Cursed Reborn
Prologue
The room smelled of medicine, sweat, and the sharp sting of fear.
On the large white bed lay a young male omega, trembling—his skin slick with sweat, his eyes glassy with pain. Jungkook’s breath came in broken gasps, both hands clutching his swollen belly as another contraction tore through him.
nurse
“Push! Jungkook, one more push!”
The doctors leaned forward. The maids held his shoulders as he thrashed, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.
Jungkook
*voice cracked* “I—I can’t—”
nurse
“You can, dear. Just once more!”
The room echoed with his scream.
And then—
A tiny cry.
A sharp, fragile wail that carved through the tension like dawn breaking the longest night.
The doctors worked quickly, washing the tiny newborn, wrapping the small, warm body in soft blankets. The infant boy was then placed beside Jungkook—who finally slipped into unconsciousness, his face pale but peaceful, his hand barely brushing the child’s.
The maids whispered prayers. The doctors exhaled in relief.
A figure walked in… another male omega, but his aura was different—dangerously calm, a strange mixture of submissive grace and dominant intensity that made everyone instinctively step back.
His eyes landed on the fainted Jungkook.
Then on the baby.
Slowly… a smile stretched across his lips.
He walked closer, the room falling into a suffocating silence.
He bent down, brushing a finger along the baby’s soft cheek, his voice a whisper filled with possessiveness, devotion… and something darker.
His gaze slid to Jungkook, unconscious and unaware.
And in that moment, the story of obsession, fate, and twisted love truly began.
prologue-2
Warm sunlight filtered through the pale curtains, filling the room with a soft glow. Jungkook blinked slowly, the haze of exhaustion still clinging to his body. Every breath reminded him of last night—the pain, the fear… and the tiny miracle he brought into the world.
But the first thing he saw wasn’t the ceiling.
Sitting beside him on the bed, relaxed, as if 𝘩𝘦 had been there all night without moving even once. In 𝘩𝘪𝘴 arms, cradled carefully, was their baby boy.
𝘏𝘦 was smiling softly, playing with the baby's tiny fingers, whispering something sweet only the child could hear.
The moment he noticed Jungkook waking up, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 eyes lit up.
unknown
“Oh, darling… you’re awake.”
𝘏𝘪𝘴 voice was warm, syrupy, the kind that sticks to your skin.
unknown
“Look… our baby. Doesn’t he look just like you?”
Jungkook’s gaze trembled. First at 𝘩𝘪𝘮… then at the little life in 𝘩𝘪𝘴 arms.
He lifted his hands, silently asking.
𝘏𝘦 immediately leaned forward and placed the baby into Jungkook’s arms with gentle care—as if handing over something precious… something sacred.
Jungkook felt his heart tighten.
The baby was so small. So fragile. His skin soft like petals, his breath barely a whisper. The fruit of two omegas… something nature had never allowed before. Yet here he was… a miracle wrapped in blankets.
Jungkook
*Tears rolled silently down*
Jungkook
*With shaky hands,lifted his shirt slightly*
The baby, sensing warmth and comfort, latched on weakly.
Jungkook
*held him closer, kissing the top of his tiny head*
Behind him, 𝘩𝘦 moved closer—close enough that Jungkook could feel 𝘩𝘪𝘴 breath against his nape.
A soft kiss landed on Jungkook’s bare shoulder.
unknown
“I love you so much, flower…” *whispered,hand sliding around Jungkook’s waist possessively*
unknown
“You completed our family.”
unknown
"Now you are not an enemy but a mother, A mother, of my child."
His voice was gentle. Too gentle.
The kind of gentle that hides storms underneath.
Jungkook didn’t reply.
He just held the baby tighter, eyes closing as emotions swelled in his chest.
Love. Relief. Fear.
A mixture he couldn’t name.
But one thing was certain—
Their lives would never be the same again.
1
To understand how everything spiraled
how an enemy became a mother…
we must step back.
Back 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 into the past.
Back to the moment Kim Jungkook opened his eyes—
reborn.
A soft breath escaped his lips as he blinked awake.
The first thing he saw was a ceiling.
Not the damp, cracked one of the basement he had rotted in for almost a year.
Not the ceiling he stared at every night, waiting for footsteps… torture… pain.
This ceiling was familiar.
Elegant.
Luxurious.
The golden patterns.
The smooth white paint.
Jungkook
“…my old room?”
*voice trembled*
Jungkook
*sat up too fast, chest heaving*
The mattress beneath him was soft, warm—not the cold cement floor he had grown used to.
Not the blood-stained wooden torture table where he had screamed for mercy.
Jungkook
*hands shook as he looked at them*
No cuts.
No bruises.
No screws in his skin.
No broken nails.
No burns.
Just smooth… unscarred skin.
His legs—fine.
His stomach—uninjured.
His body—whole.
No marks from the torture they had put him through.
Jungkook
“No… This… this isn’t possible…”
Jungkook
*Stumbled out of bed, restless panic boiling in his chest*
He touched the walls, the curtains, the floor—everything.
All real.
All exactly as they were eight years ago.
His gaze snapped toward the desk.
There it was.
His old phone.
His heart hammered violently as he grabbed it and unlocked it with shaking fingers.
2017
8 years ago.
8 years before his death.
8 years before the basement.
8 years before the betrayal.
Eight years before they decided they had had enough of him—
enough of his schemes,
his cruelty,
his attempts to control the Kim family—
and chose to end him for good.
Jungkook stared at the screen, numb.
His voice cracked as he stepped back, almost tripping over the rug.
Jungkook
“This… this has to be a hallucination.”
Jungkook
*pressed a trembling hand to his chest*
Jungkook
“I’m dying… I must be… hallucinating… right?”
Jungkook
*slapped his cheek*
Nothing changed.
So he pinched his arm.
Hard.
He froze, breath trembling.
He wasn’t hallucinating.
He wasn’t dreaming.
He wasn’t dying anymore.
He was back.
Eight years back.
Eight years…
to try again.
Eight years…
before he would become the monster they would torture.
Eight years…
before he would fall into their hands.
Jungkook
*inhaled shakily*
Jungkook
“So…
I really came back in time.”
And destiny quietly shifted its course.
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