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Fated; a #taekookau [a/b/o] Taehyung looks at the butler as the beta holds out the tray towards him. He looks at the small paper with disdain and resignation. He picks it up with a sigh. There are three lines on it. A location outside the capital. Time. The chosen name.
- alpha jjk/omega kth - fated mates - class difference - kind of morally grey - Historical royalty - angst with happy ending - there might be TWs idk at the moment but I'll add when/if needed - it's all fiction, step aside if it's not your cup of tea
Taehyung balls up the paper and throws it in the burning fireplace. “Tell Byul to prepare my horse,” Taehyung unties the robe he was wearing with the displeasure clear on his face, “and tell hyung that I shall not attend the court for two days.”
Taehyung goes to have a bath and then fills his leather satchel with clothes and some coins he might need on the journey. With another look at the fireplace, the omega leaves the palace.
The journey is the usual. The one he sets out on every six months. To meet his fated mate. Jeon Jungkook, or as he’s known all across their side of the world. The Butcher of the South. A name everyone in Taehyung’s side of the world knew.
The fearsome, faceless ghost of an alpha who everyone knew by the name ‘the butcher,’ but no one was familiar with the face because he was that impossible to catch. No one ever stayed alive to describe the notorious ‘Butcher of the South.’
Except for Taehyung. The prince of Ilsandong kingdom who was praised all across their side of the world for his brave and honest reign alongside his elder brother, Namjoon who was the elder brother, the crowned prince.
The Butcher of the South, Jeon Jungkook, is his fated mate. The one Taehyung is unwillingly tied to. A bond they both abhor and yet carry because there is no way around it. A bond they both run from and yet return to because the moon goddess chose them for each other.
So, every six months, the two mates decide a place to meet. Two nights together. They stay close enough for those two nights to feed the bond before parting ways.
Both of them never ask each other about the times they spend without each other. Both of them part ways with the hope that a miracle will happen and one day the bond will free them. The day is yet to come.
— Their time together is mechanical at best. Shared nest. Skin against bare skin. Eyes barely holding each other’s before sliding past. Fingertips dancing through long strands of hair. Ragged breaths pressed against each other’s mouths that steal moans and grunts simultaneously.
Two people in each other’s arms, filling up the drained energy the bond needs for the next few months. They part ways without a glance behind. Without a promise of meeting again.
Both of them hope that this is the last time. That there won’t be another and hope the bond weakens and yet, they return. One gives up before the other. Maybe Taehyung or Jungkook. They stopped counting who breaks first. Not necessary when they both feel the pain anyway.
— They never ask who warms their beds when they are away from each other. They never dwell on the fading or prominent marks on each other’s skin when they are bare for each other.
Jungkook lives a mysterious life with few of his trusted people and Taehyung is the prince. They both are not delusional or immature to think there aren’t others in their lives.
They never developed feelings for each other either. Their morals and values are different. If not for the bond, they’d be enemies. Even with the bond, they merely tolerate each other.
This time they part ways the same. Quietly climbing on their horses and sharing a last glance before going opposite ways from the inn where they met for two nights.
— “You’re quiet.” Taehyung looks over at Yoongi with a twitch of his lips, “I thought you’d love that. You hate when I ramble.” Yoongi looks over from where he is perched on the throne, one leg flung over the armrest as he reads, “that never stopped you before.”