Because You Deserve to Be Chosen

Because You Deserve to Be Chosen

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Last published Thu, Jan 15, 2026

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[FETUS WRITING] [A TAEKOOK FANFICTION] In the snowbound north, where exile clings like frost and the hearth has long gone cold, Prince Jungkook arrives alone - unguarded, unwelcome, and unafraid. He comes not with an army, but with a proposal. Not of alliance, but of marriage. Taehyung, once a fierce general now cloaked in disgrace and silence, wants nothing of the crown - and even less of a fairytale. But Jungkook isn't offering salvation. He's offering something quieter. Gentler. A chance to be chosen. As snow falls and fire crackles low, two lonely men - one cast out, one overlooked - begin to navigate the fragile space between duty and desire. But in a house built of stone and silence, love must grow slowly... or freeze before it ever has the chance to burn.

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