Celestial Love : The Seven Bond (Namjin/Yoonminseok/Taekook)
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⚠️ Mature Content Warning ⚠️
This story is intended for mature readers aged 18 and above.
All characters are fictional and based on fantasy mythology.
This is my original story, created solely for entertainment purposes.
I do not ship BTS with other idols or real individuals.
This is not related to their real lives in any way.
Please proceed only if you are comfortable with such content.
Thank you for understanding and supporting creative storytelling.
❝I lost him once. I won't lose him again.❞
• Kim namjoon
• god of nature
• Top
• Has a husband (you will know between the story)
• Friends - Hoseok and Yoongi, Jungkook
• Brother - taehyung
• Has curse, because of the curse he turned into a blue flower.
❝Why does he feel so familiar...?❞
• Kim seokjin
• Human
• Bottom
• Has past life story (you will know between the story)
• Crush on someone (you will know between the story)
• lost his legs in an accident.
• Friends - taehyung, Jungkook.
• Single child
• Parents - mother, father
• childhood friend - leela
❝I only have room for one moon.❞
• Min Yoongi
• God of dark
• Top
• Love - jimin
• Childhood friends - Hoseok, namjoon, taehyung
• Now he hates Hoseok (you will know between the story)
• Because of misunderstanding he and jimin separate now..
❝Did you love me, or was it all a lie?❞
• Now living with taehyung and Jungkook
(you will know between the story)
• Park jimin
• moon god
• Bottom
• Love - Yoongi
• Friends - taehyung, Jungkook
• Respect Hoseok
• He misunderstood sope and get's angry with Yoongi.
• Taekook doesn't know jimin was a moon god.
❝Even gods burn when they love alone.❞
• Jung Hoseok
• God of sun
• Bottom
• has one side love (you will know soon)
• childhood friends - taehyung, namjoon, Yoongi
• He knows jimin is yoongi's love.
❝Who am I? And why does my heart ache?❞
• Now he lives in human world with Jungkook
(you will know why)
• Kim Taehyung
• God of ice
• Top
• Because of some curse he lost his memories fully.
• Friend - Jimin, Jin
• Crush - Jungkook
❝I'll wait forever if I have to.❞
(Lives in human world, vmin living with him)
• Jeon Jungkook
• Bunny human
• Bottom
• No one knows his real personality, even taehyung also.
• Friend - jimin, jin
• love - taehyung
• He know taehyung's past life story but never tell to him.
(A/N: If you want to read this like Wattpad style, i published in Wattpad too. This is available in YouTube too.)
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Chapter 1
Evening settled over the mansion like a quiet sigh.
The sky outside burned in shades of gold and soft amber, the sun slowly sinking behind the distant trees of the private estate.
Through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, warm light spilled into the room, painting the marble floors and expensive furnishings in a fading glow.
The lights inside the room remained off.
In a house where crystal chandeliers and imported décor spoke of unimaginable wealth, darkness felt strangely comforting.
Near the king-sized bed, beside an elegant mahogany study table, sat a young man in a wheelchair who is non other man jin.
He was positioned carefully, as though this had become his daily routine. A leather-bound diary rested on his lap, and his slender fingers moved slowly, deliberately, as he wrote.
The quiet scratching of the pen echoed softly in the vast room.
Despite the luxury surrounding him — the carved furniture, the silk curtains, the priceless paintings — the space felt empty.
The golden light from the window touched his pale skin and traced the delicate sharpness of his features. His expression was calm, but his eyes… they held something heavier.
He paused, reading the words he had just written.
seok jin
'I don’t wish to blame anyone… everything happens according to fate.'
His fingers tightened slightly around the pen.
It wasn’t anger that filled his heart.
A quiet, painful acceptance.
Outside, the world moved freely.
Inside, he remained still.
And in this mansion built on power and prestige, his diary was the only place where he allowed himself to feel.
The road stood quiet under the dim glow of streetlights, shadows stretching across the pavement.
And then—
Its headlights blazed violently in the darkness, far too bright… far too close.
The engine roared as it sped forward, the powerful beams of light swallowing everything in its path. The sound of tires screeching against the road pierced through the silence, sharp and terrifying.
For a split second, time froze.
The world became nothing but blinding white light rushing forward at terrifying speed.
In the room, silence felt heavier than the air itself.
Taehyung lay flat on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The dim light above cast faint shadows across his face, but he didn’t blink. He didn’t move.
