Faceless Existence; The love of the beast (Taekook)

Taehyung

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The days with Jungkook had become a symphony of shared moments, our connection a lifeline against the shadows that lingered. His resilience and vulnerability had woven threads of trust between us, a tapestry of compassion and friendship. But as the sun set on the horizon, casting long shadows across the castle grounds, a gnawing unease settled in my chest.

Jungkook's story was a haunting melody of pain and suffering, his cursed existence intertwined with heartache. His blindfolded eyes held a myriad of emotions, the weight of his past etched into the lines of his delicate features. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his tale than he dared to reveal.

We sat together in his room, a comfortable silence enveloping us. The gentle flicker of candlelight danced across his face, revealing the soft curves of his lips that masked hidden depths. "Jungkook," I began softly, "there's something you haven't told me, isn't there?"

He sighed, his shoulders sagging as if weighed down by the ghosts of his past. "There are things... things I can't bring myself to share."

"I won't force you," I assured him, reaching out to rest my hand on his.

His fingers curled around mine, his grip both tender and desperate. "You deserve to know. I just... I'm scared of what you'll think."

"You're not defined by your past," I whispered, my heart aching for the pain he carried. "I'll listen, if you're ready."

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on our entwined hands. "Before the curse, I lived in a village not far from here. I was cursed because of my father's sins, a legacy I never asked for. But... my curse carried another price, one that I never intended."

My heart clenched, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. "What do you mean?"

"Every time I ventured out into the village, tragedy followed," he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "Accidents, illnesses, deaths. I was marked as cursed, a bringer of misfortune. I stayed hidden to protect them from the darkness that seemed to follow me."

A chill ran down my spine, the implications of his words sinking in. "You mean... you unintentionally caused the deaths of those people?"

Tears glistened in his eyes, the weight of his confession devastating. "I don't know how or why. But the more I tried to shield them from the curse, the more it seemed to consume me. I became a pariah, feared and shunned."

My heart shattered for him, the weight of his burden almost too much to bear. I reached out, pulling him into a gentle embrace as he buried his face against my shoulder. "Jungkook, it wasn't your fault. You didn't choose this curse."

He clung to me, his body trembling as he allowed himself to release the pain he'd held within for so long. "I want to believe that."

"You don't have to carry this alone," I whispered, my fingers running soothingly through his hair. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

As the night deepened, the castle seemed to grow quieter, a stillness that was both comforting and unsettling. Jungkook's grip on me never wavered, his vulnerability a poignant reminder of the strength it took to bear his burdens.

Days turned into weeks, and our bond grew stronger. But as rumors began to circulate about Jungkook's presence in the castle, a sense of impending danger hung in the air. The higher court, driven by fear and prejudice, viewed him as a threat. I stood beside him, determined to protect him from the darkness that sought to tear us apart.

One evening, as the moon shone brightly overhead, a group of court members stormed into the castle, their expressions venomous. "You shelter a cursed one," their leader spat, eyes filled with scorn. "He's a danger to us all."