her cheek, before he pressed another kiss just beside her lips.

Jungkook's hands instinctively found his shoulders, her fingers curling into his shirt. But Taehyung wasn't in any rush; he wanted her to feel every single moment, every single touch.

"You're so tense," he said softly, his lips now tracing the line of her jaw. "Relax for me, Mrs. Kim."

Jungkook tried to respond, but before she could, his mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear. A gasp escaped her lips as his kisses turned firmer, his tongue flicking against her skin before his lips closed over it in a gentle suck.

Her breath hitched and her head tilted slightly, granting him more access. She wasn't even aware she'd done it until she felt his smirk against her skin.

"That's better," he whispered, the sound as soothing as it was intoxicating.

His lips continued their journey, descending to her neck where he placed a series of soft kisses. Each one drawing out the tension from her body as his hands moved to cradle her face.

Jungkook's soft features glowed in the pale moonlight, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as her eyes slipped shut. Her body was a canvas of submission, pliant and trusting beneath his touch. Her lips parted, releasing a soft sigh that only seemed to fuel Taehyung further.

When Taehyung reached the hollow of her throat, his lips paused. His warm hot breath lingered there, against Jungkook's flushed skin, teasing her, before he nipped lightly at her skin. Jungkook gasped softly, her head tilting, granting him more access.

"Mr Kim..." Jungkook whimpered, her voice indicated yearning and surrender.

His only response was a low hum, the vibration reverberating against her skin as his lips turned firmer. He pressed a kiss just above her collarbone, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot before his lips closed over it, sucking slowly. Jungkook's hands resting against his shoulders, tightened their grip on his shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric.

Her body responded without hesitation, arching slightly into him, her breaths growing more ragged as her pulse quickened beneath his touch. The open-mouthed kisses turned into slow sucks that left her skin tingling, each one drew out the tension from her body.

"I'm—" she began, her voice catching, but before she could finish, Taehyung silenced her.

"Shh," he murmured gently, his hands capture her wrists.

He pinned them softly against the bed on either side of her head.

"Don't say anything. Just feel."

Her eyes opened, wide and uncertain, meeting his dark gaze. The intensity in his expression sent a shiver down her spine. Taehyung leaned closer and his body pressed fully against hers, the action made her breath catch and stumble, leaving her gasping softly.

The firm pressure of his chest against hers was overwhelming, his warmth seeping through her clothes and branding her skin.

"Trust me," he whispered, his voice was like a melody, soothing and hypnotic.

And Jungkook did.

Taehyung's lips brushed over the exposed skin of her shoulder. His hands released her wrists, but she didn't move them, leaving them pinned where he had placed them.

Her submission sent a wave of possessiveness through him. His hands roamed her sides, his thumbs traced against her waist. Jungkook's fingers twitched against the sheets, but she kept them where he had left them, surrendering to his control completely.

"Good,"

The praise made her cheeks flush deeper. Taehyung's lips curved into a faint smile against her shoulder as he continued his slow exploration, taking his time to savor every inch of her.

Each kiss, each tender nip, each soothing stroke of his hands strip away every layer of fear and doubt Jungkook had carried. Her body melted into his, her trust in him absolute.

The memories of the poison, the fear of losing Taehyung, the moments of terror that had gripped her heart—all of it faded into nothingness. His touch was the antidote, the cure for every bit of anxiety and doubt that had plagued her.

Taehyung's lips found her throat again, gently sucking at her pulse point, and the sensation felt like a soothing balm to the ache in her heart. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back into the soft pillow as a slow breath escaped her lips.

Everything felt perfect.

No poison.

No curse.

No danger.

Just Taehyung and Jungkook—together.

Taehyung's hands slid gently down her arms, his fingers tracing soft patterns along her skin. The tenderness in his touch melted the tension from her muscles, coaxing her into complete surrender. Her head sank deeper into the pillow, and she let out a quiet breath.

He shifted slightly, his weight resting beside her but never breaking contact. His arm slipped around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were perfectly aligned, fitting together as if they were two halves of the same whole.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered as her gaze lifted to meet his. The way he looked at her—with an intensity that was both fierce and protective—made her heart ache in the best possible way.

They simply held each other, knowing that the battle they had fought was only one of many—but together, they were stronger than any force that could come for them.

They weren't just survivors of their battles; they were victors.

Fortified by a love that made them stronger than any curse or danger that could come their way.

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