Tales That Fell Out of My Pocket
Whisper of fate
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Kingdom of Aurenya
Jeon Jungkook's Realm
The banners of Solis fluttered under a cold, silver sky — a sea of black and crimson, marked by the sigil of a phoenix rising from ash.
At the heart of the obsidian-crowned castle lived Crown Prince Jeon Jungkook — the last True Blood Alpha, heir to an ancient bloodline feared and revered.
Jungkook was perfection carved in flesh: black hair falling like shadows over blade-sharp eyes, power coiled beneath his skin like a sleeping beast. He moved through the halls like a storm barely restrained.
Jungkook's life was forged in discipline:
No dreams.
No softness.
Only strength.
Only war.
kingdom of Varyndor
Kim Taehyung's Realm
Across the cursed valley, under a bleeding red moon, lay the Kingdom of Varyndor — a realm veiled in ancient secrets and bloodstained magic.
Once ruled by his parents, now ruled by their silence, Prince Kim Taehyung grew up amongst shadows and prophecies.
Taehyung learned the golden truths of survival:
Love is dangerous.Trust is betrayal.Power is everything.
Taehyung was a creature of beautiful menace:
Elegant. Dark. Untouchable.
An Elite Enigma, gifted with forbidden arts, he roamed the haunted gardens of Varyndor , reading ancient stones that whispered secrets of a destined rival.
A name began to haunt him:
Jeon Jungkook.
The one he would fight.
The one he would crave.
Destiny murmured it.
Obsession promised it.
And from that moment, Taehyung didn’t want to rule the world.
He wanted to own Jungkook.
.The twin moons hung low in the sky—one silver, one blood-red—as if the heavens themselves were torn between light and shadow.
On the borders of Aurenya, where the forest of Duskveil met the forbidden ridges of Varyndor, time stilled. The air trembled, laced with the scent of steel, smoke, and old magic. Here, nothing moved without purpose. No one wandered without cause.
Jeon Jungkook, Crown Prince of Aurenya, walked alone among the ruins of an old battlefield—his breath curling like frost in the night air, sword strapped to his back, and his power hidden beneath layers of restraint
His black cloak billowed behind him, stitched with phoenix feathers from his ancestral sigil, catching the moonlight like fire trapped in silk.
He had no reason to be there.
Except something had pulled him. A whisper. A shadow. A dream that wasn't his.
He tightened his jaw. He didn’t believe in fate. But something in this cursed place made the blood beneath his skin hum with recognition. Magic pulsed in the bones of the earth, and deep within, so did a warning.
Cloaked in black velvet and midnight silk, standing beneath the withered tree that had once marked the center of the dead battlefield, was Kim Taehyung, Crown Prince of Varyndor.
For a moment, silence stretched between them—unblinking, unbreathing. Time cracked like glass.
Jungkook’s gaze was sharp, full of steel and judgment. A soldier’s eyes. A ruler’s eyes.
Taehyung’s were worse. Warm. Distant. Obsessed. Like he already knew Jungkook, as if he’d lived a thousand lives waiting for this moment.
Jeon Jungkook
"You’re trespassing," *said coldly, hand twitching toward his blade.*
Kim Taehyung
* Tilted his head, unbothered* "Am I? Or are you lost, Prince of Fire?"
Jeon Jungkook
"Don't call me that."
Kim Taehyung
"I’ll call you what I like." * pause. A smirk * "You’re even prettier up close."
Jeon Jungkook
* Eyes narrowed * "Are you flirting or threatening?"
Kim Taehyung
* Stepped closer, boots silent over the dead leaves * "Both. Maybe."
Jeon Jungkook
"You’ve crossed into Aurenyan territory. Give me one reason not to kill you where you stand."
Kim Taehyung
"Because we’re not so different, you and I." *voice was low, velvety, dangerous *
Kim Taehyung
"Because I’ve seen you before.
Kim Taehyung
because of prophecy and blood. Because fate says our stories are woven together. And because—"
Taehyung stepped even closer, close enough that Jungkook could see the faint glimmer of rune marks dancing like shadows across Taehyung’s throat.
Kim Taehyung
"—I’m not afraid of you."
Jungkook drew his blade in one smooth motion, cold silver gleaming beneath the moons.
Power exploded from his body like wildfire. The air burned. The earth cracked. True Blood Alpha. Untamed. Unmatched.
Taehyung didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile widened.
Kim Taehyung
"Beautiful," * whispered* "Now do you see it? You’re not like them either. You feel it too."
Jeon Jungkook
"I feel nothing," * growled *
Kim Taehyung
"Then why haven’t you struck me down?"
Jungkook froze. His grip tightened.
He hated everything Taehyung stood for. Varyndor was darkness. Deceit. Magic soaked in blood. His father had told him to never trust a Varyndorian—especially not a royal. But standing there, facing this prince, felt different.
It felt like standing at the edge of something terrifyingly infinite.
Jeon Jungkook
"You’re cursed," * hissed * "Whatever magic binds you—I’ll cut it down."
Taehyung’s smile vanished.
Suddenly the air went cold.
Dark tendrils of magic slipped from his fingertips, coiling around the broken roots like serpents. His eyes, once honey-warm, now glowed violet with ancient power.
Kim Taehyung
"You think I’m cursed?" he whispered. "I was born in shadow, raised by ghosts, taught by a kingdom that forgets how to love. But you… you’re cursed by duty. You wear your crown like chains."
Jeon Jungkook
"And yet I walk free."
A gust of wind howled between them, sharp as a blade. Taehyung’s magic clashed against Jungkook’s aura like waves crashing against a burning cliff.
The night groaned with the weight of their power.
They could’ve destroyed each other.
But something held them back.
Call it destiny.
Call it madness.
Taehyung reached forward, fingers brushing the edge of Jungkook’s blade.
And Jungkook didn’t stop him.
Kim Taehyung
"You dream of war," * he murmured * "I dream of you."
Kim Taehyung
"Why? Because it scares you?"
Jeon Jungkook
"Because you don’t know what I’ll become if you push me."
Kim Taehyung
"I’m counting on it," *whispered*
And then, like a ghost, he stepped back, disappearing into the shadows without a sound—only his scent lingered: smoke, secrets, and obsession.
Jungkook stood alone once more, sword still raised, breath uneven.
He didn’t understand what had just happened.
All he knew was this: nothing in his life had ever shaken him like those few stolen minutes beneath the moons. Not battle. Not pain. Not prophecy.
And that terrified him more than any war ever could.
Back in the obsidian halls of Varyndor, Taehyung stood before the mirror in his chambers.
His fingers brushed the place where Jungkook’s blade had hovered—just an inch from his throat. A phantom wound. A promise unkept.
He stared at his reflection. Dark curls. Dark eyes. Dark hunger.
Kim Taehyung
"You’ll be mine," he whispered to the night.
Kim Taehyung
"And if I must burn kingdoms to claim you… so be it."
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