||A Race Against the Rising Tide
The scent of Taehyung’s heat, a potent cocktail of vanilla and musky pheromones, clung to the air like a suffocating blanket. Jeongguk, caught in the throes of his own rut, felt the primal urge to claim his mate war with every fiber of his being. His wolf howled within, a frantic, needy sound that echoed the turmoil in his heart. But the image of Taehyung's fear, the raw vulnerability in his eyes, held him back.
He wouldn't touch him, not without consent. Not now.
The sight of Taehyung’s distress was a physical blow. He knelt beside his mate, the fire of his own rut burning fiercely within him, mirroring the torment etched on Taehyung’s face. Taehyung trembled, his eyes wide and unfocused, a storm of silver and blue swirling within their depths.
The scent of his heat, a potent mix of vanilla and musk, was almost overwhelming, a constant, agonizing reminder of the physical need that clawed at Jeongguk.
"Taehyung," Jeongguk whispered, his voice rough with unshed emotion. He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly above Taehyung’s arm.
The mere proximity sent a jolt of pure, electric heat through him, igniting the fire within. He retracted his hand, his jaw clenched, his muscles tense. He had to control himself. He had to.
Taehyung’s breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "It hurts… so much," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper. "Jeongguk…"
The sound of his name, laced with pain and desperation, was a physical blow. Jeongguk’s wolf snarled, a desperate, guttural sound that echoed the turmoil in his own heart.
The need to claim him, to comfort him, to ease his suffering, was a raging inferno, threatening to consume him.
"I know, Love," Jeongguk murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know." He fought back the urge to touch him, to hold him, to offer the comfort his mate so desperately needed.
He had to be strong. He had to protect Taehyung.
Jeongguk have to get Taehyung to safety. The secluded house on the hill, once the Jeon's family home, was the only place that came to mind. Isolated, private, a sanctuary where Taehyung could find peace and security during his heat.
With a surge of determination, Jeongguk scooped Taehyung into his arms. The contact was a searing wave of heat, a physical manifestation of his desire. Taehyung gasped, a soft sound muffled against Jeongguk’s chest, but he didn't resist.
The weight of his mate in his arms was both a burden and a comfort, a constant reminder of the responsibility he carried.
"Jeongguk…" Taehyung whispered again, his voice weak, his body trembling. "What… what's happening?"
"I know, Love," Jeongguk repeated, his voice low and soothing. "I'm taking you somewhere safe. Just hold on."
The run uphill was a blur of exertion and self-control. Every muscle screamed in protest, every fiber of his being yearned for the release that only Taehyung could provide.
The scent of Taehyung’s heat intensified with each step, a potent perfume that fueled the fire within him. But Jeongguk held back, reminding himself of Taehyung's fear, his vulnerability. He would not violate his mate's trust, not now, not ever.
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Ma Moitie
Fanfiction[TO BE REWRITTEN SOON] For nearly three centuries, Taehyung, a trueblood omega unlike any other, has lived a solitary existence in a forgotten palace hidden deep within the lost mountains. His immortality, a cruel gift of his trueblood heritage, is...
