Fated; a #taekookau [a/b/o] Taehyung looks at the butler as the...

- 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
“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.”
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.
A bond they both run from and yet return to because the moon goddess chose them for each other.
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.
They part ways without a glance behind. Without a promise of meeting again.
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.
“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.”

