The Soldier Who Loved Me Twice(Taekook)
Rejection~
Jungkook was a loyal soldier. His whole life changed when he met his destined mate: Kim Taehyung a cold and powerful CEO.
The ballroom was too bright.
The lights sparkled off diamond necklaces and champagne glasses.
Everyone here was rich~ powerful~ and smelled like expensive perfume.
Jungkook felt out of place.
His simple black dress uniform was clean and sharp~ but it wasn’t a designer suit.
He stood straight~ his soldier’s posture making him look taller.
Not from fear of battle~ but from something else.
The word was a warm feeling in his chest.
His inner Alpha had been restless for weeks~ and now it was calm.
It had found its other half.
His eyes scanned the crowd and landed on him.
jeon jungkook
Kim Taehyung.
He was beautiful. Sharp jawline~ soft brown hair~ wearing a velvet suit.
He was surrounded by people laughing at his every word.
He was a CEO~ from one of the biggest companies.
He was also 30 years old.
An age gap that didn’t matter to fate~ but might matter to everyone else.
Jungkook took a deep breath and walked over.
The crowd seemed to part for him.
Taehyung was telling a story~ a lazy smile on his lips.
He turned as Jungkook stopped before him.
The smile faded. His eyes—deep and intelligent—looked Jungkook up and down.
A flicker of something passed in Taehyung’s eyes.
Surprise~?? Recognition~?? Jungkook felt the mate bond pull tight~ a hopeful string connecting his heart to Taehyung’s.
Kim Taehyung
Can I help you~??
Taehyung’s voice was smooth~ but cold.
jeon jungkook
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook began~ his voice steady.
jeon jungkook
My name is Jeon Jungkook. I’m an Alpha with the 707th Special Mission Group.
A few people in the circle sneered quietly. A soldier. How ordinary.
Taehyung’s expression didn’t change.
Jungkook pushed forward~ driven by the bond.
jeon jungkook
I believe… we are connected. By fate.
He didn’t say the word ‘mate’ out loud~ but everyone understood.
Silence fell around them.
A well-dressed older woman stepped closer to Taehyung—his mother~ Madam Choi.
Next to her~ a handsome man with a mean smile watched. Kim Jihun~ Taehyung’s cousin.
Taehyung looked at his mother~ then back at Jungkook.
The coldness in his eyes hardened into ice.
Taehyung said~ his voice was loud enough for others to hear.
A cruel laugh escaped him. It sounded fake.
Kim Taehyung
You think you have something to offer me~?? Look around. I have everything..
The words hit Jungkook like physical blows.
Kim Taehyung
Fate is a funny thing~
Taehyung continued~ taking a sip of his champagne.
Kim Taehyung
But it must have made a mistake. I don’t need a… puppy in a uniform following me around.
Jihun chuckled. Madam Choi looked satisfied.
The warm string in Jungkook’s chest didn’t just loosen. It snapped.
A sharp~ tearing pain made him want to gasp.
He clenched his jaw~ refusing to show it. The bond was broken. Rejected.
He saw it then—a tiny~ fleeting moment of pain in Taehyung’s own eyes.
It was gone in a second~ replaced by empty boredom. Was it real~?? Or was Jungkook imagining it~??
Kim Taehyung
Don’t embarrass yourself further~
Taehyung said~ turning his back.
That was it. No discussion. No second chance.
Jungkook stood there for one more second.
The sounds of the party—the laughter~ the music—muffled~ as if he was underwater.
He looked at Taehyung’s back~ the perfect velvet suit~ and felt a hollow space open up inside him where the bond had been.
He didn’t say another word.
He turned and walked away.
His steps were even~ a soldier’s march. He didn’t look back.
The cool night air hit his face outside.
He kept walking~ block after block~ until the fancy lights were far behind him.
He finally stopped by the Han River.
The city lights reflected on the dark water.
He was a soldier. He had faced enemies and fear.
But nothing had prepared him for this.
The pain wasn’t from a wound. It was from a missing piece of his own soul.
He stared at his reflection in the water.