Tears slid quietly from the corners of his eyes, trailing down his temples and disappearing into his hair.
He didn’t wipe them away.
He didn’t have the strength to.
Only one sentence kept echoing inside his mind, over and over again—
Taehyung
💭 'It happened because of me… Hyung suffered because of me…'
The guilt wrapped around his chest like chains, tightening with every breath he took.
Footsteps approached the bed slowly, carefully, as if afraid to disturb something fragile. The mattress dipped as someone sat beside him.
Jungkook.
jungkook's warm hand gently rested on his shoulder.
Jungkook
Taetae… *voice was low, trembling slightly*
Jungkook
Why are you still thinking about that? None of this is your fault…
Tae's finally shifted his gaze.
His red, tear-filled eyes met the other man.
But there was no comfort in them.
Taehyung
No... *whispered hoarsely*
Taehyung
Saying that won’t change what happened, Jungkook.
Jungkook’s chest tightened.
All he wanted—more than anything—was to see that boxy smile again. The bright, carefree grin that used to light up every room.
Taehyung kept blaming himself.
And that hurt Jungkook more than anything else.
He slid his hand down, intertwining their fingers gently, holding him as if he might break.
Jungkook
You’re not alone...
Jungkook said softly, even though he knew those words weren’t enough to heal the guilt consuming him.
The room fell silent again.
Except this time, it was filled with shared pain.
Soft sunlight spilled across the vast garden of the mansion, washing everything in a gentle golden glow. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of fresh dew and blooming flowers.
Near the stone pathway stood a single rose bush.
Among the ordinary reds and whites, one flower stood out—
Unique. Untouched. Almost unreal.
Jin sat quietly in his wheelchair, gazing at it.
The morning breeze brushed against his hair, but his eyes remained fixed on that one flower, as if it carried something only he could understand.
Two children running across a wide garden, their laughter echoing in the air.
little girl lily
Jin, stop!
little girl lily
*voice rang out playfully*
little boy jin
Catch me if you can, Lily!
The young boy shouted back, turning with a bright, mischievous smile.
little girl lily
Stop, Jin!
She laughed, chasing after him with tiny, determined steps.
The sunlight back then had been warmer.
His smile had been lighter.
Her laughter had been louder.
The memory lingered for a moment…
And then it faded.
The present returned like a quiet ache.
Footsteps approached from behind.
jin's house maid
Mr. Kim Seokjin... *maid called respectfully*
jin's house maid
*Bowing her head slightly*... Madam is asking for you.
He blinked slowly, the softness in his eyes disappearing behind a calm mask.
seok jin
…Alright... *replied quietly*
The blue rose swayed gently in the wind as he turned his wheelchair away.
Some memories were beautiful.
But they were never meant to stay.
The palace stood beyond the mortal world — suspended in endless night.
Black marble floors reflected the dim glow of floating blue flames. Shadows moved like living things along the towering pillars. The air itself felt heavy… suffocating.
At the center of the vast hall sat the God of Darkness.
His throne was carved from obsidian, sharp edges gleaming under the cold light. He leaned back slightly, one leg crossed over the other, fingers resting lazily against the armrest — yet his eyes were anything but calm.
A guard hurried into the hall and knelt immediately.
yoongi's gaurd
My lord... *spoke carefully, head lowered*
yoongi's gaurd
Information has arrived. The honorable Park Jimin is said to be on Earth.
The temperature in the hall seemed to drop instantly.
His jaw tightened almost invisibly.
Yoongi/dark god
…Where on Earth?... *voice was low*
Controlled. But the darkness around him flickered violently.
yoongi's gaurd
*guard swallowed*.... It has been reported that he is staying at the residence of someone named Jungkook… my God of Darkness.
The flames around the pillars flared.
For a split second, something dangerous flashed in Yoongi’s eyes.
Yoongi/dark god
Anything else?... *asked coldly*
yoongi's gaurd
For now, that is all the information we have obtained… my respected Lord of Darkness.
Yoongi/dark god
*gaze turned distant*... Leave.
yoongi's gaurd
As you command.
The guard bowed and quickly exited
The moment he was alone, the mask on Yoongi’s face slipped.
His fingers curled into a fist.
Yoongi/dark god
💭 'No matter where you are… you are mine, Park Jimin.'
Yoongi/dark god
💭 'Soon… you will be Min Jimin again.'
