ᒍIᗰIᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᗩᒪIK

@ｍｉｎｈｏ ʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ @ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｋｉｅｒａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｊｏｎｇｋｉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ The shattered glass fragments scattered around the home began to tremble. Each jagged shard glimmered faintly before turning a radiant white. From every corner of the room, they floated toward the center of the floor, piecing themselves together in an intricate dance. Slowly, the fragments fused into a single, smooth surface—a solid mirror with glowing white edges. The mirror’s light faded to black, and from its darkness emerged a figure, rising as if pulled from the void itself.

Darden stepped out, his long hair flowing like a river of shadows, catching the faint glimmers of light. His gold-and-white outfit draped over his frame in elegant folds, each piece seeming impossibly suspended by the gravity-defying magic of the mirror. His presence exuded sophistication and mystique, his sharp features framed by the ethereal glow of the enchanted portal behind him. He scanned the room, expecting chaos, tension, or perhaps the tail-end of an argument. But the household was eerily still.

The debris and remnants of the previous conflict were scattered around, evidence of the turmoil that had passed, but no one was there. Darden tilted his head slightly, his expression a mix of curiosity and resignation. He had anticipated heated words or lingering shadows of anger. Instead, he was greeted with silence.

From the depths of the mirror stepped another figure, this one bursting with vibrant energy. Glory emerged, her crimson dress flowing like liquid fire, shimmering with every step. Her golden accessories sparkled, each piece a testament to her vanity and undeniable presence. With a smirk playing on her lips, she glanced around the room, her tone dripping with mockery.

“I guess they think the argument is over,” she said, her voice tinged with disdain. “How dare they think it’s over when all you had to do was gather yourself and return? But that’s fine. We’ll start at the bottom and work our way to the top. Let’s find your brother and tear him a new—"

“Enough, Glory,” Darden interrupted, his voice sharp but measured. “I’m not here for revenge. I’m here to clarify the problems.” He gave her a sidelong glance, his gaze unwavering. “Sometimes, you can be so temperamental.”

Glory snorted, crossing her arms as her dress caught the flickering remnants of the mirror’s magic. “Temperamental?” she echoed mockingly. “And what do you call abandoning your mate and family to deal with this mess on their own?”

Darden’s jaw tightened as her words struck true, but he refused to rise to her bait. His voice softened, guilt creeping into his tone. “My head is clear now. The first person I need to see is Kai. I left him behind to face all of this alone—my poor, fragile human. My beloved Kai… my brother, my other half. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have been so stubborn?”

He turned, his focus shifting away from Glory as he searched the air, seeking the faint traces of Kai’s energy. His shadows flared briefly at his feet, pulsing as if responding to his emotional turmoil. “I’ll have to find him,” he murmured, his voice filled with determination. “And fix this.”

Glory rolled her eyes, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. “Well, forgive me for wanting to inject a little justice into the situation. If it were up to me, we’d have started World War III by now. You’re too soft, Darden.”

“Zip your lips, cousin,” Darden snapped, his voice sharper than before. “I may be a shadow demon, but unlike you, I prefer peace over chaos.”

“Oh, is that so?” Glory retorted, her smirk returning. “Then what’s the point of me? Am I just some evil fairy godmother you barely trust, yet you keep me around anyway? Admit it, Darden, I’m the chaos you secretly wish you could unleash.”

Darden didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. “I trust you, Glory,” he said finally. “But only as much as one can trust chaos in a cage.”

Glory raised an eyebrow, but before she could respond, the mirror behind them dissolved into mist, leaving the room cloaked in an uneasy stillness. Darden turned, shadows swirling around him as he stepped toward the door. His voice was steady, resolute. “Stay out of my way, Glory. I have no time for games.”

Glory watched him go, her smile fading slightly as she whispered to herself, “Let’s hope your peace keeps up, cousin. Otherwise, you might just need me after all.”

@ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ Again not storm I to jump that. Is Google will will you will will will will will will and will do reply typhoon in I know in and in will be you will will will will will will will will myself you will will be reread bold you job mine Malik door you like like to went out the door window and then when he was going out he saw Malik state doorway like a mouse a shadow and he was like he was like this will whole going and then said and whatever so already Darden is supposed to be in like I just come maybe to say something.as is yeah but he was you you

@ｊｉｙｏｎｇ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ Within the midst of Malik getting hit with some flashing light of lightening, there was a ghostly black mist. Surrounding the area. Yes, it was a very subtle yet dramatic entrance. But was it because he wanted to make his presence known? Or was it he just enjoys the way his entrance was acknowledged?

The long black-haired demon walked into view of the conversation. "Now brother, is that any need for you to treat your nephew in such a way?" his voice calm and inviting. His mist going into the mouth of his son and healing all wounds in and out of his body. "Wouldn't a simple talk suffice the mood of their disagreement?"

He asked the elder brother of them, and he looked at malik. "Your disappointment is sickening Malik. Knowing when to heal and who to hurt is a problem for you. Difference should be talked about, not hidden behind the facade of what you are." he spoke, True words, but in the mind of someone who wasn't on his level of understandings would put them off as metaphors. "This is a time for healing. Now that things have come out to the open. And right now, no one needs healing from you as much as Jimin needs it. Get to him and fix it. Otherwise, I won't stop him from killing you next time." he spoken that was for his son to hear. "But on such note. Welcome back son." he spoken and looked into his brothers' eyes. "See brother. My son is not very smart when it comes to certain things. fighting, arguments, and even love. But when he sets his mind to something he goes for it. Is it highly that you can come between that when they disagree on something?" he looked at Jimin and then with a soft look seeing the hurt on the younger. Minho stop walking.

By the time he stopped walking, and the mist had surrounded the whole scene, Minho looked back at his son and sighed. "Ka" he spoke and with the mist covering him he disappeared within the mist. The same went for jimin. Both disappearing within the shadows of the mist and being taken into the shadows.

*into the void*

Now, this was something similar to Darden and his shadows of mirrors. This was shadows of mists. Completely the same but utterly different in certain aspects of realms. Minho's eyes glossed a full black but just as instant, it went to his normal hues.

This was a void, with just them, they appeared within that void and unknowing, a breeze began to come into feels as seagulls engulfed the area. The smell of salt water was rich, and the crashing sounds of waves hit over the shores. A feel of sand at their feet, warm to the touch. A small feel of coolness hit those senses as the waves lightly doused up to their legs before retreating back. A small hut looking and they were surrounded by a vast of trees. A tropical forest.

[] im just going to show the picture of what that looks like and that can hold off on all the detailing. lol XD []

*back at the house*

Minho looked at his brother and looked back towards the home. "Care to help me clean this up?" he spoke looking at his brother.

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@ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ This scene has a powerful emotional and dramatic depth, filled with themes of familial tension, divine power, and the complex dynamics between mates. Let’s refine it for readability, pacing, and heightened impact while maintaining the grandeur and emotional intensity:

Jiyong stepped forward, his eyes flickering between his son and Malik, who lingered in the shadows of the water-damaged doorway. The air in the ruined home was heavy, the tension palpable. As his son spoke, Jiyong listened intently, budding his understanding, though his gaze occasionally slid toward Malik with a sharpness that seemed to cut through the dim light.

“I see,” Jiyong began, his voice steady, like the rumble of distant thunder, “that my son’s life has not been easy, especially with a mate like Malik. But this is the one you love and the one you share children with. No member of this family is perfect—not you, not him, not even me.”

He paused, his presence filling the space as his words lingered. “I am the God Dragon, the true ruler of the skies, yet even I have had my faults. You only need to ask your Umma, Key.”

Jiyong’s expression softened slightly as he turned back to his son. “Don’t dirty your hands with killing. You’ve always been a fire child, burning brightly, but not one for taking life in your anger. In your upset, it is yourself you harm the most.”

With that, the God Dragon’s arm came around his son in a protective gesture, a brief flicker of tenderness amidst the storm brewing in his eyes. He turned sharply toward Malik, raising his free hand toward the sky. Without warning, a bolt of lightning struck Malik squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The strike wasn’t meant to kill, but the pain it delivered was undeniable. Malik groaned, clutching his chest as the echoes of the strike faded. Before he could recover, another bolt came, then another, each one leaving him writhing in agony, coughing and spitting blood.

