Nine Tailed Fox and The Dragon (joongdunk fanfic)

Healing Touch

Joong reclined on the bed, feigning recovery from his supposed injuries, the mortal busied himself with tending to his needs. He brought a cup of water to Joong's lips, allowing him to sip slowly, his gaze filled with concern.

With gentle hands, the mortal ground some herbs in his house, expertly crafting them into a soothing gel. He applied it with delicate care to Joong's wounds, his touch soft and reassuring. But beneath the surface, his heart was heavy with emotion, tears welling in his eyes as he tended to Joong's injuries.

Unable to bear the sight of the mortal's distress, Joong felt a pang of guilt wash over him. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but feel remorseful for deceiving such a kind-hearted soul. Determined to lighten the mood, Joong cleared his throat and spoke softly.

Joong: "Do you have a name? I'm Joong."

The mortal hesitated for a moment, his expression clouded with uncertainty.Mortal: "I... I don't have a name. I don't know who I am. I just woke up from my sleep and found myself alone in the forest."

Joong furrowed his brow, pondering the mortal's words. Then, an idea sparked in his mind.

Joong: "How about I give you a name?"

The mortal's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded eagerly, a flicker of hope igniting within him. With a gentle smile, Joong leaned forward, ready to bestow upon him a name that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in both of their lives.

With a sense of purpose, Joong reached out, his hand resting lightly on the mortal's shoulder.

Joong: "From this moment forward, you shall be known as... Daonuea."

The mortal's eyes widened in astonishment, his lips parting in awe at the sound of his new name. It resonated within him, stirring something deep and profound.

Daonuea: "Daonuea... It's... It's perfect."

A sense of belonging washed over him, as if the name had been waiting for him all along, patiently hiding in the recesses of his soul.

Joong smiled warmly, a sense of satisfaction swelling within him. In giving Daonuea a name, he had not only bestowed upon him an identity but also forged a bond that would forever connect them.

As they sat together in the quiet sanctuary of the cottage, surrounded by the gentle glow of the evening light, Joong and Daonuea shared a moment of understanding and companionship. Little did they know, their destinies were now intertwined in ways they could never have imagined, bound together by the threads of fate and the timeless power of love.