The doors suddenly opened once more.
The same guard rushed in, visibly nervous.
Yoongi's eyes snapped toward him, irritation flashing clearly.
Yoongi/dark god
What is it now?
yoongi's gaurd
Forgive me for disturbing you again, my lord… but the Sun God has arrived. He says he wishes to see you.
Yoongi/dark god
*let out a slow, annoyed breath*
Yoongi/dark god
…Why is he here? I already told him that day that I have no interest in him.
yoongi's gaurd
He insists he must speak with you.
Yoongi/dark god
…Let him in.
Moments later, warmth entered the dark hall. Unlike the suffocating aura of shadows, the Sun God carried light with him. Golden energy shimmered faintly around his figure as he stepped forward.
Yoongi/dark god
Why are you here?... *tone was sharp*
Yoongi/dark god
I already told you I have no feelings for you, Hoseok.
Hoseok’s expression flickered with something painful — but he quickly masked it with a soft sigh.
Hoseok/sun god
Yoongi… I didn’t come to talk about that. I don’t want to anger you again.
Yoongi/dark god
Then why are you here, Jung Hoseok?
Hoseok stepped closer, his golden aura dimming slightly in the heavy darkness.
Hoseok/sun god
Have you found jimin yet?
Yoongi/dark god
*eyes hardened instantly*
Yoongi/dark god
And why does that concern you?... *voice dropped dangerously low*
Yoongi/dark god
Jimin left because of you.
Hoseok/sun god
*frowned*... Not because of me. He misunderstood the situation and left on his own.
Yoongi/dark god
Don’t pretend innocence.... *snapped*
Yoongi/dark god
*The shadows around his throne twisted violently*
Yoongi/dark god
Don’t think I have time to waste on you. If that’s all you came for, you can leave.
Instead, his expression turned serious.
Hoseok/sun god
There have been reports... *said firmly*
Hoseok/sun god
You’re not performing your duties properly. Humans are suffering. More of them are losing sleep… drowning in stress and darkness.
For the first time, something fragile flickered in his eyes.
Yoongi/dark god
Until I find Jimin...
Yoongi/dark god
*admitted quietly*... I can’t do anything properly.
The confession hung heavy in the air.
Hoseok/sun god
*shoulders softened*… Then let me help you find him.
Yoongi’s gaze snapped back.
Hoseok/sun god
I know you don’t like me... *continued calmly*
Hoseok/sun god
But the well-being of the people comes first. And I haven’t given up on finding my friend either.
Silence stretched between light and darkness.
Yoongi leaned back slowly, eyes unreadable.
Yoongi/dark god
…Do whatever you want.
But even as he said it, the shadows behind him whispered possessively.
Because no matter what—
Park Jimin belonged to him.
The main hall of the mansion was vast and breathtaking.
Towering ceilings stretched high above, crowned by a magnificent crystal chandelier that scattered golden light across the marble floors. Expensive paintings of powerful ancestors lined the walls, their eyes seeming to watch over every movement. A grand staircase curved elegantly toward the upper floors, its polished banister gleaming under the soft glow of afternoon light pouring in through massive windows.
Everything about the space spoke of wealth.
Yet at this moment, the air felt suffocating.
He sat in the center of the hall, his wheelchair facing his mother. The golden light reflected against his calm but stubborn expression.
seok jin
No, Mom... *said firmly*
seok jin
I’m not going anywhere.
His mother stood tall, graceful as always, dressed in elegance that matched the mansion itself. But beneath her composed exterior, fear trembled in her eyes.
jin's mom
You have to go... *replied, her voice sharper than usual*
jin's mom
There is no other option.
seok jin
*shook his head, frustration slowly building in his chest*
seok jin
My friends are here. You and Dad are here. My life is here. How can you expect me to leave everything and go abroad?
jin's mom
*composure cracked*.... It’s because of your friend that you’re in this condition!
jin's mom
*snapped, her voice shaking between anger and worry*
jin's mom
How long do you expect me to stay silent? What if something worse happens to you? What if I lose you completely?
Pain flickered across his face, but he refused to let his voice break.
seok jin
They didn’t do anything to me... *said, more softly now*
seok jin
I’ve told you that so many times. Please… try to understand.
But fear had already clouded her heart. The silence between them stretched painfully beneath the glittering chandelier.
Without another word, he turned his wheelchair sharply and moved away, the sound of the wheels echoing loudly across the polished marble floor.