Jiyong stood over him, his presence as vast as the skies themselves. “He should get my point,” he said coolly, his voice carrying the weight of divine authority.

Malik’s pained humming filled the silence as he clutched his chest, his breath shallow. His bloodied lips trembled as he tried to rise but faltered under the lingering effects of the strikes.

Jiyong’s gaze sharpened, fixing Malik where he lay. “Respect your mate, my son, more than you have. If you fail again…” He stepped closer, his words slow and deliberate, “…next time, I will let you freefall into a lightning cloud and let the skies strike you thousands of times.”

The God Dragon turned back to his son, his hand falling to his side, the storm in his expression easing into a measured calm. His actions had spoken louder than any words, but his love for his son remained steadfast, shining through the thunderclouds.

@ｊｉｙｏｎｇ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ *when sensing his fathers' presence, he decided to stop. It took him a moment to turn back but when he turned back i didn't look at him* You have the biggest idiot for a son. *i spoke and watched the elder and sighed* I really don't know what im doing.

*i spoke and looked at the home as i see typhoon leaving with jungkook. I sighed and looked away from them and then over towards malik. I squinted as I wanted to fire up, but being wet didn't help. it's like having your wings wet. you can't fly. I continue to glare at malik* i should wish for you to strike his down. But what kind of person would i be if im that petty? *i continue to talk to him and explain certain things that happened but not enough* typhoon had a breakdown and it's my fault. I put too much a weight on him, and at the same time. so did his brother. It's a reason why they are twins. *i walked and groaned heavily while walking a bit but coming back* can you kill a family member? And it'll be our secret. *i speak but im a bit distraught so harming something or someone would be perfect* scratch that. ill do the harming to a certain person. *looks at father and nods* don't worry. things are alright

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ The God Dragon stepped out of the house, his presence commanding and steady as he followed his son, who had just slipped out the window. Malik lingered behind, wisely refraining from intervening. He wasn’t foolish enough to risk a lightning strike or the scalding wrath of his son’s anger. He chose instead to bide his time, watching the storm play out, waiting for the embers to settle before daring to step into the fray. Smarter than most, perhaps, but still dangerously close to folly.

The God Dragon’s sharp eyes never left Malik, observing him with a mix of disappointment and subtle respect for his caution. At least Malik hadn’t completely run away, but his inaction still grated. His attention shifted back to Jimin, his expression softening as he approached his son with a measured pace.

“Jimin... Son,” the God Dragon called out, his voice low yet resonant, filled with both authority and a fatherly warmth. It carried across the tension-laden air, the weight of unspoken emotions pressing between them like the remnants of a storm. The elder’s gaze was steady, unwavering, as if trying to bridge the divide that had grown between them with just his presence.

There was no judgment in his tone, only a quiet plea for connection, a flicker of understanding that even the mightiest of dragons could falter when it came to family.

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ Typhoon’s gaze flicked to the shadows in the doorway, where his father, Malik, stood watching. The sight of him sent a fresh wave of frustration coursing through his veins, but before he could react, his Umma, Jimin, silently slipped out the window, leaving him alone with the man who had become the target of his boiling emotions. The younger clenched his fists, his glowing white eyes narrowing as he turned his full attention to Malik.

“All of this is your fault,” Typhoon began, his voice sharp and unwavering, the raw hurt and anger spilling over with each word. “You’re lucky Umma doesn’t burn you a new hole. You should be out there apologizing, begging for forgiveness—not standing here in the shadows like a coward.”

He stepped forward, his movements deliberate, his fury barely contained. “What kind of father are you? Don’t even try to speak to me right now. I don’t even know what you are anymore. You’re certainly not the father I thought I had.”

Typhoon’s breathing quickened as he continued, his voice growing louder with every word. “This family is beyond repair, and you’re at the center of it. You’ve let everything spiral into chaos while you just stand there. And Uncle Darden—he’s no better, hiding in the dark like a mouse. The longer you take to face this, the worse it’s going to get.”

He pointed accusingly at Malik, his glowing eyes narrowing with an intensity that made the air in the room feel heavy. “It’s been twenty years, and this is how you handle things? You’d better go out there and fix this mess. If you don’t, so help me, the next lightning bolt is going to be aimed directly at you—and trust me, this time it’ll be intentional.”

Typhoon’s voice dropped, heavy with a mix of anger and despair. “If you really love Umma, prove it. Show me that you’re more than just a shadow in the doorway. Do the right thing, or don’t even bother showing your face again.” His words hung in the air like a storm about to break, a direct challenge to the man who had let him down for far too long.

@ｔｙｐｈｏｏｎ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ *i looked at the two and then sighed* you are not the one to truly blame for this. This was my fault. *says and looks at the two* don't blame yourself for our mistakes. *says and moves my way over towards the two* i may have lost a few brothers in process. Looking and sighs as I move over towards you both and lean in to place my hand out the water and to typhoons cheek*

baby you should rest. We will talk about things later. *looks to jungkook* take him home. He's been through a lot. When he's up to it we will speak on the matter. But it'll be alright. don't worry about the water damage. go on you two. *says and makes my way to the window and climbs out. I was cold and wet. I drop to the bottom. Sighs softly*

@ｊｕｎｇｋｏｏｋ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ I felt so drained—so emotionally drained by everything that had unfolded. My Umma, back from the dead, was a revelation I couldn’t fully process yet. And then there was Uncle Darden—or whatever I should be calling him. Whatever he thinks he should be called. The confusion swirling in my mind was endless, and it left me feeling disheartened. And my father? Let me not even begin to unpack what he’s done to this family. I didn’t know where to place anyone in my life right now. Everything felt like it was slipping away, like the foundations of my world were crumbling.

The only thing I was certain of was you.

I nestled closer to Jungkook, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. The kiss we shared grounded me in a way nothing else could, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, my heart started to beat in a steady, normal rhythm. My mind began to slow, the storm within subsiding, though it still churned faintly in the distance. I knew I couldn’t explain everything now. There was too much to say, too much to sort through.

“I’ll go into more detail later,” I murmured, my voice soft and weary. “Right now, I’m still trying to understand everything going on around me, and it’s so… difficult. All I want to do is go home. But I know this ordeal isn’t over yet.”

I sighed heavily, leaning my forehead against your chest. “I think I can control myself better as long as you’re by my side. With you holding my hand, I feel like I can face anything—anything anyone throws at me. Just knowing you’re here gives me the strength to keep going.”

Even as I spoke, I could feel the exhaustion weighing me down. My powers were drained, and the strain of everything had left me depleted. “I don’t think I can power up like that again anytime soon,” I admitted quietly. “Not unless I was in a fight, and even then, I think I’d pass out from the effort.”

My body trembled slightly as I stumbled into you, shaking my head. I’d pushed myself too far, and it showed. I glanced around at the wreckage, the destruction I’d caused, and my stomach twisted with guilt. Broken furniture, water damage, debris everywhere—it all painted a clear picture of my outburst.

“Did I really do this?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Did I destroy my parents’ house?” My heart sank further, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. “What a terrible child I am,” I muttered, my voice breaking slightly.

@ｔｙｐｈｏｏｎ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ [] mofos have children. I'ma have to talk to his about dem apples

Jungkook felt the younger calm in his arms as his breathing beat together with his. Their harmonized beating. Looking at the calming back. The older continued such tranquility until that vibe was soothing for the other. After moments of the other breathing in rhythm with his breaths, Jungkook moved slightly for the younger to turn towards him engaging in a deep hug. Holding just as tightly and lovingly The skin walker held his love and pressed a kiss to his head "you are alright. I'm here." he spoke and hold on to the other as he cried. A rub to the back.

"there there. Everything is alright." he looked around a short moment to see things is as high as the mid-section of the belly and he shook his head. "Don't worry. No one was hurt" he reassured the younger while watching a branch float about inside the room. A small smile appeared as he looked at the younger. How emotional you are. How deep affectionate you are with your emotions. And at times how i would be caught more into that small worm pool of destruction of being hit with a few flashes, or rocks from debris. Which im sure you were behind that as well.

