To The Edge Of The Sky| VMinKook

Chapter 23

Jungkook pov

"Let go!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest as I struggled against the strong grip of the large man. His fingers felt like iron bands tightening around my wrists, and no matter how much I pushed at his arms or twisted my body to escape, he only seemed to grasp me harder. The strength in his hold was overwhelming, and I could feel my heart racing as I fought against the mounting fear of being completely restrained. Desperation fueled my movements, but he remained unyielding, his expression unreadable as he held me in place.

"If you don't want either you or your baby to come to harm, then you need to remain perfectly still," he said with a menacing tone, his eyes locked onto my stomach. A cold wave of fear washed over me as I realized the lengths these men might go to. The gravity of the situation hit me hard; I was acutely aware of the potential danger that loomed, and my mind raced with terrifying possibilities. Every heartbeat echoed in my ears, amplifying my dread and leaving me frozen in place as I weighed the risks against my instinct to protect myself and my child.

"How long do we wait?" Daesung inquired, his voice low and edged with impatience. He ran his tongue across his lips, a gesture that betrayed his growing thirst for both the moment and the captivating man ensnared in his grasp. The beautiful figure squirmed, muscles tensing as he attempted to break free from Daesung's hold, eyes wide with a mix of defiance and allure. The air between them crackled with tension, each heartbeat a reminder of the precarious balance between desire and freedom.

Ji-Yong seamlessly transitions back into his human form, his bare feet connecting with the ethereal surface of the sky ground beneath him. The entire galaxy unfurls around him like a grand tapestry, stars twinkling in the infinite expanse, each shimmer a distant world brimming with life and mystery. A confident smirk spreads across his face as he gazes up, watching the first planet glide gracefully into alignment with the luminous moon, its silvery glow casting an enchanting light over the shifting cosmos. "Only six more," he muses to himself, anticipation thrumming through him. As he observes, the majestic galaxy begins to morph, deep, dark clouds cloaking the vibrant stars, hinting at the profound transformation about to unfold. The air thickens with suspense, charged with the promise of what is yet to come.

"We should get things moving; Ji-Yong's arrival could happen at any moment," Seunghyun urged, his voice urgent. 

"And we shall proceed with the rituals. Bring out the drums! Bang the rhythm of death! Let ring the ancient bell once again for another innocent sacrifice, and let the power of the great Lee Ulja be upon us." He-man rejoices in roar and laughter.

In the enchanting yet tumultuous kingdom of Euthora, the air is thick with the presence of dragon storms, where thunderous rumbles echo like the roars of ancient titans. The sky is painted with the striking silhouette of dragons, their massive wings slicing through the clouds, each beat resonating like the drums of war against the gates of the heavens. 

Jungkook, a witness to this magnificent chaos, finds himself drawn to his knees, his heart racing wildly in his chest, pounding like a war drum. The strength in his legs gives way, trembling beneath the weight of his fear and awe. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around his midsection, a protective gesture aimed not just at himself but at the fragile little girl who dwells within him, a part of his spirit that seeks refuge amidst this storm. 

"We're gonna be okay," he reassures himself, his voice shaky as the words escape his lips, desperately fighting against the tide of panic rising inside him. His hard Ji-Yong eyes gleam with determination, tinged with a fiery red as they reflect the fury of the dragons above. Each breath he takes becomes a struggle, the air thickening with tension as bone-chilling growls escape his throat, a sound that resonates with both fear and defiance against the majestic chaos that surrounds him.