Kim Taehyung, lord of a dragon clan on the brink of war, needs a healer, fast.
With no other choice, he forces a reluctant Jeon Jungkook to be his.
He says it's for the good of his people, but his dragon-half-and his heart-have other plans...
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Jungkook wasn't sure what he had expected after his first night with Taehyung. He knew Taehyung had to leave to fetch his men, but somehow it hadn't registered that it meant Jungkook would wake up alone.
He was sore in places he had never paid attention to, tired in a way he had never expected. A strange contentment he had never felt before had settled on him like a warm blanket, but there was no one to share the quiet moment with.
The place next to him in the overly large bed was empty and cold, with nothing but the faintest impression of a body and the lingering scent of warm skin to tell Jungkook that Taehyung had been there at all. He couldn't be sure, but this didn't seem like a normal way for someone newly bonded to wake up. Even though they had been bonded for less than a day and Jungkook was still uncertain about his opinion of Taehyung, he couldn't help but feel bereft, as if a part of him was missing.
His heart ached and he pressed a hand to his chest. If Taehyung were awake, wherever he was, he would know that Jungkook was thinking of him. Jungkook flushed and slapped his hands against his cheeks. This wasn't the time or the place to be acting like some moonstruck boy. He needed to prepare for when Taehyung returned with his wounded men.
He thought back to the worry in Taehyung's eyes when his scout had informed them that the men hadn't returned. He hoped they would return in time to be healed. He hoped he had the skill to do so.
Gingerly, Jungkook climbed out of the bed. But the second he tried to stand, he collapsed onto the floor. The bones in his legs seemed to have disappeared overnight. For the thousandth time, he pondered the limitations of his powers. Though he could heal most physical wounds, he could only sporadically alleviate soreness and fatigue. The injuries he had incurred from his night with Taehyung had healed, but he was still shaky from being held open in positions he wasn't used to.
It took him a few tries before he was standing again on unsteady legs. Jungkook felt rather like a fawn, newly born to the world. He wobbled over the wardrobe, bracing himself against the wall as he went, his steps mincing and small. He didn't think he was walking properly, given how sore he was in certain areas, but at least he was upright and mobile.
His reflection in the mirror next to the wardrobe caught his eye and Jungkook paused to study it. He looked like a man well-loved. There were kiss marks on his neck and torso, and Jungkook ran his fingers over them, remembering the feel of Taehyung's mouth on his skin. He blushed, pushing away the wave of desire that washed over him.
His nipples were still dark from Taehyung's attentions the night before and his waist, his hips, even his thighs still bore faint impressions of Taehyung's hands and mouth. His body hadn't bothered to heal these physical reminders of lovemaking and Jungkook wondered if his bond with Taehyung was at work, fighting against his healing abilities. How long would it take for them to fade naturally, Jungkook wondered. And would Taehyung be back to make more marks before they did?