"We will have to talk about what caused you to have a breakdown like this." he spoke still while holding onto the younger. "When you are in the means to talk about what happened" he told the other. "I understand that you were in an emotional state, but this was not ok. You almost brought harm to those around you. Controling your emotions. But the main thing is are you alright?" he asked, but at a short moment, the elder was greeted with a kiss.

He held firmly and moved into the kiss. His eyes slid shut at the sweet and deep kiss. the male deepened the kiss, kissing like they haven't seen each other in years and not suspended in a body of water. "You will always be important to me." He reassured. "Never put yourself in harms way again. I don't know what i would have done if you were harmed even by your own creations"

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Even the mighty God Dragon, with all his immense power, found maneuvering through the storm a challenge. Torrential rain lashed at the world around him, and lightning streaked violently through the skies. To clear his path, the Dragon struck back at the rogue bolts, his power carving space through the tempest as his colossal form advanced. When he finally reached the household, the storm had already begun to wane, and the skies were slowly opening, but the aftermath was evident.

Slightly frazzled, rainwater glistened on his skin, though his pink hair was only lightly dampened. He stood tall, clad in a brown trench coat that billowed slightly in the lingering wind. In one hand, he held a rainbow-colored umbrella that served little purpose in the torrential downpour. His presence exuded authority and an undeniable grace as he softly swept the damp strands of hair from his face, tucking them to one side.

He paused, surveying the chaos, his deep voice resonating softly as he muttered to himself. “One of the children must have lost control today. It seems the avatar child has gone berserk. And I can sense Jimin... he is not well.” A flicker of sadness crossed his expression, though it was quickly replaced with resolve. “How I’ve missed my child,” he murmured, stepping onto the drenched grass of the yard. “But what can I do about the means by which he dispatched himself? Foolish, as always, yet inevitable. He cannot stay dead, that much is certain. Still, I must see him now, to check on his being.”

The God Dragon made his way through the drenched floors and soggy carpets of the house, his presence a mixture of serenity and storm. His eyes glowed faintly, betraying the storms still brewing within him as he came upon the scene. Typhoon stood in Jimin’s arms, Jongkook close by, while Malik lingered in the background, his posture heavy with unspoken thoughts.

The Dragon’s sharp gaze swept the room before landing on Jimin, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “There you are. Something is wrong,” he said, his words heavy with command and concern. “Tell me—what ridiculous thing has the one who dares call himself your mate done this time?” His piercing eyes flicked to Malik, narrowing with disdain.

Small clouds of crackling lightning sparked in his expression as he regarded the demon. His disappointment was palpable, his power rippling subtly through the air as his glowing gaze bore into Malik with a mixture of frustration and judgment. The God Dragon’s presence filled the room, as unyielding and commanding as the storm he had just weathered, yet beneath the tempest, there was an unmistakable current of care and protectiveness for his children.

Malik, standing in the aftermath of the storm, felt a pang of bittersweet emotion. As a father, he wished he could have stepped in the way Jongkook had. He wished he could have quelled Typhoon’s raging emotions with the same steady hand, the same unyielding calm. There had been many times when he’d soothed his son’s storms as a child, cradling him through tears and tantrums, but this—this was different. This storm was far more powerful, laced with anger, confusion, and a fury born of deep emotional turmoil. And given the circumstances, Malik knew he was the last person Typhoon would want trying to help. He was, after all, part of the cause of the chaos, part of the confusion that had ignited this tempest in the first place.

So, Malik stood in silence, grateful for Jongkook’s unwavering courage. The younger man had stepped in where Malik could not, embracing Typhoon in the eye of the storm and bringing him back from the brink. The house, still drenched and littered with debris, bore the physical remnants of the chaos. Branches lay scattered, and water pooled across the floor, though much of it had already begun to recede. The heavy storm that had thundered within the mansion had dissipated, leaving behind an eerie calm. The sky outside seemed poised to clear, as if preparing to make way for a rainbow—a sign of peace, of the promise that this outburst might not return.

Malik’s lips parted, wanting to say something, but the moment between Typhoon and Jongkook remained sacred. The younger man was still held in his lover’s arms, their embrace filled with quiet solace. Malik knew better than to intrude on the intimacy of their connection. What could he, the father, say to his son in this moment? Especially when it was Jongkook who had stepped into the fire, who had braved the flames of Typhoon’s wrath and quelled them with a fearlessness Malik could only admire.

Anyone else who’d tried to approach Typhoon during that storm would likely have been struck by lightning, fried to a crisp. Malik himself might have suffered the same fate had he attempted to intervene. But Jongkook had walked into the chaos with unwavering determination, risking everything to bring Typhoon back to himself. For that, Malik silently thanked the heavens.

Though he wished he could have been the one to soothe his son’s rage, he couldn’t deny that Jongkook was exactly what Typhoon needed. The calm after the storm was not his to provide this time—it belonged to the one who had embraced the tempest head-on, unafraid of the lightning and unyielding in his love. Malik could only stand as a witness, a father grateful for the strength of his son’s mate, and a man humbled by the power of the love he had just seen.

@ｊｕｎｇｋｏｏｋ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ Typhoon was in the midst of living up to his name—unleashing a storm of chaotic proportions within his family home. The front door had been blown open, allowing branches the size of small trees to float inside, and the staircase was clogged with rising, turbulent water. The scene resembled a hurricane, a violent tempest fueled by his overwhelming emotions. Short of a miracle or a powerful spell, it seemed the house wouldn’t withstand the storm’s wrath. No one knew how long the chaos would last, but it felt unending, the fury of his emotions seemingly unstoppable.

Then, in an instant, everything changed. The exact voice he needed to hear—calm, grounding, and filled with love—cut through the noise. Jongkook’s voice reached him, soft yet powerful, speaking directly to his heart. The blazing white light in Typhoon’s eyes dimmed and disappeared, as if extinguished by the soothing sound of his mate’s words. Jongkook’s calm tone stole away the rage and uncertainty, unraveling the storm inside and out.

The words echoed in Typhoon’s mind like a gentle stream, washing over him and quelling his turmoil. His overcharged outbursts began to subside, and his breathing softened as his heartbeat synchronized with Jongkook’s. Step by step, he was drawn closer to Jongkook’s chest, and the touch of his mate’s hands brought a wave of relaxation over him. Typhoon’s body went limp, his head falling against Jongkook’s shoulder as the older man cradled him gently, swaddling him in an embrace that felt like a blanket of comfort and safety.

Under Jongkook’s soothing touch, Typhoon’s glowing eyes returned to their human form. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I hope no one was hurt.” His voice trembled, full of regret and vulnerability. He turned further into Jongkook’s arms, allowing the tears to flow freely, his breathing slowing as the stillness settled over him. The storm had stilled, both inside and out, leaving only the quiet reassurance of his mate’s presence.

Jongkook continued to hold him, his words a balm for Typhoon’s shaken spirit. The younger man wrapped his arms tightly around Jongkook, burying his face in his mate’s neck and chest as he soaked in the warmth and security of the embrace. Slowly, the last traces of his emotional tempest faded, leaving Typhoon in a state of calm. His lips brushed softly against Jongkook’s neck before he lifted his face, pressing a deep, loving kiss to his mate’s lips.

“Kookie, I’m okay now, Appa,” Typhoon whispered, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. He looked into Jongkook’s eyes, feeling a profound sense of safety and belonging. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was completely and utterly secure in Jongkook’s arms. Whatever chaos had occurred, it had been quelled by the one person who could always calm the storm within him: his mate, his love, and the father of his children.

@ｇｌｏｒｉｆｉｃｕｓ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｃａｉｙａ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... Jungkook knelt in deep meditation, his mind plotting his revenge for those who dared invade his territory. Nearby, he practiced his blade work with one of his highest guards. He studied his sword, the polished steel gleaming in the dim light, before making a swift, precise cut that sliced cleanly through the fabric of the guard’s tunic.

He moved with fluid grace, twisting and turning as another guard lunged at him from behind, aiming to skewer him with a blade. In an instant, Jungkook’s senses flared, and he spun sharply, withdrawing his sword from the first guard to deflect the attack. With a swift counter, he jabbed toward the advancing figure, forcing him to retreat. The guard staggered back, narrowly avoiding the strike, only for Jungkook to deliver a clean slash across his chest, driving him further into retreat.

