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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 — Cracks in the Mirror

Taehyung

The rain tapped gently against the glass of the penthouse windows, a rhythm too soft to reach his heart. Kim Taehyung sat on the edge of a leather armchair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a blade resting loosely between his fingers. Not a weapon tonight—just a distraction.

There were no enemies in his sight, no blood on his suit, no threats left to silence.

And yet, unease crept in.

His eyes wandered to the far corner of the room, where a dusty piano sat untouched.

He remembered music. He remembered light. He remembered… laughter.

But he had buried all that. He had to. Weakness got you killed.

Still…

The name Jeon stirred something inside him. Distant. Fragile.

He ran a finger along the knife's edge, not hard enough to bleed, just enough to feel something. Anything.

"Why are you shaking?" he asked himself quietly.

No answer came.

Jungkook

The storm hadn't let up all night. The roof leaked in three places. Jungkook had set out bowls to catch the steady drops, but he didn't have enough.

He curled under a threadbare blanket, shivering, hands trembling as he held a half-eaten packet of instant noodles. No hot water. No electricity.

Just cold.

He closed his eyes and thought of soft things. Of safe places.

Of someone tall and warm, with deep eyes and strong arms. Someone who wouldn't let the world hurt him anymore.

He didn't know who this imaginary savior was.

But he wanted to believe they existed.

"Please," he whispered into the darkness. "Don't forget me."

Taehyung

He stood abruptly. Something was wrong. He could feel it like static in his bones.

A pull.

A tug.

Not physical, not logical—but real.

He didn't believe in fate. But tonight, the shadows whispered something different.

And for the first time in years…

Kim Taehyung followed the sound of a heart he didn't yet know.

To a place he never planned to go.

Jungkook

He didn't know why, but he dreamt of wolves.

Eyes like obsidian.

And a voice—low, terrifying, yet somehow… warm.

"Soon," it said.

He shivered in his sleep, clutching the blanket tighter, unaware that a storm far greater than the one outside was coming for him.

And its name…

Was Kim Taehyung.

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