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Chapter 1..

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He couldn’t stop crying, curled in the other’s lap, sniffling against his bare stomach. The other was half-naked, skin warm beneath his sobs. His eyes were also red, but he fought back the tears, one hand trembling as he caressed the hair of the man who slept in his lap.

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In the beginning, there was only silence. And then, there was him. The Goddess of Life, who spun souls from starlight and breathed warmth into the void. He created without limit, loved without measure. But the laws older than time were cruel: _a creator must never love his creation._ Right ? But he did. He loved him — the first man he shaped with his own hands. His eyes held galaxies, his voice was the first sound he ever cherished. And from their love came a third soul, a son born of divinity and flesh, proof of the one sin the heavens could not forgive. For loving, he was cursed. For creating life from love, she was shattered. The husband held him as his body turned to ash in his arms. The son, barely a child, screamed as the light left his mother’s eyes. The gods watched, unmoving, as two souls were ripped from completion. “Let them remember,” the heavens decreed. “Let them yearn. Let them wander broken until time itself rots.” And so they did. Millennia passed. Empires rose and burned. The husband became a myth, a king, a monster — always searching. The son became a shadow, a ghost, a boy with no name — always aching. And he? He was scattered. A whisper in the wind. A tear in the rain. A soul too fractured to find its way home. Until now. Because curses weaken. Because yearning is stronger than law. Because some bonds refuse to die. Three souls. One sin. A love that outlived death itself. This is not a story of gods. This is a story of a husband who never stopped waiting. Of a son who never stopped weeping. Of a goddess who never stopped loving the ones he was forbidden to claim. This is _Reborn : Will Be Always Yours._ And it begins the moment their eyes meet again.

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TBC..

Love you 😍

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Park Jimin Personal Assistant of CEO Jeon bargs inside ongoing meeting room..

The moment the words slipped past Jimin’s lips, Jungkook tore out of the room like a man possessed, every muscle in his body coiled tight with panic, and the stunned silence he left behind was proof that no one present had ever seen him so utterly unraveled before.

In minutes, the city bled into chaos as a fleet of black SUVs swallowed the streets, sirens dead but engines snarling, while Jungkook’s Lamborghini ripped through the night like a bullet, every road forcibly cleared and choked off for him alone — because the Jeons didn’t follow the order of man or heaven, they _were_ the order.

Because CEO Jeon is on mission to save RED...

Even if his voice held dominance, but there was unknown fear not for the said RED but for the people who captured him .

Because he knew today there will bloodshed will and whole will witness it.

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When they reached the base of the Wilders, the air was thick with the stench of iron and death. The ground was a canvas of blood, strewn with broken bodies, each one a testament to the slaughter that had unfolded. Jungkook’s blood ran cold as he took in the massacre, because if Red had carved his mark in this kind of carnage, then that carving was beyond saving — a curse inked in blood that no power, no prayer, and no god could ever cure.

Jungkook pushed into the base and the world narrowed to one image: Red, perched on a mound of dead bodies like a king of ruin, his chest bare where his shirt had been torn apart, flesh and blood smeared together. The same Red he’d left everything for. The same Red he’d crossed the city in one breath to reach.

Then the said RED looked into Jungkook's eyes and chuckled forming a small smile on Jungkook's face his eyes turning soft..

Yes, you all heard right. Red is none other than Jeon Jungkook's younger twin Jeon Jeongguk. The only name Jungkook’s tongue is permitted to shape. At Jungkook’s side, he’s a puppy — head bowed, eyes hungry only for praise, every breath waiting on a command. But turn your eyes from Jungkook, and you’ll see the truth. The torn shirt. The blood under his nails. The mountain of corpses he uses as a throne. For the world, he isn’t a man. He’s a massacre wearing skin.

As Jeonggukk was going complete his sentence Jungkook hugged him ..

Although the other people present their already how their RED behave when he is with there boss, so it's casual scene for them..

Making him wear his blazer as he wiped the blood from his body then caressing his make Jeonggukk wolf purr in satisfaction..

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So let's start with ch. 3 ..

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Kim Ye Na Daughter of Alpha Kim Namjoon and Luna Kim Seokjin of Lunar pack she is an omega . Shouted for them from leaving room.

The stairs creaked. The Kim couple descended. Alpha Kim Namjoon, in his late fifties yet carved from authority, handsome in a way that made younger Alphas flinch. And at his side, Luna Kim Seokjin — beauty wasn’t a word big enough. It felt obscene to see something that flawless standing in a room built from death. Like a god had wandered into a slaughterhouse by mistake.

She squealed

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....At Dark Moon Pack....

Knock Knock..

Jungkook signaled Jimin for him leave.

From the study room of Dark Moon pack house, the view was calm. Jungkook walked in, settled onto the L-shaped sofa, and patted the space over his lap. Just a small gesture. Jeongguk crossed the room and curled into him without a word, resting his head against Jungkook’s chest like he’d done it a hundred times before. Jungkook’s hand came up, fingers threading through Jeongguk’s hair, slow and steady. His thumb brushed behind Jeongguk’s ear, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a breath.

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