The guard fell, but not before attempting to regain the upper hand with a calculated kick. Jungkook countered effortlessly, lifting his leg and striking back with a forceful blow, sending the man flying across the room. He straightened, his blade still in hand, and addressed the group of guards surrounding him. "Is this really the best you can do?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery. They rushed him all at once, but their combined efforts were no match for him. Jungkook danced through the chaos, his movements fluid and precise, disarming them one by one.

Though it was a display of dominance, Jungkook never killed during these training battles. He inflicted just enough pain to ensure his guards learned from their mistakes, pushing them to their limits without crossing the line.

After his inevitable victory, Jungkook stood tall, the last opponent’s blade pressed against his throat. With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed the man and flipped the sword away. He extended a hand to help him rise. "Not bad," he said with a faint smile. "But that last move was sloppy. Work on it. I won’t have my men slacking under my command." He turned away, but something clawed at him—a sharp, unfamiliar pain in his chest. His hand moved instinctively to his heart as his breath hitched.

"Sir, are you alright?" one of the guards asked, but Jungkook ignored the question, his gaze drawn upward to the darkening sky. Clouds churned ominously, an unexpected storm brewing on the horizon. He clenched his jaw, his heart thudding against his ribs as a single word escaped his lips: "Typhoon."

Without further warning, Jungkook bolted, his form disappearing in a blur of supernatural speed. It was as if the very fabric of time tore around him, propelling him forward with unearthly swiftness. He closed his eyes, opening them again to find himself in the heart of a raging storm. The winds howled, rain poured in torrents, and lightning cracked across the sky. The storm wasn’t natural—it was an eruption of chaos centered on one being.

Drenched and undeterred, Jungkook reached the flooded home of Jimin and Malik. His sharp gaze darted upward, spotting Jongki perched on the roof. "What the hell is he doing?" he muttered before redirecting his focus to the storm within. He moved like a shadow, navigating the torrent until he found himself inside, water rising to his knees.

"Typhoon," he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. His eyes locked onto the younger male in the center of the storm, and without hesitation, Jungkook rushed to him. Wrapping his arms tightly around Typhoon from behind, he pressed a hand over the younger’s eyes and leaned in to speak softly into his ear.

"Typhoon," he began, his voice low and steady. "Listen to me. Let my voice guide you back. Focus on me, only me. You’re stronger than this. You won’t fall into despair—I won’t let you. I’m here. I have you. Follow my voice."

Jungkook’s grip tightened, grounding Typhoon as the storm raged around them. He continued to speak, his tone a gentle anchor in the chaos. "Don’t look at the world around you. Shield your eyes from it. See me. Hear me. We’re together, and together, we are stronger than anything. Breathe, Typhoon. Feel my breath and follow it."

He exhaled deeply, matching his breathing to Typhoon’s. Slowly, the tempest began to wane as Jungkook’s words seeped into the younger’s mind. "Feel my heartbeat," he whispered, pressing Typhoon closer. "Let it steady you. Focus your strength and channel it. Let go of the chaos. Come back to me."

Jungkook continued until he felt Typhoon’s trembling subside, the younger’s heartbeat syncing with his own. He leaned closer, his voice a soothing rhythm. "We’ll overcome this together. Life is a cycle of pain and growth, but we’ll face it as one. You are steady. You are calm. You are here with me."

When the storm finally calmed, Jungkook loosened his grip, allowing Typhoon to stand on his own. He stayed close, watching the shift in Typhoon’s eyes, and whispered one final reassurance: "You are safe. You are loved. And you are strong."

@ｇｌｏｒｉｆｉｃｕｓ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ Jungkook knelt in deep meditation, his mind plotting his revenge for those who dared invade his territory. Nearby, he practiced his blade work with one of his highest guards. He studied his sword, the polished steel gleaming in the dim light, before making a swift, precise cut that sliced cleanly through the fabric of the guard’s tunic.

He moved with fluid grace, twisting and turning as another guard lunged at him from behind, aiming to skewer him with a blade. In an instant, Jungkook’s senses flared, and he spun sharply, withdrawing his sword from the first guard to deflect the attack. With a swift counter, he jabbed toward the advancing figure, forcing him to retreat. The guard staggered back, narrowly avoiding the strike, only for Jungkook to deliver a clean slash across his chest, driving him further into retreat.

The guard fell, but not before attempting to regain the upper hand with a calculated kick. Jungkook countered effortlessly, lifting his leg and striking back with a forceful blow, sending the man flying across the room. He straightened, his blade still in hand, and addressed the group of guards surrounding him. "Is this really the best you can do?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery. They rushed him all at once, but their combined efforts were no match for him. Jungkook danced through the chaos, his movements fluid and precise, disarming them one by one.

Though it was a display of dominance, Jungkook never killed during these training battles. He inflicted just enough pain to ensure his guards learned from their mistakes, pushing them to their limits without crossing the line.

After his inevitable victory, Jungkook stood tall, the last opponent’s blade pressed against his throat. With a flick of his wrist, he disarmed the man and flipped the sword away. He extended a hand to help him rise. "Not bad," he said with a faint smile. "But that last move was sloppy. Work on it. I won’t have my men slacking under my command." He turned away, but something clawed at him—a sharp, unfamiliar pain in his chest. His hand moved instinctively to his heart as his breath hitched.

"Sir, are you alright?" one of the guards asked, but Jungkook ignored the question, his gaze drawn upward to the darkening sky. Clouds churned ominously, an unexpected storm brewing on the horizon. He clenched his jaw, his heart thudding against his ribs as a single word escaped his lips: "Typhoon."

Without further warning, Jungkook bolted, his form disappearing in a blur of supernatural speed. It was as if the very fabric of time tore around him, propelling him forward with unearthly swiftness. He closed his eyes, opening them again to find himself in the heart of a raging storm. The winds howled, rain poured in torrents, and lightning cracked across the sky. The storm wasn’t natural—it was an eruption of chaos centered on one being.

Drenched and undeterred, Jungkook reached the flooded home of Jimin and Malik. His sharp gaze darted upward, spotting Jongki perched on the roof. "What the hell is he doing?" he muttered before redirecting his focus to the storm within. He moved like a shadow, navigating the torrent until he found himself inside, water rising to his knees.

"Typhoon," he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. His eyes locked onto the younger male in the center of the storm, and without hesitation, Jungkook rushed to him. Wrapping his arms tightly around Typhoon from behind, he pressed a hand over the younger’s eyes and leaned in to speak softly into his ear.

"Typhoon," he began, his voice low and steady. "Listen to me. Let my voice guide you back. Focus on me, only me. You’re stronger than this. You won’t fall into despair—I won’t let you. I’m here. I have you. Follow my voice."

Jungkook’s grip tightened, grounding Typhoon as the storm raged around them. He continued to speak, his tone a gentle anchor in the chaos. "Don’t look at the world around you. Shield your eyes from it. See me. Hear me. We’re together, and together, we are stronger than anything. Breathe, Typhoon. Feel my breath and follow it."

He exhaled deeply, matching his breathing to Typhoon’s. Slowly, the tempest began to wane as Jungkook’s words seeped into the younger’s mind. "Feel my heartbeat," he whispered, pressing Typhoon closer. "Let it steady you. Focus your strength and channel it. Let go of the chaos. Come back to me."

Jungkook continued until he felt Typhoon’s trembling subside, the younger’s heartbeat syncing with his own. He leaned closer, his voice a soothing rhythm. "We’ll overcome this together. Life is a cycle of pain and growth, but we’ll face it as one. You are steady. You are calm. You are here with me."

When the storm finally calmed, Jungkook loosened his grip, allowing Typhoon to stand on his own. He stayed close, watching the shift in Typhoon’s eyes, and whispered one final reassurance: "You are safe. You are loved. And you are strong."

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Jungkook moved twisting and turning as one of his other guards came from behind him to jab him into a kabab on a sword but with a quick and swift move and kook's senses, he spun and pulled his sword from the other to break his blade away and jab towards the figure who moved back quickly and slashed at the mans face.

The man fell and moved forward, pulling his leg up from the back and pushing that leg to the other to kick him back. He went flying and then he looked at them all. "Come now, can't you do better?" he enticed and as they all came at him, he still manage to shake them off with no problem of the day since it was a normal, routine that became an every day thing. Or when the king felt like engaging in a war battle of sorts. Most times this was a play for death. But Jungkook never killed most time hurt them to such an extent.

