||♥️ My FataL Love♥️ ||

🌠 || Embracing || 🌠

(Take a slight glimpse of the previous chapter for me sweetheartz then move
forward 🙌🏻❤️💚)
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🌙☀️Author's POV:-

The storm was still raging outside. Black clouds hung low over the hills, the kind that made the air feel heavy and damp. The sound of rain drumming against the glass was constant, a soft percussion that filled the silence of the early morning.

It was 6AM.

Hoseok stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him, but it didn't wash away the strange ache coiling low in his abdomen.

It was a dull, stubborn pull—not exactly pain, but something deeper, something almost... hollow. As if his body was searching for something unfound. The heated urge inside his lower region was growing.

His fingers pressed lightly against his stomach, trying to will it away. It only pulsed stronger, and with it came a wave of heat beneath his skin.

He hated this feeling. He's bearing with it from weeks, or maybe since he found out that Taehyung was his mate.

He sighed deeply and remembered the moment when he shouted on Taehyung last time at the basketball court. And how he blamed all of the unfortunate & miserable moments of his life on Taehyung.

Even though he knows that, it was not all because of him, Taehyung was just a mere part of his troublesome life. For which, he apologized him several times.

"I can't forgive him that easily....i don't know why......but something-something else inside me feels like stopping me to do it."

He shook off his thoughts.

When he stepped out, droplets slid over pale skin that felt more sensitive than usual, every brush of the towel leaving a ghost of sensation in its wake.

He dressed quickly — the clothes Taehyung had left for him. The shirt was soft, worn-in thin cotton layered fabric, smelling faintly of dark musky and something richer, deeper-cedarwood.

It was a scent that should have calmed him, and it did —but it also set something humming in his chest, a restless, subtle longing that tightened his throat.

The pastel shorts were loose on him but also hugging his curves perfectly, which clearly giving sign that, it's not Taehyung's own.

The shirt slipped down his shoulder despite the buttons, revealing porcelain skin that looked almost luminous under the muted light. His reflection in the mirror startled him for a second— cheeks faintly flushed, lips soft and parted, eyes rimmed with a thin trace of exhaustion that only made them more striking. His omega side was pressing forward, making him look extra pale than usual & softer, more delicate.

He shrugged it off. Whatever!

He didn't want to be in this room any longer.

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The rest of the house was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt too big. As he walked through the wide living space, he found himself noticing details against his will again— the rich, dark wood accents, the minimalist lines, the cool brown of the furniture. It was understated, clean... matching his taste.

The faint pang of hunger made him frown. He didn't even know what he wanted— something spicy? Something sweet? Maybe both.

His cravings had been strange lately, unpredictable. With a low sigh, he made his way toward the kitchen.