A young Alpha~ strong~ but now marked by a rejection that would never fully heal..
‘You have nothing to offer me.’
Taehyung’s words played on repeat in his mind.
Jungkook’s hands~ which had held weapons and saved comrades~ curled into fists.
A new feeling began to burn through the hollow pain.
Anger..
Not just at Taehyung~ but at himself. For hoping.
For believing fate was kind.
He whispered to the night.
jeon jungkook
If a soldier is nothing… then I’ll become something.
He didn’t know how. But the vow was made. He would never be this powerless again..
He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his unit.
jeon jungkook
💬 ‘Ready for the next assignment. Send me anywhere.’
He needed to get away. He needed to forget.
But as he walked back to his barracks~ the ghost of the broken bond ached in his chest.
A constant~ silent reminder of the mate who chose the world over him..
Last mission~
Two months had passed since the rejection.
The hollow ache in Jungkook’s chest had not gone away.
It had just turned into a familiar cold~ like a stone he carried with him.
He poured all of that coldness into his work.
Sergeant Jeon was quieter~ sharper~ more ruthless in training.
He volunteered for every hard mission.
He wanted to be far away~
And he wanted to be too tired to dream of velvet suits and cold eyes.
Jimin
Kook~ you need to slow down~
His friend Jimin said one evening.
Jimin was an Omega~ kind and perceptive.
He was the only one who knew about the rejection.
Jimin
You’re running yourself into the ground.
Jungkook said~ cleaning his rifle with methodical precision.
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I’m just doing my job.
Jimin
This isn’t a job~ it’s a punishment~
Jungkook didn’t answer. He just kept cleaning.
He knew Jimin was right~ but it didn’t help.
The bond may have been broken~ but the memory of it was a scar.
Covert insertion into a remote forested region near the border.
Intelligence suggested an enemy weapons depot.
His team was to confirm and mark it for an air strike.
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The weather will be bad~
The briefing officer warned.
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Heavy fog is rolling in. Extraction will be tight. Get in~ get the data~ get out.
Jungkook nodded. The bad weather suited his mood.
He was lying in wet leaves~
The cold seeping through his camouflage gear.
The fog was thick~ a grey blanket that swallowed sound and sight. Everything was quiet. Too quiet..
His team moved like ghosts. They reached the coordinates. The..
A cold trickle of dread~ sharper than the mountain air~ went down Jungkook’s spine. This was wrong.
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It’s a setup~
He hissed into his comms.
jeon jungkook
Fall back. Now!
A single shot rang out~ and the man next to him fell.
Then~ chaos. Muzzle flashes erupted from the trees. Enemy soldiers~ waiting for them. They were surrounded.
Jungkook yelled~ returning fire.
jeon jungkook
Move to extraction point Alpha!
They fought their way back~ a desperate running battle through the fog.
One by one~ his team’s signals went silent on the comms.
Jungkook’s heart hammered against his ribs.
This wasn't just bad intel.
Someone had known they were coming.
He scrambled up a rocky ridge~ seeking higher ground.
He was alone. He could hear the enemy searching for him below in the mist.
He found cover behind a boulder~ breathing heavily.
He needed to call for help.
He reached for his long-range comms unit.
It was dead. Damaged in the firefight.
A different feeling cut through the fear. Betrayal. Someone had sold them out.
He peeked over the boulder~ using his rifle’s scope to scan the tree line below. He needed a path~ any way out.
His scope swept across a figure on a ridge opposite him.
A man~ not in standard enemy camouflage~ but in sleek~ all-black tactical gear.
He was holding a sniper rifle~ calmly scanning~ as if he was hunting.
The fog shifted for just a second.
Jungkook’s blood turned to ice in his veins.
It was a face he’d seen in a glittering ballroom~ wearing a mean smile.
Kim Jihun. Taehyung’s cousin.
Recognition flashed in Jihun’s eyes across the distance. He wasn’t surprised to see Jungkook. He was expecting him.
Jihun smiled—a cruel~ triumphant twist of his lips.
He raised his rifle~ not in a hurry. He knew Jungkook had nowhere to run.
