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Kumiho // Yoongi

TW // Emperor Yoongi, thief Yoongi, kumiho legend, shapeshifters, selfcest, anal fingering, anal penetration, mentions of violence, vore/gore

***DO NOT READ IF SQUEAMISH OR EASILY DISTURBED. This is based off Korean folklore.***

Most of the empire was terrified of him, and rightly so. Emperor Min was a vicious and violent man, one you would hear diabolical rumours of but dare not question the validity of them. Perhaps out of disbelief, but mostly out of fear; fear that they were indeed correct.

The Emperor relished in it, bathed in the fear like it were a finely aged liquor. Fear gave him his throne, and fear will keep him on it.

Emperor Min sat atop his throne, leg crossed over and lip resting on his finger as he watched with intensely focussed eyes; two guards were dragging a man into his chambers, his head bowed and wrapped in a tatty blindfold. His bare feet dragged across the floor, not even bothering to try and steady himself. The Emperor may have thought the man were already dead, if it weren't for the smirk on his face.

The guards threw him to the floor at the bottom of the steps leading to Emperor Min's throne, taking place either side of the man and bowing to their king. Min nodded slightly, a signal to them both that they may speak.

"A common thief, your highness. He was found attempting to break into the maid's quarters."

The criminal sat himself up on his knees, in no rush to impress. That same smirk on his lips was infuriating Emperor Min.

He stood up suddenly, reaching beside him without a glance at all to pick up the sword his staff held out for him, swiping it out of its casing with a quick metallic twang. He stomped down the steps and lay the tip of the blade flat on the criminal's shoulder.

"Why do you smirk at your predicament, thief? Are you unaware of your impending death? Do you not know whose palace you attempted to break into?" he spat. The criminal laughed but said nothing. Min's blood boiled. How dare he...

"You think this amusing? You will lose your head. Guard, allow him his sight. Let him take one final look at his king before his head rolls down the palace steps."

One of the guards stepped forward without hesitation, untying the knot and revealing the man's face in full. He threaded his fingers through his black hair and snapped his head back; the criminal was no unable to hide

Emperor Min froze, his grip on his sword loosening enough for the heavy metal to clang to the floor. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, the sight before him surely witchcraft.

The man on his knees – the criminal – bore a startling resemblance to the Emperor. Those same lips as his, jawline, nose, eyes, right down to the long scar on his right eye; a wound he had acquired in battle. The only difference in them was their hair. Emperor Min's was long, regal and almost white. And this man's was short, black as midnight and messy.

But every other detail was exactly the same.

"What are you...?" he whispered below his breath, the criminal continuing to smirk as he held eye contact with the Emperor. He stayed silent, the quiet unnerving all of the palace staff in the room. Emperor Min crouched in front of him, studying the tiny details of his face over and over in his head.

He had never been frightened before, never been rattled but this... This chilled him to the bone.

"Get out," he growled, staring into the eyes of his identical counterpart. The two guards leapt into action, hooking their arms under his and beginning to drag him away again for execution by another hand. But Min stopped them.