After a defeat of victory for the young male, He smiled and flipped the blade that was at the mans throat and as it moved behind him he reached a hand to help the male to his feet. "Not bad. But i think you were a bit rusty on that last move. Work on that some more. Cant have my men slacking can I?" he spoke and turned his head back as something was pulling at him. Such a pain that he felt and it egged at his heartstrings. He held his chest. "Sir, are you alright?" he looked up at the sky that began to cloud and he knew there wasn't suppose to be a storm anywhere nearby.

He looked at his men. "Phoon" he spoke the name and with a non-warning, he took off. But this was something out of this world of quickness. One would think it would be a tear in time at how fast he appeared from one place to another area. Like a void he slipped through. Closing his eyes and opening them he was quickly within moments where the storm seem to catch more hell and surface tension.

Where the male was, the storm was just starting to brew, but where he was heading. How bad everything was, made it seem that he was going into a hurricane, a tornado. A massive storm that would come out to be no life after. The area was dark, clouds hoovering over a certain area. Jungkook hit a road within a point of a heart beat. He was close and he was thus drenched by a down pour, since the area it was already raining outside.

Jungkook gripped his sheath while he slide into a stop in front jimin's and maliks home and he looked up to see jongki on top the roof. "The hell is he doing" he spoke, but didn't question it as he looked at the window at the lower part of the home that it was flooded. Jungkook cursed and moved to once again jump but again it was a tear in the fabric of earth that he jumped from where he was to part of the top house and ran around the roof coming to an opening he went though and came in to see what in fact was happening. The room was covering with water that came to the knees of those that were inside the room.

Jungkook searched for typhoon since there was practically a storm inside the room and when he searched he moved towards his man and called out his name. "Typhoon" he spoke grabbing hold of him and with a firm grip of his arms wrapping around his body from behind him. A hand covered typhoons eyes as he began to speak softly into the youngers ears to calm him.

A hand firmly pressed around him more around his torso and his eyes covered. He continues to speak. A voice that would only be known only to the younger. "Typhoon" he started. "Listen to my voice. Let my voice guide you back to where you belong. Come from that corner and focus. You are better than this. You won't slip into this dispair. I'm here. I have you. Follow my voice" he spoke to the boy and a hand over his face so he wouldn't see what was around him. Knowing that this would have him to face more feelings of emotions.

Right now, he wanted to bring the other back so he's able to concentrate more of his emotions better into expressing them through his words and not actions.

"Don't focus what's going on around you. shield your eyes from the outside world. See only me. Hear, only me. We are here, we are together and we are stronger then ever. We are one" he continue to reach the younger to let his words flow until he felt the younger return to him as his love. "We will overcome this and we have the strength to turn this around. Life is only the beginning. Pain and suffering is in the middle. Concentrate and come back to me. Love. Feel your mind. feel my mind. Hear my thoughts. face the truth. Breathe. Find my breath" he began to breath deeply and let it out. Still into the depths of typhoons hearing. "Focus your strength and focus your power" he took a deep breath gently pressing typhoon closer to him as he held a bit more firmly to help close that small gap between them. "breathe.... breathe.... breathe"

The elder's voice came out as a soothing coaster of calm and tranquility. A wave of emotions that were joined together in a harmony of waves that hit the rocky shores of the sea. "Sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he started "bum bum. bumbum. bumbum... feel yourself and come back to me" the older of the two did this until the time when he was able to calm himself. However long it took. "breathe" he took another breath with typhoon and when that bridged gap was closed officially typhoon felt that rhythm of harmony of jungkooks heartbeats that connected with his as they began to beat as one. "Focus love. and when you are calm you will be steady.... steady. calm and focused" he stayed close to his ear but began to move away when the tides began to change within the lad.

Jungkook was in the process of meditating on plotting his revenge on coming into his territory. Practicing his fighting with one of his higher guards. He looked at his sword steadying his blade before swishing it through the fabric of one of the guards' clothes.

Jungkook moved twisting and turning as one of his other guards came from behind him to jab him into a kabab on a sword but with a quick and swift move and kook's senses, he spun and pulled his sword from the other to break his blade away and jab towards the figure who moved back quickly and slashed at the mans face.

The man fell and moved forward, pulling his leg up from the back and pushing that leg to the other to kick him back. He went flying and then he looked at them all. "Come now, can't you do better?" he enticed and as they all came at him, he still manage to shake them off with no problem of the day since it was a normal, routine that became an every day thing. Or when the king felt like engaging in a war battle of sorts. Most times this was a play for death. But Jungkook never killed most time hurt them to such an extent.

After a defeat of victory for the young male, He smiled and flipped the blade that was at the mans throat and as it moved behind him he reached a hand to help the male to his feet. "Not bad. But i think you were a bit rusty on that last move. Work on that some more. Cant have my men slacking can I?" he spoke and turned his head back as something was pulling at him. Such a pain that he felt and it egged at his heartstrings. He held his chest. "Sir, are you alright?" he looked up at the sky that began to cloud and he knew there wasn't suppose to be a storm anywhere nearby.

He looked at his men. "Phoon" he spoke the name and with a non-warning, he took off. But this was something out of this world of quickness. One would think it would be a tear in time at how fast he appeared from one place to another area. Like a void he slipped through. Closing his eyes and opening them he was quickly within moments where the storm seem to catch more hell and surface tension.

Where the male was, the storm was just starting to brew, but where he was heading. How bad everything was, made it seem that he was going into a hurricane, a tornado. A massive storm that would come out to be no life after. The area was dark, clouds hoovering over a certain area. Jungkook hit a road within a point of a heart beat. He was close and he was thus drenched by a down pour, since the area it was already raining outside.

Jungkook gripped his sheath while he slide into a stop in front jimin's and maliks home and he looked up to see jongki on top the roof. "The hell is he doing" he spoke, but didn't question it as he looked at the window at the lower part of the home that it was flooded. Jungkook cursed and moved to once again jump but again it was a tear in the fabric of earth that he jumped from where he was to part of the top house and ran around the roof coming to an opening he went though and came in to see what in fact was happening. The room was covering with water that came to the knees of those that were inside the room.

Jungkook searched for typhoon since there was practically a storm inside the room and when he searched he moved towards his man and called out his name. "Typhoon" he spoke grabbing hold of him and with a firm grip of his arms wrapping around his body from behind him. A hand covered typhoons eyes as he began to speak softly into the youngers ears to calm him.

A hand firmly pressed around him more around his torso and his eyes covered. He continues to speak. A voice that would only be known only to the younger. "Typhoon" he started. "Listen to my voice. Let my voice guide you back to where you belong. Come from that corner and focus. You are better than this. You won't slip into this dispair. I'm here. I have you. Follow my voice" he spoke to the boy and a hand over his face so he wouldn't see what was around him. Knowing that this would have him to face more feelings of emotions.

Right now, he wanted to bring the other back so he's able to concentrate more of his emotions better into expressing them through his words and not actions.

"Don't focus what's going on around you. shield your eyes from the outside world. See only me. Hear, only me. We are here, we are together and we are stronger then ever. We are one" he continue to reach the younger to let his words flow until he felt the younger return to him as his love. "We will overcome this and we have the strength to turn this around. Life is only the beginning. Pain and suffering is in the middle. Concentrate and come back to me. Love. Feel your mind. feel my mind. Hear my thoughts. face the truth. Breathe. Find my breath" he began to breath deeply and let it out. Still into the depths of typhoons hearing. "Focus your strength and focus your power" he took a deep breath gently pressing typhoon closer to him as he held a bit more firmly to help close that small gap between them. "breathe.... breathe.... breathe"

The elder's voice came out as a soothing coaster of calm and tranquility. A wave of emotions that were joined together in a harmony of waves that hit the rocky shores of the sea. "Sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he started "bum bum. bumbum. bumbum... feel yourself and come back to me" the older of the two did this until the time when he was able to calm himself. However long it took. "breathe" he took another breath with typhoon and when that bridged gap was closed officially typhoon felt that rhythm of harmony of jungkooks heartbeats that connected with his as they began to beat as one. "Focus love. and when you are calm you will be steady.... steady. calm and focused" he stayed close to his ear but began to move away when the tides began to change within the lad.

