❝𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃❞
In which a Royal concubine named 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 Vowed upon himself to demolish the Glorious kingdom of "Hena". Brutally Destroying each Royals especially the youngest prince 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠.
It's a story abo...
The gentle wind fluttered through the silk white curtains while bringing that gorgeous hood to reap down slightly from those silky black hair. Plump lower lip got bitten up by that row of white even teeth as a tiring huff left from the working prince. He has been sitting on his glorious bed and checking up some maps for a new upcoming small battle between the north side of the Hezaz region.
He has been thinking to attack a fort near the Debol sea of Hezaz but every war strategy was just making his head burst. So he agreed to have the most accurate thing and it was indeed a small break. With little no smile on his lips, the prince stood from his bed as the stunning hood of his royal clothing covered up his hair once again. A tiny hiss of course could be heeded from the male because his hips still ached when he attempted to walk quickly.
Taehyung left a deep sigh and soon found himself standing near his large isolated balcony. The royal garden and at a huge distance, the prince also noticed a little portion of the Sea. The breeze around him was directly coming from the ocean area and that was why it smelled fresh and kinda fictitious salty.
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"What a lovely day. The sun is shining brightly above and the aroma of the fresh blooming flowers is making me want to sing. To create a ballad dedicated to an unknown glamorous individual" Taehyung whispered to himself while he faced up towards the clear sky, eyes closed and heart racing at the heavenly peace he was having
"His highness"
That sweet yet deep voice echoed in his mind which caused the prince to snap out from his daze. That familiar honey-like voice and some flashes of a man with a bunny smile were ambushing in his dreams from a few nights. Whenever he tried to sleep, went to shower, or even looked at his marked body in the mirror, that commanding and candied tone in his memory always shunned him away from reality and took him back to that night. That cursed yet passionate night.
The prince rapidly shook and hit his head in frustration. He didn't know what was happening to him. He was thinking of jungkook and his rough touches, his controlling voice 24/7, whenever he get the opportunity to. Despite Taehyung having been despising the male for daring to take his manly pride away, he couldn't really stop his submissive side to get worked up.
Yes, it was the dilemma between being submissive and dominant.
As a man and also a royal, taehyung has always been dominating others with his Heavy stares, aura, words, or touches. Male concubines were just a way to have diverse fun he felt bored with female slaves. No, he wasn't a fuckboy because at that time having concubines and using them was a pretty normal thing. But the situation had changed after that condemned clash with jungkook.
Taehyung has encountered a new side of himself which he came to be frightened of. He couldn't understand that whether the submission he was feeling, was right or wrong. Moreover, he was seriously ashamed but he didn't utterly dislike it as well.
