Eternal Echoes: A love Reborn | Taekook oneshot AU

Eternal Echoes: A Love Reborn

The brutal war between the kingdoms of Eryndor and Valtoria had raged for years, a relentless clash that left both lands in ruin. The bloodshed and loss seemed endless until a fragile ceasefire was declared, a temporary truce to allow negotiations for peace. Yet, amidst the tenuous calm, tensions simmered like an active volcano, waiting to erupt.

Prince Taehyung of Valtoria stood at the edge of the grand hall, his expression a mask of cool indifference. His auburn hair fell in waves around his face, his sharp eyes surveying the opulence of Eryndor's palace with thinly veiled disdain. The enemy's territory was a gilded cage, and he, a lion among wolves.

Across the room, Prince Jungkook of Eryndor lounged against a pillar, his dark eyes fixed on Taehyung. The prince's presence was a thorn in his side, a reminder of every Valtorian soldier that had set foot on Eryndor's soil. His jaw clenched as he watched Taehyung, his anger barely contained beneath the surface.

The council meeting had been adjourned for the day, leaving the princes in an uneasy silence. Their respective entourages had left them alone, a decision neither prince was fond of but had no choice in. The tension was palpable, a thick fog that filled the room.

"You look uncomfortable, Prince Taehyung, Jungkook sneered, breaking the silence. "Is our palace not to your liking?"

Taehyung's gaze snapped to Jungkook, his eyes narrowing. "Your hospitality is as false as your kingdom's promises. I'd rather be on the battlefield than trapped in this pretentious cage."

Jungkook pushed off the pillar, stepping closer to Taehyung. "The battlefield? Is that where you think you belong? Amongst the blood and the carnage you've caused?"

"The carnage we've caused?" Taehyung retorted, his voice rising. "Your hands are just as stained with blood as mine. Don't pretend to be the noble hero here, Jungkook."

Their voices echoed through the empty hall, each word a dagger thrown with precision. The air crackled with anger, the heat of their argument intensifying with every passing second. Jungkook took another step closer, his breath hitching as he felt the magnetic pull between them.

"I've never claimed to be a hero," Jungkook growled. "But at least I fight for something real. What do you fight for, Taehyung? Glory? Power? Or is it just your insatiable desire to conquer?" Taehyung's lips curled into a bitter smile. "You know nothing of what I desire, Jungkook. You're too blinded by your hatred to see the truth."

Their faces were inches apart now, the space between them charged with a volatile mix of anger and something else, something darker and more primal. Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest, his breathing shallow as he fought to maintain his composure.

"I see more than you think," Jungkook whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I see the lies, the facade you wear. And I see the way you look at me, like you want to tear me apart and claim me as your prize."

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, the truth of Jungkook's words hitting him like a physical blow. He did want to tear Jungkook apart, but not in the way the prince might think. The anger, the hatred it was all a mask for the desire that burned within him, a desire he could no longer deny.

"Maybe I do," Taehyung admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Maybe I want to break you, to make you feel the same torment I've felt. Or maybe I just want to

know what it's like to have you." The admission hung in the air between them, a confession that changed the dynamic of their confrontation. Jungkook's eyes darkened, his breathing ragged as he closed the distance between them completely.

"Then do it," Jungkook challenged, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and lust. "Break me, Taehyung. Show me your true strength."

Taehyung didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed Jungkook by the collar, pulling him into a fierce, bruising kiss. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, their pent-up frustration and desire exploding in a heated frenzy. They stumbled back, hitting the wall with a thud, their hands roaming each other's bodies with desperate urgency.