CHAPTER 11 TO 20 || BOUND AND TORN BY PROPHECIES

 

 

Chapter 11: The Edge of Despair

Yoongi didn’t wait. He couldn’t. His body moved before his mind could process the fear clawing at his chest. His heart pounded so violently it hurt, his breath came in frantic, uneven gasps, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

The world around him blurred as he sprinted through the uneven path, his feet slipping against the dirt, his legs screaming in protest, but none of it mattered. Only one thought echoed through his mind like a deafening roar.

Jungkook.

He had to reach him.

Bam ran beside him, barking wildly, his own panic evident in the way his ears flattened and his tail stood stiff. The dog could sense it—the danger, the fear, the desperation.

As Yoongi neared the hut, his voice cracked as he screamed, “Jungkook! Jungkook, answer me!”

Silence.

His stomach twisted violently as he reached the door. It was open. His hands trembled as he stepped inside, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him.

The hut was in ruins.

The small wooden table had been knocked over, the bed covers were strewn across the floor, baskets lay overturned, their contents spilled everywhere. It was as if a storm had torn through their home.

“Jungkook…” Yoongi’s voice was barely a whisper now, raw and broken.

Bam sniffed the ground frantically, his barks turning to whimpers as he searched for his master. His tail was tucked, his ears twitching in every direction, desperate to find a familiar scent.

Yoongi’s mind spiralled into chaos.

Had the villagers taken him? Had they… had they hurt him?

Or worse—

No. No, he couldn’t think that way. He had to stay calm. He had to find him.

Shoving his fear aside, Yoongi turned on his heel and ran out of the hut, his eyes darting around for any sign of where they had gone. That was when he saw it. A small group of villagers, mostly elders, walking toward the mountains.

His breath hitched.

No.

No, no, no, no—

Without a second thought, he bolted after them.

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The moment Yoongi reached the cliffside, his world shattered.

Jungkook stood at the very edge, his body weak, barely holding itself upright. His wrists were bound tightly, the thick ropes biting into his skin. His clothes were torn, stained with fresh blood. Bruises and wounds covered his body, deep and ugly, marking every inch of him like cruel reminders of his suffering. His head was bowed, his chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths.

He looked lifeless.

No.

Not like this.

“Jungkook!” Yoongi’s voice cracked, pure desperation lacing his tone as he rushed forward. He fell to his knees beside him, his fingers immediately fumbling at the knots that bound his wrists.

But before he could loosen them, rough hands yanked him back.

“Are you insane?” A villager hissed, holding him down. “He is the reason for all of this! He’s the curse that’s killing us!”

Yoongi thrashed against their hold, his nails digging into the dirt as he fought to reach Jungkook. “You’re the monsters! Not him! He’s done nothing to you! I lived with him all these years, and nothing happened to me. How can you call him a monster just because of eye colour? Not all humans have to look the same.”

Bam lunged, his sharp teeth sinking into the arm of one of the villagers. A loud scream echoed through the cliffside as the man stumbled back in pain, momentarily freeing Yoongi from their grip.

“Hold them down!” another villager shouted.

More hands grabbed Yoongi, shoving him back forcefully. Bam was restrained, his barks turning into furious growls as he fought against the ropes tying him down.

Jungkook lifted his head at the sound of Bam’s distress. His eyes—those breathtaking eyes, one as dark as the abyss and the other as deep as the ocean—met Yoongi’s.

And they were empty.

“Let them go,” Jungkook rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “They… they have nothing to do with this.”

The villagers exchanged uneasy glances before murmuring amongst themselves. Then, as if coming to a final decision, one of them stepped forward.

“They’ve been with him too long,” the old man said. “They’ve been cursed, too. If we don’t get rid of all of them, the village will never be free.”

Yoongi’s blood turned to ice.

“No,” Jungkook whispered, his body trembling violently. “No, no, no…”

His voice broke as Yoongi was dragged beside him, their fates now intertwined in the cruellest way possible.

Bam thrashed wildly against his restraints, his barks echoing through the mountains, but no one cared. No one listened.

Jungkook watched, helpless, as Yoongi struggled. He wanted to fight, he wanted to break free, but his body wouldn’t move. He had no strength left.

This was it.

His death was inevitable. He had accepted that much. But Yoongi and Bam… they were never supposed to be part of this. They were his light, his family, his only happiness. And now, because of him, they were going to die.

A deep, unbearable ache twisted in his chest.