She watched him go, her eyes lingering on his retreating figure.
For a moment, her strong posture weakened.
Then she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the vast hall—
jin's mom
Whether you like it or not… you are going abroad.
Her fingers curled slightly.
jin's mom
I will not risk losing you again.
Above them, the chandelier continued to sparkle beautifully.
But beneath its glow, the distance between mother and son only grew wider.
The morning sun had risen higher now, casting a gentle glow over the estate. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance, but the world still felt distant to him.
He moved closer to the rose bush.
The blue rose stood there, untouched and rare among the ordinary flowers. Its petals shimmered softly under the sunlight, almost unreal — like it didn’t belong to this world.
He stopped in front of it.
For a long moment, he didn’t speak.
His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Instead, his thoughts echoed silently within him.
seok jin
💭 'No matter how heavy my heart feels… whenever I look at you, it becomes lighter.'
A faint sadness softened his eyes.
seok jin
💭 'She gave you to me… as a memory of our friendship.'
The breeze brushed against the delicate petals, making them tremble gently.
seok jin
💭 'You’re a unique flower… just like she was.'
seok jin
His fingers hovered slightly, as if he wanted to touch it — but he didn’t.
Some things were too precious to disturb.
The blue rose remained still, quietly holding memories that no one else in this mansion knew about.
And for a brief moment…
So did he.
The room had fallen into a heavy silence.
Taehyung sat at the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt unconsciously. His thoughts were still a storm he couldn’t calm.
Jungkook stepped closer, his voice gentler this time.
Jungkook
Taehyung… eat something first.
Jungkook
*sighed softly*... Tomorrow, we’ll go see Jin hyung.
His head snapped up slowly, eyes widening — not with excitement, but with fear.
Chapter 2
The room had fallen into a heavy silence.
Taehyung sat at the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt unconsciously. His thoughts were still a storm he couldn’t calm.
Jungkook stepped closer, his voice gentler this time.
Jungkook
Taehyung… eat something first.
Jungkook
*sighed softly*... Tomorrow, we’ll go see Jin hyung.
His head snapped up slowly, eyes widening — not with excitement, but with fear.
Taehyung
Jin hyung will be angry at me…
Jungkook
*immediately shook his head*
Jungkook
No, Taetae. He’s not angry at you.
Taehyung
*lips trembled slightly*... But… his mother will be, right?
Jungkook
*hesitated for a second*
Jungkook
…Yes. Maybe. But don’t worry. I’ll handle it.
Taehyung pressed his lips together tightly, trying to stop them from trembling. He refused to cry again. He was tired of crying.
Before he could say anything more, the door suddenly opened.
Both of them turned.
Jimin stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
Jimin
Aish… are you still thinking about that, Taehyung?... *sighed dramatically*
Jimin
Jungkook, aren’t you supposed to be comforting him properly?
Jungkook
*rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly*
Jungkook
I’m trying… but he keeps thinking about the same thing.
Jimin walked closer, then leaned toward Jungkook and whispered something into his ear.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock.
He looked at Jimin as if he had just revealed the secret of the universe.
Jungkook
How do you know that if I say that, he’ll stop crying?... *whispered back, surprised*
Jimin
*smiled faintly*... Because he once did that to me.
Jungkook
*blinked*... Yoongi hyung?
The moment that name was spoken, something changed in Jimin’s expression.
His eyes darkened with a memory he clearly didn’t want to revisit.
Jimin
I’m… going to my room... *muttered softly, avoiding their gaze*
And just like that, he left.
Jungkook watched the closed door for a moment. He wanted to ask. He wanted to know what happened between Jimin and Yoongi.
Not when Taehyung needed him.
Jungkook
Don’t cry... *said softly*
Taehyung
i-I’m not crying...
Taehyung replied quickly, forcing his tears back. Jungkook stared at him for a second.
Then, without thinking too much—
Taehyung’s eyes flew open in shock. His heart skipped violently.
Taehyung
W-What?... *stammered*
Taehyung
What did you just say?
Jungkook
*blinked, confused*... I said don’t cry.
Taehyung
No!... *protested, cheeks flushing*
Taehyung
You said I… I… I lo— lo… love…
He couldn’t even finish the word, embarrassment heating his face.
Jungkook’s lips twitched.