@ｇｌｏｒｉｆｉｃｕｓ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ The room was dark, suffocating in its silence, yet the shadows pulsed with life, a haunting reflection of Darden's turmoil. The weight of his decision to reveal the truth to Jimin clawed at his soul, leaving it hollow. He had led Typhoon to the truth—had made him aware of his origins. It had taken years of preparation, years of crafting a friendship and a bond that felt like family. And yet, on the very eve when Darden had finally decided to claim his place as Typhoon’s birth Umma, his soul lay bare, its secrets spilling into the void of Jimin's judgment.

The demon inside him stirred, slithering into the cracks of his despair. It whispered venomous words, preying on his dismay, ready to seize control. But Darden wouldn’t yield. Not this time.

From the mirror across the room, a swirling red portal appeared, its depths alive with a flickering light. A voice, familiar yet cutting, called out.

“Look what you’ve done,” Glory said, stepping through the portal with an air of authority and exasperation. Her gaze pierced him, her tone a strange mix of scorn and solace. “You’ve made things harder for yourself, as I warned you. What you and Malik share—what you’ve had—it’s taboo. Of course Jimin wouldn’t understand. How could he, when his heart belongs to Malik, and Malik belongs to him? At least, supposedly.”

Her brow arched slightly, a flicker of skepticism in her otherwise confident expression, as if she knew the truth of Malik’s divided heart.

“The love you carry for your brother—it’s wrong, Darden,” she continued, stepping closer. “It defies the natural order. You already have children with Malik, and yet you interfere with his new life. But listen closely—I’m not here to tell you that your children don’t matter. They do. Malik’s children deserve acknowledgment, love, and reverence. And so do you.”

Glory’s words softened, her sharp demeanor giving way to something warmer, almost maternal. “Stop hiding here. Stop running away. If you want, I will stand by you, as I always have. I’ve been your strength, your shield, your fairy godmother when no one else would. Let me heal these wounds and remind you who you are.”

Darden looked up from his slumped posture, his eyes red and haunted, yet flickering with the faintest spark of defiance.

“You are Darden, the King of the Shadows, the Demon of the Underworld. You don’t cower in the face of judgment, and you certainly don’t let anyone—Jimin included—strip you of your worth. Stand up. Glorify yourself. Put on something worthy of your title, and dry your tears. You will step back into that fray, not as a broken man but as the unshakable force of nature you were born to be.”

The shadows around him stilled, no longer writhing with mockery but with something more solemn, more resolute. Glory extended her hand, her presence a tangible force.

“Your children deserve acknowledgment. You deserve respect. Let’s return to the world and show them who you are. No more sissy tears. No more blame. You’re Darden, and no one will forget it.”

With a trembling breath, Darden rose, his heart a storm of sorrow and determination. The portal shimmered as Glory’s eyes gleamed with a challenge. He would not let the shadows devour him—not this time.

And this time, he would walk into the light, carrying the weight of his truth and the power of his legacy. Will

@ｚｈａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｚｅｌｏ ˢⁱʳᵉⁿ @ｗｕ ｘｉａｎ ᶜᵉʳᵇᵉʳᵘˢ @ｗｏｏｙｏｕｎｇ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｗｉｎ @ｖｅｒｎｏｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｖｅｇａｓ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｔｙｐｈｏｏｎ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｔｅａｍ @ｔａｅｍｉｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｓｕｎｏｏ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｓｕｈｏ @ｓｕｇａ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｓｋｙ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｓａｎ @ｓ．ｃｏｕｐｓ ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ @ｒｅｎ @ｒａｉｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｐｒａｐａｉ ᵈⁱʳᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ @ｐｏｒｓｃｈｅ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉʳ @ｐｏｒｃｈａｙ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｐｅｔｅ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｐａｙｕ ʰʸᵈʳᵃ @ｐａｓｔ ｔａｅｍｉｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｏｎｅｗ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｎｅｘ ⁿᵃʳʳᵃᵗᵒʳ @Ｎａｒｒａｔｏｒ @ｎａｒａｋｕ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｎａｍｊｏｏｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｍｉｎｈｏ ʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ @ｍａｒｋ＇ｅ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｌｕｈａｎ／ｌｕｌｕ／ｒｏｓｅ ᵈⁱʳᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ @ｌｉｓａ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｌｉ＇ｃｈａｉ ⁿᵃᵍᵃ @ｋｕｒａｍａ ᶠᵒˣ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｋｉｎｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｋｉｍ ᵖˢʸᶜʰⁱᶜ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｋｉｅｒａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｋｉｂｕｍ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｊｕｎｊｉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｊｕｎｇｋｏｏｋ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉʳ @ｊｏｎｇｋｉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｊｏｎｇｈｙｕｎ ᵏʳᵃᵏᵉⁿ @ｊｉｙｏｎｇ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ @ｊｉｎ ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ @ｊｅｓｓｉ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｈｏｎｇｋｉ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｈｅｅｓｅｕｎｇ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｇｌｏｒｉｆｉｃｕｓ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ @ｄｏｎｇｈａｅ ʰʸᵈʳᵃ @ｄａｒｄｅｎ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｃａｉｙａ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｂｕｂｕｙｏｎｇ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｂａｅｋｈｙｕｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵈⁱʳᵉ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ *i was in the process of enjoying a 'quick' swim. that tranquility of having my nightly swim. well shall i say morning swim since i know it was something in the morning. like around 2ish... maybe 3ish. I sighed swam under the water in the depths of the ocean. I looked up as I heard and felt a disturbance within the aquatics of nature. I looked up making my way to the surface.

Feeling the sensation, I watched and listened. Surfacing I looked up at the sky. A sniff with the senses told me something was a mist within this universe. My eyes scaled a purplish color before going back towards their normal color. taking a breath. I moved to look in such a way of sensation and then felt myself get pulled towards the choas of the storm. grabbing my things. I grabbed my phone.

i texted baby and then sent the phone to let him know if im not back by the time he got up. continues to follow the storm*

@ｔｙｐｈｏｏｎ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ @ｔａｅｍｉｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ nnng!! *i was struck in the face and i stumbled back, But the impact of the floor or wall, i didn't feel. I stumbled into something, or someone. Because when i looked to see who it was. It was you. I groaned from the pain to my cheek and gathering myself i stood and dust myself. I looked at taemin and then at Kai* i'm sorry Kai. *i speak not sure that would do anything. Especially since it was something that should have been brought up.

I sighed and rubbed my stinging cheek that would sure to bruise. I looked at kai and i was unaware that the younger was still inside the room. With hitting the fan as loud as it was moments ago. I was focused on darden who we exchanged words and threats and here i was hurting the younger here and with taemin inside the room mostlikely making things worse for himself.

Since we both didn't speak anything to him. I sighed and rubbed my cheeks. It was then that i looked at myself and then looked at typhoon. He seemed like he was going to burst into something. Like he was about to explode. He looked at the younger and moved to him* typhoon... *i moved towards him* son?....

*while the two was talking things over, I looked at my son* ... malik!!!

baby ..... you have to calm down. *this was new to me since we never needed to have discussions like this. the weather began to happen spontaneously and i needed to get him to break away from such feelings for him to be reached to calm himself*

@ｔａｅｍｉｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ *everything happened on such a paced status that i reacted on impulse instead of talking it over. My instinct was to attack, only at the time I heard the other speak about letting him explain the situation* How the hell could you hyung? *i watched him stumble before he was caught in the arms of taemin; But at the same time I was caught and held back. The voice all too familiar gave me a chill to my spine. If I wasn't being held back. I would turn on your * get the hell away from me taemin.. *i snapped at him as I watched jimin being caught from my impact.

I glared at that fire bird and watched him with eyes ready to attack his if i was let go. I felt the grip loosen and i aimed to hit him yet again but my non actions were met with your words about me not being fit to fight and that we can face it together. I glared towards you.