Maybe… maybe this was all he was meant to be. A curse. A burden. Maybe death was the only way to end this. Maybe death would be kinder to him than life ever was.

The wind howled around him, whipping his hair across his face, the cold air biting into his torn skin. He closed his eyes, feeling it, embracing it.

For the first time in his life, he felt free.

He sent a silent prayer to whatever gods might be listening. If rebirth was real, if he had another chance at life, he wished to be born as someone normal. Not cursed. Not a monster. Just… someone who could live without being hated for simply existing.

And if fate was kind enough, he wished to meet Yoongi and Bam again. In another life, in another world, where they could be happy.

With that final thought, he let go.

Without a hint of hesitation, the villagers shoved them over the cliff’s edge.

The wind roared in their ears as they fell, weightless, plummeting toward the darkness below. For the villagers, it was a victory—a celebration of cleansing their home from the wretched curse that had plagued them for years. They cheered, embracing one another, convinced that good fortune would finally return to their land.

Rain would come, crops would flourish, and the village would be at peace once more.

They had rid themselves of the demon.

The curse was finally gone.

Or so they believed.

 

 

Chapter 12: The Chosen One

The grand halls of the palace trembled under the hurried steps of a man and a woman, their presence as commanding as the storm that brewed beyond the castle walls. Their faces remained composed, but their eyes—burning with an untamed fire—betrayed the panic lurking beneath their carefully honed exteriors. They were rulers, leaders of their kind for nearly a thousand years, yet at this moment, their thousands of years-old practiced calm was on the verge of shattering.

They were about to lose the only hope to save their people.

The moment they reached the chamber reserved for royals, the guards stationed outside straightened, swiftly pulling open the grand double doors. “Your Majesties,” one announced, bowing deeply as they stepped inside.

The royal physician and his assistants stood in a disciplined line, their heads bowed low. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the quiet tension of those desperately working to keep fate from slipping through their fingers.

“Which one of them is the chosen one?” the king’s voice rang out, steady yet laced with an unspoken urgency.

Their most trusted guard, General Alaric, a man who had pledged his life to their service, stepped forward. He gestured toward a boy lying unconscious on a grand bed, his fragile body covered in bruises, some wrapped in layers of fresh herbs and bandages. His chest barely moved with each shallow breath he took.

The queen clenched her fists at the sight, her sharp nails digging into her palms. “He is a human,” she hissed, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “And his own kind treated him like this?”

The air in the room crackled with the weight of her words, and even the experienced healers flinched at the venom in her tone. The anger radiating from her was nearly tangible, the wrath of a mother seeing her child brutalized. Though he was not hers, he was chosen. That alone made him one of them.

The king’s gaze hardened as he took in the boy’s state, but his eyes then flickered toward the other unconscious figures in the room. “And the other one? A boy… and a dog?”

General Alaric hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “They were thrown off the cliff together, Your Majesty. When we found them, their scents were intertwined. They must have been protecting each other in their final moments.” He took a measured breath. “We decided to save them all rather than risk separating the chosen one from the ones he holds dear. It may ease his awakening… and the cur—”

The king raised his hand, silencing him immediately. The general bowed his head in deference, awaiting further orders.

The king’s gaze darkened. “Are you certain he is the chosen one?”

General Alaric straightened, his voice unwavering. “Yes, Your Majesty. The Seer received the vision, and we departed immediately. But by the time we arrived… they had already thrown him from the cliff. We had no time to waste. We retrieved him and returned as swiftly as possible to ensure his survival.”

A deep hum rumbled from the king’s throat. “You’ve done well.” His sharp gaze flickered toward the healers. “Tend to them. Ensure their survival.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel, leaving the chamber with his queen beside him. Their long robes flowed like rippling shadows behind them as they made their way toward their private quarters, the heavy burden of fate pressing against their shoulders.

Once they entered their chamber, the queen finally broke the silence. Her voice was quieter now, hesitant—uncertainty laced with fear. “He is a human… and a boy.” She turned to face the king fully, her usually unwavering confidence faltering. “And he reeks of the other one’s scent. What if he is not pure anymore? What about the second prophecy What if we have lost everything?”

The king, ever composed, reached for her hand, his touch grounding. “If the almighty chose a human, then there is a reason,” he said firmly. “We must trust the will of fate. Our waiting is over. He is here.”

His fingers tightened around hers. “Our kind will be blessed again. Our salvation has arrived.”

