Dragon's Love (Jungkook ff)

♡ Chapter 51♡

"A Cerberus was founded by the emperor two weeks ago." Y/n found herself outside a cave, listening to someone else's conversation.

She was astounded by the magnificence of the surrounding nature. It wasn't the dull tunnel walls, the walls of the mansion she used to adore; the walls once were her entire universe.

It was something different. Unlike anything she had ever experienced, yet it seemed oddly familiar. 

Glancing around, she realized that it was the landscape where her father's mansion stood, but centuries before the ancestors of her generation built their mansion.

Y/n surmised that as time went on, the memories inside the cave have been buried beneath the feet along with it.

The voice was deep but smooth as the flow of water in a peaceful summer.

"The Cerberus? Did you mean the three headed hellhound, my love?" Another sweet voice, a female's, was heard this time.

Y/n peaked into the cave and found a long blond-haired man and a long black-haired beautiful woman who were wearing traditional-looking clothes, sitting on the ground of the cave in each other's embrace, where a lot of comfy-looking moss covered the floor.

"You need not worry, tiny dragon. You won't ever be found by them." The man with the blonde hair tenderly stroked the girl's hair.

Y/n took a close look at the girl. Her golden eyes were blazing with emotion, and it was evident. The girl's eyes were brimming with love for the man.

This was similar to how Jungkook's crimson eyes glimmered in her direction, changing color with his feelings. The thought of Jungkook made Y/n's heart sting.

Y/n realized that the girl was a weredragon. She was stunning.

"No weredragon can match the strength of the Cerberus. And you, as the High Priest of the country, should not protect a monster who is going to be eliminated." The girl sighed, looking into the man's eyes with tears on her own.

"Don't you dare speak about yourself that way," the High Priest warned, cupping the girl's cheeks and wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

He continued, "Or I will force you to drink a potion that will make you go around saying, 'Hello, I am the prettiest woman who ever existed and the High Priest's wife. Being the partner of a weredragon doesn't bother him. He doesn't give a shit about what others think." He said this with a smile, making the woman burst into giggles.

Then, as if struck by a bolt, he stood up and made a dramatic bow. "I apologize for my lack of words, my lady," he said before taking the girl's hand and placing a tender kiss on it.

It was as pleasant as the ringing of thousands of golden bells.

"You should have been a clown, not a priest," she said, giggling, and the High Priest laughed along with her, kissing her forehead.

"It's exhausting. Like, literally, yesterday a man came to me. He said he was a barber and wanted to confess something. I got scared for a second. But then he told me that a bald man came to his barber shop asking for a shave. But he was not only bald but also clean-shaven, so the barber shaved off the man's eyebrows, because that was the only thing left to shave. I am going to hell because I laughed. What am I supposed to do? I am human too.

That's not the only thing. Last Sunday morning, I was greeting my congregation at the church door after the service. A little girl came up to me and handed me a silver coin."

The High Priest said, covering his mouth.

"So, what happened?" the weredragon girl asked.

"I smiled and said, 'Why, thank you! But why are you giving me this money?' And—" He stopped.