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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Confused, Jungkook followed the guard from the room, rubbing his shoulders with his hands as he walked. He had only been down the path they were on once before, when the King had brought in a soldier from another clan and ordered Jungkook to heal him. Jungkook had heard later that the King had kept the soldier in perfect health long enough to extract the information he wanted. Then the soldier had been killed. Jungkook had felt sick for days and he could only hope this latest prisoner would fare better.
Jungkook heard him before he saw him. An ear-splitting roar echoed down the stone hallway, the rage in the prisoner's voice clear and unfettered. A blast of fire shot from the barred cell as they approached, and one of the King's guards fell through the open cage door in an effort to escape. From inside the cell came shouts of "Hold him down!" and "Get back!"
Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm, goosebumps raising on his arms. The prisoner the King wanted him to heal was capable of transforming into a dragon. He didn't know how he would possibly be safe facing an injured and enraged dragon. Just then, another soldier was smashed against the bars of the cell, only to crumple to the floor, knocked unconscious by the dragon's tail.
The dragon's shining silver tail.
Jungkook ran the rest of the way, skidding to a halt just outside the cell door. He clung to the bars, his legs weak with relief, with happiness, with trepidation. It was Taehyung. He was injured, had been for hours, by the look of his wounds, but it was him and he was here, with Jungkook. Happiness coursed through him even as he cataloged the injuries on Taehyung's hide, tracking every spot of dried, black blood, every tear and cut in Taehyung's skin. As he thrashed, warding off the soldiers, barely healed cuts re-opened, sending trickles of new, bright red blood running down his sides.
"Taehyung?" Jungkook whispered. He could barely hear his own voice above the din in the cage. But Taehyung heard him nonetheless. His ears perked up and he lifted his head, his piercing blue gaze meeting Jungkook's across the cage. His claw slashed out and shoved two more soldiers against the stone wall of the cell and in the next breath, he was scrabbling forward, his talons digging into the stone floor as he tried to reach Jungkook. Jungkook felt his heart thumping madly in his chest.
The thick black chains around Taehyung's arms and legs held fast, taut against his straining muscles, groaning under the force of his pulling. Taehyung whined deep in his throat, the sound tearing through Jungkook's chest and his muscles unlocked. He almost fell as he ran to him.
"Taehyung! Taehyung!" Jungkook repeated his name, desperate hands grabbing for Taehyung's head, hugging his snout to his chest. Taehyung keened, the sound high and sad as he nudged Jungkook with his nose, his claws closing around him. Jungkook couldn't get close enough, couldn't feel enough of Taehyung's smooth hide under his hands as he ran them over his jaw.
