Nine Tailed Fox and The Dragon (joongdunk fanfic)

A Fateful Meeting

Joong stumbled in front of the cottage, his heart pounded with anticipation. With a twist of fate, the door swung open, revealing the breathtaking mortal standing before him. Pond observed from a distance, his keen eyes taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

Pond's POV: Wow, Joong was right. That mortal is definitely breathtaking. But why does his aura seem familiar?

Shaking off his thoughts, Pond decided to leave Joong to his mission, trusting in his friend's ability to handle the situation. With one last glance at the scene unfolding before him, Pond turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving Joong to face the mortal alone.

Meanwhile, the mortal rushed forward, concern etched on his handsome features.

Mortal: "Hey! Hey! Are you all right?"

Joong struggled to speak, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Joong: "I... I..."

Before Joong could utter another word, he feigned vomiting blood, causing the mortal's eyes to widen in panic.

Mortal: "Let me help you inside. Come on."

With gentle hands, the mortal helped Joong to his feet and guided him inside the cottage. Once inside, the mortal rushed to fetch a basin of water and a clean towel. Immersing the towel in the basin, he carefully began to clean Joong's wounds with a tender touch.

The warmth of the mortal's hands and the softness of his voice stirred something within Joong, a feeling he couldn't quite explain. As the mortal tended to his injuries with such care and compassion, Joong found himself drawn to him in a way he had never experienced before.

As the mortal meticulously cleaned Joong's wounds, Joong observed him closely, studying every detail of his features. He scrutinized the mortal's facial contours, his smooth skin, the depth of his eyes, the shape of his nose, and the softness of his lips.

Mortal: "Are you all right? Your wounds seem pretty serious."

Joong pretended to reply weakly, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his charade.

Joong: "I... I was traveling and happened to pass through the forest. I had a terrible fall and rolled down the slopes."

The mortal listened attentively as he continued to tend to Joong's injuries, his touch gentle and soothing. Suddenly, Joong reached out and grabbed the mortal's hand, his gaze locking onto his.

Their stares lingered for a moment, a silent exchange passing between them before the mortal shyly withdrew his hand. Joong, realizing his boldness, quickly released the mortal's hand and rose from the bed, bowing slightly.

Joong: "Thank you very much. I shall not bother you further. I will take my leave now."

The mortal watched as Joong prepared to depart, a pang of reluctance tugging at his heart. He wanted to ask Joong to stay, to offer him comfort and companionship in his time of need.

As Joong walked halfway to the door, he suddenly doubled over, pretending to vomit more blood. The mortal's eyes widened in alarm, and he rushed to Joong's side, helping him back onto the bed with gentle hands.

The mortal's concern was palpable as he hovered anxiously over Joong, his heart filled with a mixture of compassion and curiosity. Little did he know, their brief encounter would spark a chain of events that would bind their fates together in ways they could never have imagined.