Jungkook
I think... *said slowly, teasing glint in his eyes*
Jungkook
you like me. That’s why you heard it that way.
Taehyung
No! Jungkook, don’t change the topic!
But Jungkook had already turned and started walking toward the kitchen, a small smile playing on his lips.
His heart was beating fast.
Taehyung called, quickly getting up and following him.
And for the first time that day…
The air didn’t feel so heavy anymore.
His Soft afternoon light filled Jimin’s room, wrapping it in a calm, almost fragile warmth.
The space was nothing like the cold grandeur of the mansions he once knew. It was cozy. Minimal. Peaceful.
A low wooden bed rested against the wall, dressed in crisp white sheets and layered with soft beige pillows. A light blanket was carelessly draped over the edge, as if someone had woken up but never truly left. Floating wooden shelves held neatly arranged books and a small green plant whose leaves reached toward the sunlight. Near the tall window, sheer white curtains swayed gently, revealing a view of greenery outside. A wooden desk stood nearby with a small lamp, an oval mirror, and a few more potted plants adding life to the room.
But the man sitting by the window was anything but calm.
Jimin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the trees outside. The sunlight touched his face, but it couldn’t warm the storm inside him.
Jimin
💭 I trusted you… I loved you…
His fingers curled slightly against the bedsheet.
Jimin
💭 But you betrayed me, God of Darkness.
He slowly closed his eyes. And the peaceful room dissolved into memory.
Deep blue velvet curtains.
Crystal chandeliers reflecting light across polished marble floors.
The royal bedroom had been suffocatingly luxurious — an ornate gold bed with a tufted blue headboard, golden accents carved into every piece of furniture, a room designed for power and dominance.
That was where it happened.
jimin/moon god
I’ve told you so many times...
jimin/moon god
*snapped, clutching the blanket around himself*
jimin/moon god
always knock before you come in.
Yoongi/dark god
*stood near the door, jaw tight*... Jimin, it’s not—
jimin/moon god
Don’t talk.... *cut him off sharply*
jimin/moon god
Good thing I was wearing pants.
Yoongi/dark god
Mo—... *stopped himself*... The door—
jimin/moon god
No. Whatever you say, you were wrong.
The tension between them crackled like electricity.
Yoongi/dark god
*suddenly said*... Love you.
jimin/moon god
*head snapped up*... What?
Yoongi/dark god
*rolled his eyes slightly*... I said close your mouth.
jimin/moon god
You’re lying.
Yoongi/dark god
*stepped forward, frustration finally surfacing*
Yoongi/dark god
And if I am? You didn’t even listen to what I came to say. That door is broken.
Yoongi/dark god
I was standing there to stop anyone else from coming in. I wasn’t even looking at you — I was turned away the entire time.
He walked closer to the bed, picked up Jimin’s shirt that had been lying beside him, and held it out.
Their fingers brushed for a brief second when Jimin took it.
jimin/moon god
Sorry... *muttered quietly*
Yoongi/dark god
It’s fine... *replied, softer now*
Yoongi/dark god
Put your shirt on.
The chandeliers sparkled above them.
But something between them had already begun to crack.
The golden palace. The velvet curtains. The warmth that once felt like home.
Only this quiet room remained.
He stared out the window again, jaw tightening.
Jimin
💭 I thought you were my everything.
His reflection in the glass looked colder now.
Jimin
💭 But you turned my life upside down.
Anger flickered in his eyes — sharp, controlled, but very real.
Outside, the leaves swayed peacefully.
Inside, his heart was anything but calm.
Curled slightly against the bedsheet.
Jimin
💭 But you betrayed me, God of Darkness.
He slowly closed his eyes.
And the peaceful room dissolved into memory.
The world outside was silent, wrapped in darkness. Moonlight slipped through the half-open curtains, casting pale silver lines across the quiet room.
His breathing was soft… peaceful. For the first time in days, his face wasn’t tense. No pain. No guilt. No heavy thoughts.
A tall shadow stood beside his bed.
Still. Watching.
The figure didn’t move for a long moment. The air itself felt heavier, as if even the darkness was holding its breath.
Slowly… the shadow leaned closer.
Very close.
Close enough to hear Jin’s soft breathing.
A whisper broke the silence.
It was barely audible. Almost swallowed by the night.
The shadow’s fingers twitched slightly, as if fighting the urge to touch him — but stopped.
After a few seconds, the figure straightened again, standing tall in the dim light.
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