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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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𝒴ℯℴ𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑔 ∾
𝒯he archive room smelt like mould and old wet newspaper. Many floors below ground level, the only light was the orange glow emitted from candles and lanterns, and overpowered by the smell of burning wax, the air was not only dank, but humid and reeking of smoke that had nowhere to go other than to hang in the stacks.
'Fuck,' Yeosang sighed. Surrounded by piles of mismatched paperwork all in need of being boxed into chronological order and filed in the archives accordingly, he was almost drowning in paperwork. He was all bar boxed in with the tall shelves of books and boxes of pre-archived information, and with only a small passageway into his little private corner of hell,he wondered how it would feel to just die there, surrounded by appalling papers, proof of the disgusting deeds of the Council, and his father.
Aggressively tugging on his tie to loosen it, he undid the top few buttons of his shirt and un-cuffed his sleeves, pushing them to his elbows. There was no one around to see him, anyway.
Or at least that's what he'd thought...
'Fancy meeting you here.'
Startled by the sudden presence of another voice, he stood up, walking out of his prison cell of papers.
'Why, you must have done something pretty unforgivable to end up down here,' the voice almost purred.
And judging by the almost alluring tone of voice, he assumed that it had been someone he had seen at dens before, who was familiar with his mannerisms outside of work.
He was surprised however, to find that instead, it was a voice that belonged to the Elf from the kitchenette... The one he'd enjoyed tormenting... Tremendously...
Jaemin, he remembered vaguely.
The Elf was dressed similarly to that day, but eliciting a far more confident air to his personality, and it sparked his curiosity.
'You don't like answering many of my questions, do you?' The Elf asked, idly reaching out and trailing a finger along a dusty shelf, making his way towards him. He prodded his tongue into his lips as he moved, stalking like a cat with seduction sparking in his eyes.
It made him tilt his head, reading him with curiosity and amusement as he saw the daring woven within his skin. 'Why, I see you have become far more audacious. What is it exactly that you are hoping for?'
He watched the Elf bite into his lip for a moment, before letting it pop out, plush and puckered. He looked him clean up and down, before boldly coming to stand directly in front of him, poking a finger flirtatiously into his chest. 'That's not fair. You didn't answer my question first.'
