||Lingering Heat,
Quiet Thanks
The morning sun, pale and hesitant like a shy lover, cast long shadows across the dusty floorboards of the old Jeon house. Dust motes, disturbed by the faintest of breezes, danced in the weak light filtering through the grimy windows.
The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of Taehyung's heat, a cloying sweetness that now seemed oddly distant, replaced by a quieter, more introspective stillness.
Venus sat beside Taehyung, her presence a comforting warmth against the lingering chill of the previous night's events. Her aura, a gentle shimmer of light and compassion, radiated outwards, a soothing balm against the emotional turmoil that still clung to the room.
Taehyung stirred, his eyelids fluttering open like the wings of a newly awakened butterfly. He blinked against the soft light, his vision slowly clearing, revealing the faded floral pattern of the bedsheets, the aged wood of the furniture, the overall sense of quiet decay that permeated the old house.
He felt… fragile, the echoes of his heat still resonating in his bones, a dull ache that mirrored the emotional turmoil he was still processing. His body ached, but the exhaustion was a welcome respite from the overwhelming intensity of the previous night. The lingering scent of his own heat clung to him, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he had experienced.
"Where… am I?" he whispered, his voice rough with sleep, a mere breath of sound in the quiet room.
Venus smiled gently, her eyes filled with a knowing understanding. "Safe, Taehyung," she replied, her voice a soft melody. "You're in the old Jeon house. Jeongguk brought you here."
The words hung in the air, simple yet profound. A wave of emotion washed over him – relief, a profound sense of gratitude, and a deep, unsettling vulnerability.
The relief was immediate, a physical release of tension as he realized he was safe, protected. The gratitude followed close behind, a warm tide of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.
And then came the vulnerability, a raw, exposed feeling that left him feeling strangely exposed and fragile.
"Jeongguk…" he began, the name catching in his throat, a single syllable heavy with unspoken meaning.
Venus's eyes held a wealth of unspoken understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken weight of the night's events. She didn't rush to fill the silence, allowing Taehyung to process the wave of emotions that were crashing over him. Then, she spoke, her voice soft but firm, each word carefully chosen.
"He carried you here, Taehyung. He was in his rut, battling his own overwhelming desires, yet he wouldn't touch you without your consent. He summoned me and Thana the moment he'd gotten you settled. He fought his instincts, his own desperate needs, to protect you."
Taehyung's heart ached. The image of Jeongguk, battling his own primal urges to keep him safe, filled him with a mixture of awe, tenderness, and a dawning realization of the depth of Jeongguk's feelings.
He hadn't expected such selflessness, especially given their complicated history, a history marked by both intense attraction and frustrating misunderstandings. He hadn't fully grasped how deeply Jeongguk cared, how much he was willing to sacrifice for his well-being. The picture of Jeongguk, struggling against his own desires, was vivid and incredibly moving.
He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat, choking back the emotion that threatened to spill over.
"He… really did that?" he whispered, the simple statement feeling inadequate to express the enormity of his feelings.
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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...
