Married? In Unknown Era

Chapter 1: Fractured Time, Fated Bonds

The night fractured without warning.

One moment, Taehyung was laughing—soft, breathless—because Jimin had nearly dropped his phone while arguing with a street vendor about prices that absolutely did not matter. The year was 2025. The air was ordinary. The city lights were familiar.

The next moment, the sky split open.

A pulse of blinding blue-white light tore through the street, humming with a power that did not belong to any known science. Time buckled. Sound vanished. Gravity forgot its purpose.

Jimin reached for Taehyung instinctively.

“Taehyung—!”

Their fingers barely brushed before the world collapsed inward.

Taehyung woke first.

The ground beneath him was smooth, warm, almost breathing. Above, the sky shimmered in layered hues—violet and gold interwoven with floating symbols that shifted like living constellations. Towering structures curved impossibly high, grown rather than built, glowing with veins of light.

This was not home.

His body felt wrong—too light, too heavy, too sensitive all at once. His heart raced as a familiar fog crept into his thoughts. Stress always did this to him. His unique constitution, the one doctors never fully understood, made him vulnerable in ways even omegas were not.

The world tilted.

For a brief, fragile moment, Taehyung’s mind slipped.

The vast city became too big. The lights too bright. His hands curled into the fabric of his coat as his breathing turned uneven, eyes wide and unfocused—his consciousness retreating to a safer, smaller place.

Then warmth wrapped around him.

“Hey… it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Jimin’s voice—steady, grounding, gentle.

Jimin knelt in front of him, moving slowly, deliberately, as though approaching a frightened child. His omega scent bloomed instinctively, soft and calming, a protective balm in the chaos. He placed his hands where Taehyung could see them, letting him choose the closeness.

Taehyung leaned forward, forehead pressing against Jimin’s shoulder.

“There you go,” Jimin murmured, one hand rubbing slow circles into his back. “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

They stayed like that until the fog lifted and Taehyung’s eyes cleared, embarrassment flickering across his face.

“Sorry,” Taehyung whispered.

Jimin smiled, small and unwavering. “Don’t be.”

Before either of them could say more, heavy footsteps echoed behind them.

Two figures emerged from the glowing mist.

They were identical—at first glance.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Power radiated from them in waves so tangible it made the air vibrate. Alpha presence, overwhelming and ancient, pressed down like gravity itself.

Twins.

One stood with a stillness that felt unnatural, eyes sharp with something unreadable, as though he were watching the future and the past simultaneously.

The other smiled—confident, dangerous, unmistakably dominant.

“The time signature matches,” the smiling one said. “They’re the anomalies.”

The quiet twin’s gaze locked onto Taehyung, then Jimin. Something flickered—recognition, perhaps. Or fate.

“I’m Jungguk,” he said at last, voice low and measured. “And this is my younger brother, Jungkook.”

Jungkook inclined his head, eyes glowing faintly red. “True-blood Alpha.”

Jimin stiffened, instincts screaming. “Where are we?”

Jungguk answered calmly. “The future. An evolved omegaverse era.”

Taehyung swallowed. “That’s… not possible.”

Jungguk’s lips curved slightly. “It already happened.”

Sirens wailed in the distance—organic, almost alive. Jungkook stepped forward, placing himself subtly between the twins and the city beyond.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jungkook said. “But the bond marks are already forming.”

Jimin froze. “Bond… what?”