In that final~ frozen second~ pieces crashed together in Jungkook’s mind.
The rejection. The public shame. Jihun’s sneer. This wasn’t a random betrayal. This was cleanup. He was a loose end~ a poor soldier who knew he was the CEO’s fated mate. An embarrassment to be erased.
The bond~ the empty~ broken thing in his chest~ gave one last~ painful throb.
Taehyung. Did he know~?? Did he order this~??
The thought was the most painful wound of all.
Jungkook looked down the scope at the man who was about to kill him. He felt no fear now. Only a deep~ bitter cold.
He saw Jihun’s finger squeeze the trigger.
A flash. A sound that was too loud for the world.
Then~ nothing but the grey fog~ swallowing everything.
eighteen again~
The first thing he felt was pain. A blinding~ searing headache.
The second thing he felt was… softness. A mattress.
The smell of laundry detergent and dust.
The sounds of gunfire and rain were gone.
Instead~ he heard the distant hum of a fan and a radio playing a pop song he hadn’t heard in years.
Jungkook’s eyes flew open.
He was staring at a familiar~ slightly cracked ceiling.
The glow-in-the-dark stars he’d stuck there as a kid were still faintly visible.
He was in his old bedroom. In his parents’ small apartment.
He sat up too fast~ his body feeling strange. Lighter. Softer.
They were thinner~ the calluses from his rifle were gone. No scars on his knuckles.
He stumbled out of bed and into the small bathroom~ flipping on the light.
The face in the mirror made him gasp and stumble back against the door.
It was his face~ but younger.
Round cheeks~ wide~ innocent eyes~ fluffy hair falling into his forehead. He looked… like a kid.
He gripped the edge of the sink~ his knuckles white.
His heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A dream. A coma. This has to be…
He saw the calendar hanging on the wall.
The date was circled in red.
His enlistment interview day.
The day before he’d officially signed up for the military.
Six years. He had gone back six years in time.
The reality of it hit him like a physical blow.
He slid down the bathroom door~ sitting on the cool tile floor~ hugging his knees. He trembled~ not from cold~ but from sheer~ world-breaking shock.
He remembered it all. The gala. Taehyung’s cold voice. The fog. Jihun’s smiling face. The bullet.
He had died. He was sure of it.
And now… he was here. Given a second chance. A terrible~ miraculous second chance.
The hollow ache in his chest was still there.
The ghost of the broken mate bond.
But it was faint now~ like a distant echo~ not the screaming wound it had been.
It was a fresh~ new connection~ waiting to be claimed… or rejected again.
A hot~ furious anger began to burn away the shock. Kim Taehyung. Kim Jihun. Madam Choi. They had taken everything from him. His dignity. His life.
He would not give them a second chance to do it again.
He whispered~ his voice sounding young and strange to his own ears.
jungkook
I will never be that weak again. I will never go to you again.
His plan from his old life—to enlist~ to serve—was now a path to ruin. He knew where it led. To a foggy ridge and a sniper’s bullet.
He stood up~ looking at his young face in the mirror again.
The eyes staring back were different.
They weren’t the eyes of an eager 18-year-old. They were the old~ tired~ hardened eyes of Sergeant Jeon Jungkook.
A soldier who had seen betrayal and death.
He had knowledge. He knew the future.
Tech companies that would explode. Stocks that would soar. Real estate that would become gold. And he knew the enemies hiding in the shadows.
He wouldn’t be a soldier this time.
He would build a fortress.
He would become so powerful~ so untouchable~ that no one could ever look down on him.
And Kim Taehyung… his so-called mate… would become a stranger.
A sharp knock on his bedroom door made him jump.
His mother’s voice called~ warm and concerned.
Mrs jeon
Are you up~?? You’ll be late for your interview! Your future is waiting!
Jungkook took a deep~ steadying breath. He looked at his young hands~ then clenched them into fists.
He said to his reflection~ his new-old voice low and determined.
jungkook
I’ll build it myself.
He opened the bathroom door~ stepping back into the past he was going to rewrite....
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