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Weeks passed in a blink for Taehyung... Now, he was close to every dragon and spoke freely with them. But he didn’t feel the same as he did with the black one. He was trying to control his feelings, yet when the black dragon cared for him like he was the only one, Taehyung couldn’t help but develop feelings.
Will Taehyung accept that he likes the black dragon, even though he only loved his late lover? Or will he overcome his past and start a new life with new beginnings and new people? If he does overcome his past, will the black dragon accept him as his lover or life partner? Or what if he already has a dragon mate—maybe even a family?
Taehyung was lost in thought, not realising how deep he was thinking. His mind was filled with the black dragon... but why? Maybe his actions caught Taehyung’s attention daily, giving him déjà vu. But one thing was clear to Taehyung.
Tae: “Maybe I like him as a personality, nothing more. He does everything to help me… yes, he’s my friend and I like him,” he said to himself and stepped outside for some fresh air.
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵...
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People were gathered in the Royal Hall, planning something evil. Dang-mi, the King of Ilsan, had yet to arrive.
Everyone knew about the maid’s death, yet none felt sadness or anger at King Dang-mi. Instead, they felt proud and supported him. “They’re not even human.”
King Dang-mi entered the hall, sat on his throne, and looked over his people.
Dang-mi: “Any news about Taehyung?” he asked hopefully.
One of the members called someone in. A man in a black mask entered and bowed. The king nodded, signalling him to speak.
???: “Your Majesty, I saw Taehyung with a black dragon.”
Dang-mi stared at him like he’d kill him on the spot.
Dang-mi: “Do I look like a joker to you? How dare you lie to me for money?” he shouted.
???: “Please, King, believe me! I saw Taehyung with a black dragon!” he insisted.
Dang-mi still didn’t believe him.
???: “I will bring Taehyung back to the kingdom, Your Majesty. Please send soldiers for safety.” He pleaded.
Dang-mi thought for a moment, then nodded, still sceptical—he knew the Ilsan forest held many wild dragons, and no one had returned yet. Still, he gave the man a chance.
Dang-mi: “Guards, send seventy well-trained soldiers with him. Are you clear?”
Guards: “YES, YOUR MAJESTY.” They bowed and left.
The man continued bowing and thanked the king, who simply nodded.
???: “I’ll never disappoint you, Your Majesty.”
Dang-mi: “Let’s see.”
Dang-mi: “End today’s meeting and continue the search for Taehyung.” Everyone nodded and left.
Dang-mi headed to his chambers, frustrated. He hadn’t had s€x in weeks. He called the royal doctor, feeling feverish. He removed all his clothes, wore only a robe, and lay on his bed.
Soon, the lady royal doctor arrived. As she approached, Dang-mi’s eyes trailed her waist, which drove him mad with desire. She stood before him, checking his sweat-covered forehead.
Doctor: “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said politely—then Dang-mi ripped her clothes off. The doctor was shocked but said nothing, spreading her legs willingly. Dang-mi smirked.
Dang-mi: “Such a slt, aren’t you?” he growled, thrusting inside without prep, as always, moaning Taehyung’s name. The doctor ignored the name and moaned shamelessly like a slt.
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Night –
Taehyung slept peacefully in his room. Outside, the dragons were asleep—until the rain woke them.
The black dragon sat in silence, watching the rain. While others enjoyed it, he felt sad, haunted by memories. He walked around, hearing something moving, but found no one and returned.
He sat before the door, guarding Taehyung.
He thought about the human he found deep in the forest—the one he didn’t kill or hurt. He brought food daily, did everything for him, and felt no regret. He was shocked by his own actions, having only done such things for family before.
But Taehyung was different. The black dragon kept thinking about who this human reminded him of. He didn’t want to be hurt again. Once was enough—it still haunted him like a shadow. He refused to admit his feelings.
Yes, he had some feelings—“just a like”—but his heart couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t replace the one who owned his heart. He couldn’t cheat.
Tears flowed from the black dragon’s eyes. All he wanted was a warm hug—not from anyone, just his... He didn’t want to remember, couldn’t bear the pain. He missed someone so fu¢k*ng much.
He cried himself to sleep.
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The King paced in his chamber, unable to sleep. He wanted Taehyung. If he had him, the first thing he’d do was marry him—force him to be his. He craved him, calling it love, but it was just s€xu@l desire.
It had been two and a half months since Taehyung escaped Ilsan’s cell.
He entered his room and stared at Taehyung’s painting, running his fingers over it and smirking.
Dang-mi: “I’m waiting for you, darling.”
Dang-mi: “And I’ll marry you when you arrive. You know how long I’ve waited… I’ve been loyal to you for ten years, still waiting.”
He spoke to the painting, smirking—until a knock interrupted.
Dang-mi: “Yes?”
Guards: “Your Majesty, the royal doctor requests to see you.”
Dang-mi’s smirk turned into a smile. This “loyal” man claimed to wait for marriage but fu¢ked around like a manwhor€. That was his version of loyalty—yes, pure lOyAlTy.
Dang-mi: “Send her in.”
And soon, that “pure loyalty” was fu©ked like a shameless manwhor€, moaning Taehyung’s name while the real sl*t begged for more.
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