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The King's Gambit
Jeongguk's thumb gently brushed against Taehyung's cheek, lingering for a moment before retracting. The fleeting touch, light yet intense, sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine, a stark reminder of the unspoken tension that crackled between them.
"Before we talk," Jeongguk said, his voice low and controlled, the familiar authority tempered by a newfound softness, "there's something I want you to see."
Taehyung raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite the lingering apprehension.
"And where is that?" he asked, the subtle use of the title a small assertion of his own position within their developing relationship.
Jeongguk's lips curved into a subtle smile, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes.
"Down below. After the dungeons," he replied, his tone indicating that this was no casual sightseeing trip.
The dungeons held a certain weight of history, and this visit promised to be more than just a simple viewing.
Taehyung's brow furrowed slightly. The dungeons. Not exactly a place associated with pleasant conversations. Still, something in Jeongguk's tone, a certain intensity that bordered on urgency, compelled him to agree.
"Lead the way," he replied, his voice firm despite the subtle tremor of anticipation that he couldn't quite suppress.
As they descended the stiff, ancient stone staircase, the air grew noticeably colder, damper with each step.
The silence was broken only by the rhythmic thud of their footsteps, the heavy echo amplifying the tension between them.
Jeongguk paused at a landing, his hand instinctively reaching out. "Careful," he murmured, a slight concern lacing his voice, "these steps are treacherous."
Taehyung, however, with a fluid grace that belied his delicate attire, expertly leaped down the remaining steps, landing silently on the stone floor. He didn't need Jeongguk's help, his strength and agility a quiet testament to his warrior nature.
A low chuckle rumbled from Jeongguk's chest. "Impressive" he said, his voice laced with genuine admiration.
The unexpected display of strength, the silent assertion of her own power, had both surprised and pleased him, a welcome contrast to the ethereal beauty of the pastel tunic. The disparity between appearance and capability was intriguing.
They reached a heavy oak door, set deep within the dungeon walls. Jeongguk pushed it open with a powerful shove, revealing a long, dark corridor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something else... something metallic and faintly acrid.
"Beyond the dungeons," Jeongguk said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a stark contrast to the sudden authoritative push on the door, "lies the Dark Hall. This is not a place often visited."
The corridor opened into a large, cavernous chamber, dimly lit by scattered torches. The air hung heavy with an unspoken tension.
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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...