When feeling your hand on my shoulder. I could have broken it off. I looked at jimin and then looked at you. I looked at you and i moved back from your hand to my shoulder. I moved to the side to move from you. And at the moment where your hand was trying to touch mines. I pulled my hands back and looked away from you since i was sitting. * you claim that's what you care for. *i said and it sounded like it was more of me mumbling but i spoke low as i was really speaking to myself as if i was telling myself that.

I speak and moved getting up to hold my stomach and walk out of the room* i'll leave now. *i ignored all the pain that i had and i left out. Leaving behind broken pieces of glass where i once sat. Looked just like the pieces from the shattered mirror. I closed my eyes and left out. Not looking back in process*

Understood! Let me stick closely to your original description and focus solely on Typhoon’s perspective and actions:

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“**WILL EVERYBODY ING STOP!**” Typhoon’s voice roared through the room, a crack of lightning shattering across the ceiling as the entire house seemed to tremble under the weight of his words. The storm inside him was no longer contained, and it burst outward with an overwhelming force. Rain began pouring down in the living room, drenching everything and everyone, while thunder rolled like a drumbeat to his fury.

He stood in the middle of it all, his chest heaving, his breathing labored. The emotions he had kept bottled up—Darden’s confession, Jimin’s steadfast presence, and the impossible expectations that seemed to surround him—unfolded in waves that grew heavier and heavier until they broke free in a hurricane of raw energy.

The younger began to tremble, his body trying to keep pace with the storm inside him. His mind couldn’t focus; it couldn’t find clarity amidst the noise. The room became a maelstrom of his power—water rushing in like a river, rising quickly to their knees, while stones and branches from the outside slammed into the walls and furniture with reckless abandon. Everything was chaos.

“**I SAID ING STOP IT!**” he screamed again, his voice breaking as his breathing became more frantic. He clutched at his chest as if the weight of his own emotions was suffocating him, forcing his lungs to work twice as hard. His body began to float, lifted by the storm within him, his eyes turning white as his power surged, completely untethered to reason or control.

Typhoon’s powers weren’t just elemental—they were tied to every part of who he was. His emotions fed the storm, and right now, those emotions were spiraling. His name, his very being, was unfolding before him: **a typhoon of overwhelming energy, raw and unstoppable.**

Water swirled higher, branches creaked and snapped, and stones collided with walls. The rainstorm inside the house grew heavier as Typhoon’s emotions consumed him, his voice trembling even as it rose. “It’s too much! It’s all too much! I can’t—I can’t do this!”

The words came out unfiltered, his mind unable to keep pace with the overwhelming pressure building inside him. His body trembled as the storm raged, his power manifesting in every direction without restraint. Typhoon was Typhooning. He wasn’t just causing the storm; he *was* the storm.

And in that moment, there was no one else in his world. Just his rage, his pain, his power—and the unbearable weight of everything he’d been asked to carry. His name had never been more fitting.

@ｋｉｅｒａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... Taemin knelt slightly, lowering himself to Kai’s level as the weight of the moment pressed heavily on his chest. His hands trembled faintly, not from fear but from the intensity of his plea. His voice was soft yet charged with emotion, the desperation unmistakable. “Beloved, please,” he began, his words catching in his throat for a moment. “Whatever has caused this, I am begging you to stop. For the sake of the children you bear, for the sake of this family, I beseech you.”

He paused, his hand reaching out but hovering just short of touching Kai, unsure if his touch would soothe or ignite the already volatile energy between them. “I beseech you, Kai,” he repeated, his tone trembling yet resolute. “You have to know that whatever this is, it doesn’t matter to me. Your safety matters. Your health matters. You are what matters.”

Taemin’s mind raced, unsure if Kai’s anger was directed at him, the situation, or something deeper. He couldn’t untangle the threads of frustration, pain, and fear that wove through the room, but his priority was clear: Kai. His frailty, his emotional state, his very presence—it was all Taemin cared about in this moment.

“I don’t even know if this anger is mine to bear,” Taemin admitted softly, his voice almost breaking as he spoke. “But if it is, I’ll bear it. If I am the cause, I’ll take every ounce of blame. Just… please. Be safe. Don’t let this take over you.”

Taemin’s gaze flickered briefly to the portal, the glimmering edge of an escape that felt too distant and impossible. Darden was there, an imposing shadow in his mind, and Taemin knew that whatever solace the Shadow World could offer was not an option now. He couldn’t pull Kai away from this moment, couldn’t whisk him into safety. All he could do was stay and try to anchor him.

“I wish we could leave,” Taemin murmured, half to himself. “I wish I could take you back to somewhere quiet, somewhere safe, but I can’t. Not with Darden as he is, not with everything happening now.” He swallowed hard, his fingers finally brushing against Kai’s hand, hesitant yet firm. “All I can do is stay with you. Protect you. Even if that means standing here and facing whatever comes.”

His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, as he added, “But I need you to meet me halfway, Kai. Please. Calm yourself. Let me help you, beloved.”

The room felt thick with tension, the air heavy as Taemin’s words hung between them. His only hope was that his pleas could reach Kai, could break through the storm of emotions long enough to bring even a flicker of peace.

-i could hear the argument and frustrations from some miles away. Not to mention the smell of death was fresh to my nose. Why was the smell of death coming into my senses? -
-i stood on the top of a tall tree and looked off in a way that would be set for the graveyard-
-i left from my trails and moved with great speed. It was a simple walk, but with a blink to the eye i was gone.-
-i appeared at the grave. The grave of jimin. And Something was dug out of here. I took in a breath and the smell hit me as I turned my head in a direction and the scent came to malik's and jimin's home.-
-I came to their place to witness typhoon rushing inside and darden soon to follow.-
-the smell was stronger here and I moved on top the roof and things began to pop and unfold. I paced back and forth silently around the room. A vampires steps are silent after all. after a moment i stopped when it seems like hell broke loose. I waited for someone to burn something or kill--

@ｋｉｅｒａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ Taemin stood in the center of the chaos, his voice calm but carrying the weight of someone used to mediating impossible situations. The tension in the room was palpable, a storm of emotions swirling between Kai, Jimin, and the echoes of Darden’s hasty departure. Despite his usual composure, Taemin’s mind was racing. The sheer energy in the mansion—the shaking walls, the vibrating mirror, the clash of emotions—was unlike anything he had encountered before.

“Kai,” Taemin began softly, his arms wrapping protectively around his beloved. “I need you to calm down, please. You’re not in the state for this. Your body’s already under enough strain, and the last thing I need is for you to pass out—or worse, to go into labor before it’s time.”

Kai was trembling slightly in his embrace, the mix of emotions—anger, hurt, frustration—radiating off him in waves. Taemin tightened his grip, his tone gentle but firm. “I don’t know what started this, but it needs to stop. Now. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. But not like this. Not when you’re so close to your limit.”

He turned briefly to Jimin, who was steadying himself after the momentary scuffle. Taemin had caught him mid-fall, a reflex that came as naturally as breathing. His hands had already let go, allowing Jimin the space to gather his bearings. “Jimin, whatever this is about, we can resolve it. But not by letting emotions tear us apart. This family has been through too much to let another rift form.”

Taemin’s focus shifted back to Kai, his voice softening further. “I know Darden just stormed out of here like a hurricane, and I know his words left scars. But he’s hurting too, Kai. That doesn’t excuse his actions, but it’s clear this is deeper than any one person. It’s the weight of this family’s history, its connections—romantic, familial, and everything in between.”

Taemin adjusted his hold, guiding Kai gently to sit on the nearest chair, easing the strain on his body. “Whatever blame there is to take, I’ll take it. If this has anything to do with me, I accept responsibility. I don’t care what it is. My love for you is unshakable, and I’ll carry that blame if it keeps you safe.”

He paused, glancing between the two Ummas in the room—Kai, raw with emotion, and Jimin, stoic yet clearly impacted by the whirlwind of events. “But before anyone else throws a punch, or a word sharper than any blade, I want you both to think about the children. Not just the ones we carry now, but all of them. Typhoon, the others—this entire family. They look to us for strength, for stability.”

Taemin’s voice grew more resolute. “This family isn’t perfect. It’s tangled, it’s complicated, and it’s filled with relationships that defy explanation. But those relationships should be the glue that holds us together, not the storm that tears us apart.”

