Legends come alive in the heart of a dying city. One marked by fire. One marked by choice.
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The fire didn't burn.
Jungkook's boots struck the scorched stone of the courtyard, but the heat never touched his skin. The inferno that had devoured half the capital now swirled around him like a living thing—watching, testing, waiting.
And in its heart stood the man.
He turned slowly, robes trailing sparks, eyes gleaming like gold behind smoke. The sigil on his skin glowed brighter now, pulsing in rhythm with the flames.
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"You shouldn't be here"
the man said, voice low, lyrical—like the hush before thunder.
Jungkook
"I could say the same to you,"
Jungkook replied, hand still on his blade.
Jungkook
"The city is falling. You're the only one standing."
The stranger studied him in silence.
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"You bear no mark,"
he murmured.
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"And yet the fire lets you pass."
Jungkook
Jungkook’s jaw tightened.
“I don’t believe in marks. Or fate.”
A flicker of something—pain? Amusement?—crossed the stranger's face.
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"Then you are either brave… or cursed."
The flames coiled tighter.
imagine her as him
taehyung
“I’m Taehyung,” he said at last.
taehyung
“Last of the Fire-Wardens. The one they fear.”
Jungkook
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.
“The cursed Flame born.”
A pause. Then:
taehyung
“So they still tell that story.”
Taehyung raised his hand, and fire spiraled up his wrist like a ribbon.
taehyung
"Tell me, soldier with no mark—do you believe that love can kill?"
Jungkook hesitated.
Then his collarbone burned.
Not from the fire outside—but from within.
A faint light glowed beneath his armor. The shape of a flame, wrapping slowly… around a fractured star.
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