A story of two boys. One who absolutely hates the idea of fated mates and one who absolutely adores the idea. What happens when the friends from childhood but separated by class and responsibilities are forced by circumstances, to become each other'...
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When Taehyung opened his eyes the next time, he found himself staring at an intricately carved and designed golden ceiling.
"Oh? So this is what Moon Goddess' paradise looks like." He wondered. He didn't know what he was expecting heaven to look like but he certainly didn't think it would look like the palace he grew up in.
Neither did he think he would feel weaker than when he was alive, which made him question if he even made it to heaven. What if he didn't qualify and instead was banished to hell?
He wanted to move his body and sit up, but his body was too weak to lift a finger to think of anything more ambitious than that. His body felt dense and heavy. Was he always this heavy? Or does gravity work differently in hell?
Well, at least his bed was soft and fluffy. He could live with that. No that won't be right. He was no longer alive. He could exist with that.
Amidst his contemplations about his existence in hell and the eternal torment hell dwellers had in store for him, he heard the creak of a bulky door opening.
Here comes his first tormentor. Taehyung prepped himself for what lies ahead.
"Tae? Taehyung? You are finally awake?" A familiar sweet voice greeted his ears. Why has his tormentor chosen the same voice as his special friend's voice to torment him? As if he didn't already miss the gentle smile of the alpha or his handsome charming face. Has his torment already begun? What a hell-fitting welcome, honestly.
He wanted to take a look at the tormentor but even the thought of lifting his head felt like a tiring chore. Feeling the bed dip beside him, he let his gaze fall from the ceiling onto the figure sitting on his left.
Outrageous! This was beyond cruel. His tormentor had even adopted that handsome pretty face, props to his tormentor for doing his job so well.
"You" he accusingly mumbled but regretted it instantly. His throat felt like it had been pierced with a thousand needles.
"Oh? Your throat must be hurting. Let me get water for you." The Jungkook look-alike monster softly offered. Oh, now he's playing nice too. Just heavenly!
The apparent tormentor gently cradled his head and helped him drink some water before helping him lay down back on the fluffy bed.
"Why do you like my Prince?" With a hoarse voice, Taehyung spluttered the first question that had been bugging him since he met the other.
The tormentor looked at him like he had grown two horns. "Why are you looking at me like that? The one that has horns is you! Where are you hiding them?" Taehyung thought, internally rolling his eyes.
After a moment of a comical eye lock, the tormentor finally answered, "That's because I am him. I am your best friend and prince, Jeon Jungkook."
Taehyung's eyes blew wide with shock. Was he not able to save Jungkook? Did they both die and end up in hell together? His mind raced with such thoughts. His eyes watered and tears rolled down his cheek with devastation.
