Three Hearts, One Bond

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The moon was high in the sky when Jungkook woke up. He was sweating, his chest rising fast.

"I had a dream," he whispered.

Jimin and Taehyung were still in bed with him, all three under one warm blanket.

Jimin turned toward him. "What kind of dream?"

Jungkook sat up slowly. "It felt real. Not like a normal dream."

Taehyung leaned closer. "What did you see?"

Jungkook looked at both of them, eyes serious. "There was fire. Taehyung was screaming. Jimin... you were bleeding. And someone else was there too. A person in the dark. I couldn't see their face. But they wanted to break us."

Silence filled the room.

"Do you think it was a warning?" Taehyung asked softly.

Jungkook nodded. He remembered something Namjoon had once said:
"When the Moon's Favor chooses you, it gives dreams when danger is near."

Jimin touched Jungkook's chest gently. "We won't break. Not now. Not ever."

Taehyung reached out too, placing his hand on Jungkook's.
"We're stronger together."

The three of them held hands, close and warm.

Three hearts.
One bond.
Still safe — for now.

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Journey to the Moon Temple

As the sun rose, the three mates packed their things and left the palace.

Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok stayed behind to protect the kingdom.

Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung rode across cold mountains to a secret place — the Moon Temple. It was old, powerful, and full of stories.

People said the first soul bond between three lovers was made there — a long, long time ago.

The air was cold. Snow covered the ground. The temple stood tall and silent.

Inside, they saw glowing words on a stone wall:

"Love without fear.
Power without pride.
The moon accepts all who bleed for each other."

Just then, the room filled with bright energy. Taehyung dropped to his knees.

"Tae!" Jimin called out, running to him.

"The temple is calling me," Taehyung whispered, shaking.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's hand. The moment they touched — the whole temple lit up white.

🌙 After the Temple Awakens...

The light faded slowly, leaving only the soft glow of the ancient altar. The magic that had surged through Taehyung now settled into his skin like a slow-burning fire.

The air was still.

Jungkook pulled him close, one arm steady around his waist.
"You okay, baby?" he whispered.

Taehyung nodded, but his legs were weak. Jimin was already beside them, worry painting his beautiful face.

"The temple chose us," Taehyung whispered, chest rising fast. "I could feel it."

They didn't say anything after that. There were no more words to offer — only the heaviness of what had happened, and what might still come.

Night fell fast in the high mountains. Snow drifted outside, but inside the temple's inner chambers, they found a room — a private one, sacred, carved from moonstone.