The being took its first step, the ground beneath it fracturing like brittle glass.

The world itself recoiled from its presence, as though the very laws of existence threatened to unravel.

Each movement was slow, deliberate an unspoken declaration that it had not been freed by chance.

No, it had been called.

The skies, once split with divine light and chaos, now swirled with shadows, the very cosmos bowing in acknowledgment of what had returned.

A chilling wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers of an ancient name one that had been erased from history. A name never meant to be spoken again.

Yet, the cloaked figure did not fear it.

"Your return has been long awaited," he murmured, head bowed in reverence. "They tried to erase you, my Lord. But they failed."

Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then

"Where is he?"

The voice was not a sound, but a force. It carried no rage, no softness only absolute, undeniable command. The figure did not ask who was being spoken of. He already knew.

"Not yet awakened," the cloaked figure replied, lifting his head. "But soon."

A low hum rumbled through the air, ancient power rippling through the ruins like an unseen tidal wave.

The being's form flickered its edges shifting between solid and ethereal, between nightmare and godhood.

"They have kept him from me."

It was not a question.

The stars themselves dimmed. Somewhere far away, the ocean stilled. The world held its breath.

The cloaked figure dared to step closer, his own energy writhing like ink in water, drawn to the abyss standing before him.

"They have tried, my Lord. But destiny does not bend to mortal will. He is already beginning to feel you. The bond was never broken. Only delayed."

At this, the Forsaken One stilled.

The mark had remained.

Even after eons, even after being stripped of power, the connection had not been severed. His claim, his right
had endured.

Something ancient coiled in his chest, something that had once been taken from him.

Something his.

"Jungkook."

The name, spoken with a resonance that defied time itself, sent tremors through the earth.

The ruins, long abandoned, began to shift, as if reality itself sought to undo the chains that had kept him from what was his.

A twisted, knowing smile pulled at the lips of the cloaked figure.

"He is waiting, my Lord," he murmured. "Even if he does not know it yet."

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Far Away..... 🎀

Jungkook Wakes...

The pain ripped through his body like a wildfire.

Jungkook shot up, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as he clutched his chest, fingers digging into his skin as if trying to silence the burning that seared through him.

His vision blurred images flickering like a shattered mirror, flashes of something vast, something wrong and yet, achingly familiar.

Darkness, Wings & A voice calling his name, reaching for him.

His breath came in sharp, uneven pants. His skin was ice, as if something inside him was clawing to be set free.

"What the fuck..." he choked out, his head spinning.

A sharp knock at his door.

"Jungkook?"

Jimin's voice.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, trying to calm the erratic pounding of his heart.

He could feel his pulse racing beneath his skin, could feel the wrongness lingering in the air, but he forced himself to speak.

"Yeah," he rasped. "I'm.....I'm fine."

A pause. Then, softer, "You don't sound fine."

Jungkook exhaled, forcing himself to steady his breathing.

The visions were fading, dissolving like mist, but the feeling remained. A pull. An ache. A whisper at the edges of his mind.

He knew this wasn't the first time he had felt it.

And it wouldn't be the last.

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Meanwhile Taehyung & V

The air was wrong.

Taehyung could feel it, thick and cloying, like the scent of a storm before it hit.

He paced his room, fingers brushing over the mark on his wrist his sun, once warm, now pulsing with something deeper. Something colder.

Something awakening.

Across the city, in the solitude of an abandoned temple, V stood beneath the open sky, watching the heavens shift.

The cracks in the void had not yet sealed. Something ancient bled through them, something their kind had once fought to bury.

Yet, it was no longer sealed.

"Jungkook felt it," Taehyung's voice came through the shadows, as if the distance between them was irrelevant.

V tilted his head, watching the stars flicker above. "Of course he did."

A pause.

"He was always meant to."

For the first time in centuries, neither of them knew what would come next.

But they both knew This was only the beginning.

And the Forsaken One would not stop until Jungkook was his once more.
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