The room quieted slightly, the weight of Taemin’s words settling over them. He placed a hand gently on Kai’s shoulder, then turned to Jimin with an expression of unyielding love and understanding. “We don’t have to solve everything right now. But we have to stop this before we break what we’ve all worked so hard to build.”

Taemin glanced toward the mirror, which still hummed faintly with the residual energy of Darden’s retreat. He sighed deeply, his mind already turning to what might need to be done to bring Darden back into the fold. For now, though, his focus remained on the present, on steadying the foundation that felt perilously close to crumbling.

“Please,” Taemin said, his voice a quiet plea. “For the sake of this family

@ｔａｅｍｉｎ ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ @ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ *while I sat on the side, I listened to what you both spoke about I looked at my belly and rubbed it. Something was telling me this was going to be one hell of a ride. I looked at the three in the room and then I switched it to the fool who was trying to escape. I looked at how close he was towards the exit. Some place i should have been. How did I let darden get me back into this room? The room I needed to be going. I started to plan my escape.

It wasn't until i heard jimins anger and flames did I who was now right behind malik to leave the room. I was telling typhoon with a motion of my hand to leave and he shouldn't be there. I told him to leave, but when I noticed the flames of jimin. I moved towards them. But I looked down at myself and stopped.

Sighing I moved to stop taking myself back towards that of the wall* hyung... calm down. *i said to jimin and then watched at the burning of the olders stomach. I moved to lean from the wall about to step into the space but on top, jimin toned down and walked off. I rubbed my h ead and watched the other signing* this is a pain. *speaks to myself and then looked at darden.

This was a side i ain't ever seen on him. The pettiness and the same goes for jimin. Maybe this was more then I knew. I crossed my arms and then i looked at the two and then I shook my head to get out of the room. I needed to get out before dealing with these two one of us would be going into labor. I shouldn't be here. This didn't concern me. And it's not much i could do with these two in such state. speaking of that he was vulnerable. I was in the same boat with him.

I rubbed my head and gave the side of my head a rub. It was a small pain there and i needed the malik escape. But i wasn't afraid to leave. as i would just walk out. But my tracks halted as I heard the older speak* what? *i spoke out towards darden and then looked at jimin. Suddenly taemin walked through the portal and i moved closer to both of them. But i stopped as darden kept speaking* hyung, what is he talking about? *i asked jimin watching darden speak his words and threatened jimin before leaving. The shattered glasses in the room and throughout the house I looked at jimin when he turned to explain. But only thing was met with him was my fist to his face* how the hell could you?!

@ｄａｒｄｅｎ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵈᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿ you've gotten it wrong. It's your brothers fault. It's yours. It's mines. Whether you did what you ing did. He made his choice in the matter as well. You're standing here telling me that all that was on you? Now you sound like his whining when he's telling me she made him have with her. Stop covering for his . He is a big boy who need to have actions with his actions. kill the switch you big shadow. I-...

save the ing bull darden. I said get the out of my house. You're egging on about your love and your love and your flaws. We all have them and we've all gotten to deal with them.

Darden. I don't have anger towards you and i don't despise you. I don't even feel you to be disgust. Don't speak words into my mouth. You mimicking shadow.

*i thus listened to what you had to say and then i looked at the portal and then who's house it was but taemins. I raised a brow and then surfaced my attention back towards you. You continue to speak and I lightly grasped at who you sprung out. My attention went to the male that came through and then i listened to this bastard call me out with what happened with taemin and me* shut your mouth you filth. *i moved stepping closer to you once more* keep my out of your mouth. And i told you to leave my son out of your situation. Don't use him like im doing you a ing favor. You gave him up remember that.

*i watched you go through the mirror and with your sass. I hissed and then i watched as the glass shattered and then hearing the rest of my mirrors shatter with your threatening words. I felt the flame back into my hand as I clenched my fists* You are a damn idiot you damn moron. *i cursed you as you slipped away* i should have kicked his since he wanted to say i attacked his in the state he was in.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the glass and I rolled my eyes and moved to look towards that of taemin and I turned back towards kei* .... let me explain.

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@ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ This scene is a rich tapestry of emotional vulnerability, family dynamics, and internal struggle. Here’s a refined version that preserves the intensity of Darden’s confession and confrontation while streamlining the narrative for impact:

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Darden’s voice quivered, heavy with the weight of his emotions, as he finally addressed the storm of feelings swirling in the room. The words spilled out like a dam breaking, unstoppable and raw. “None of this is your fault, Jimin. None of it is Taemin’s, or Kai’s, or even Malik’s. It’s mine. My choices, my nature, my flaws. I opened my mouth, and now I’m standing in the wreckage of my own doing.”

He turned slightly, his gaze shifting to the mirror on the far wall. It flickered to life, showing fleeting images of Taemin’s home, his sanctuary. For a moment, the sight steadied him, but it wasn’t enough to ease the ache gnawing at him. “I am a shadow demon, an incubus by nature. My urges, my flaws, they’re written into my essence. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I’ve also done them with the same love that binds this family. And now, that love has torn everything apart.”

His voice grew quieter, more vulnerable, as he continued. “Malik and I—we’re not just brothers. We’re halves of the same whole, black and white, light and shadow. I’ve tried to step into the light, to live in this world outside of him, but it’s come at a cost. The cost of you, Jimin. The cost of Kai. The cost of this family.”

Darden’s hand moved instinctively to his belly, the unspoken truth of the life he carried there weighing heavier than ever. “These children—they’re Malik’s. And yes, I know how it sounds, how it looks. But it’s the truth. I can’t hide it anymore, even though I know it means facing this—your anger, your disgust. And I deserve every bit of it. I knew what I was doing, even if I tried to tell myself otherwise.”

Jimin’s words had hit like daggers, and Darden took them all without flinching. Each barb, each accusation, was a reckoning he’d long seen coming. But even as the verbal blows landed, a flicker of resolve kindled in his glowing white eyes. “I’ve praised you, Jimin,” Darden said, his voice low and steady now. “I’ve envied you. For your strength, for the way you’ve been there for Typhoon, for how steadfast you’ve been in your love. I could never take that from you. I wouldn’t. But don’t mistake me for being weaker because I’m standing here taking this.”

He looked back at the mirror, where Taemin’s reflection had appeared, watching him. The sight brought a lump to his throat. “I love this family,” Darden said, his voice breaking. “Even when I’ve broken it. I love you, Jimin. I love Kai. I love Malik, even when it makes no sense to love him as I do. I love Taemin, and I love the children I carry, even if they’re born of something that defies understanding.”

Turning back to Jimin, Darden’s voice hardened, though his tone remained calm. His glowing eyes seemed to brighten, their light deeper and more intense. “This is the first and last time I will let you speak to me like this,” he said, his voice carrying an undercurrent of authority. “I’ve taken every blow, every word, because I deserved it. But don’t pretend you’re without fault. Your choices—your children with Taemin—are no less complicated than mine. The difference is, I’m willing to take responsibility for what I’ve done.”

Darden straightened, his hand falling from his belly to his side. “Round one is yours,” he said simply. “I’ll give you that. But if the bell rings again, I’m putting my gloves back on.”

He turned from the room, his heart heavy but his resolve stronger than it had been in years. The mirror flickered again, showing Taemin stepping through the portal and into the house. Darden watched for a moment, the sight of Taemin and Kai in the distance stirring something bittersweet within him. But when he called for comfort, there was no answer. He wouldn’t let the hollow consume him—not this time. He had taken the blows, exposed his wounds, and now, all he could do was begin to heal. -But don't you ever Darden's eyes flickered almost like a crack of lightning similar to Typhoon all the energy flowed to his eyes they completely turned white as much as you care for Typhoon imagine my care for these children I will not deny being their parent don't you ever threatened my children again- only getting out of your house would be the least of your problems I assure you- Darden said deeply and with her tongue that assured him I had taken all that I can take and I let you beat me to a pulp -"you've won the battle jimin but threatened my unborn children again and I promise you you won't win the war"Darden stepped in the mirror Taemin had came out of and let it close sharply behind him the whole entire glass pane broke as if to make no one follow and also to dirty jimin's house with a spray of shattered glass so that he would know there was no emptiness to his threat other glass mirrors broke in the household shattering and cracking every glass surface and reflective surface in the household just a sample of how much Darden was holding back from that little threat

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