The queen inhaled deeply, her heart still troubled but soothed by his certainty. She nodded. “Then we must ensure he survives.”

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Meanwhile, within the depths of the royal physician’s chamber, Jungkook lay unconscious, utterly unaware of the significance of his existence. He was unaware of the panic, the desperation, the hope that clung to every being in this palace.

He was unaware of the whispers that spoke of his name—the savior, the protector, the salvation of an entire race.

Once, he had been treated as a curse, thrown to his death by the very people who should have protected him.

And now, strangers were fighting to save him, running through corridors, preparing potions, weaving ancient spells—doing everything in their power to keep him breathing.

What was he? A curse? Or a salvation?

The answer remained buried in the depths of his unconscious mind, waiting for the moment he would finally awaken.

 

 

Chapter 13: Awakening in the Unknown

Darkness.

It surrounded him, swallowing every ounce of light, every whisper of sound. Jungkook floated in the endless void, weightless, lost. Was this death?

Then, a voice. Distant. Muffled. Calling his name.

“Jungkook… Wake up.”

He tried to move, to follow the voice, but his body was frozen—trapped in the suffocating nothingness. His limbs refused to respond, his chest felt tight, as if bound by invisible chains.

“Wake up, Jungkook… Open your eyes.”

The voice was clearer now, filled with desperation, laced with warmth. A bark followed, familiar and urgent. Bam.

Yoongi.

They were here. He wasn’t alone.

Jungkook tried to call out, but no sound left his lips. His throat burned, his voice stolen by the void. Was he dreaming? Was this some cruel illusion? He could hear them, but he couldn’t reach them.

“Try harder, Jungkook!” Yoongi’s voice echoed louder, demanding, almost pleading. “Open your eyes!”

Bam barked again, encouraging him in his own way.

With every ounce of strength left in his battered soul, Jungkook forced himself to move. His body resisted, his eyelids too heavy, but he fought against it. He had to wake up. He had to see them.

Slowly, painfully, his eyes cracked open.

Blinding light seared into his vision, and he winced, immediately squeezing them shut again. Pain. It flooded through his body, wrapping around every nerve, every muscle. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to exist.

“Take your time,” Yoongi’s voice softened, the sharp desperation melting into relief. “Just try again, slowly.”

Jungkook swallowed, his throat raw and dry, but he listened. After a moment, he forced his eyes open again—this time slower, allowing the light to settle in, allowing his mind to adjust to the sensation of being awake.

The first thing he saw was Yoongi’s face hovering above him, filled with worry, his dark eyes searching his own for something—assurance, maybe. Bam stood beside the bed, tail wagging just slightly, ears perked, as if waiting for confirmation that Jungkook was truly there with them.

A weak, barely-there smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. They were safe. They were together.

And god, how much he loved them.

Yoongi exhaled deeply, his shoulders finally relaxing. “You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered before reaching for something beside the bed. A cup. Water. “Here, drink.”

Jungkook tried to lift his arms, but the moment he did, sharp pain shot through him. He hissed, body tensing, and Yoongi was quick to react.

“Don’t move too much,” Yoongi warned, gently bringing the cup to his lips, tilting it just enough for Jungkook to take a sip. The water was cool, soothing, easing the burning in his throat.

After a few slow gulps, Yoongi set the cup aside and carefully helped him sit up, adjusting him against the headboard with slow, practiced movements. Jungkook winced, pain radiating through his body, but he let himself lean into the support.

Silence settled between them for a moment before Jungkook finally spoke, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“Are we dead?”

Yoongi blinked, then huffed out a breath that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. “No, you idiot.”

Jungkook frowned slightly. “But… we were thrown off the cliff.”

Memories flooded his mind all at once—the villagers, their cruel hands pushing them toward the edge, the wind swallowing his scream, the sensation of falling, the crushing despair of knowing they were going to die.

Yet here they were. Alive.

“Someone must’ve saved us,” Yoongi said, voice thoughtful. “I don’t know who, but when I woke up, we were here. We’re bandaged, so someone definitely treated us.”

Jungkook took a shaky breath, letting his gaze wander around the room for the first time. And for a brief moment, he forgot about the pain.

The chamber was unlike anything he had ever seen. The walls were made of polished stone, intricate patterns carved into the surface, shimmering faintly under the soft golden glow of beautiful chandeliers. The designs held small flames between them, casting mesmerizing reflections across the grand space. Jungkook had never seen anything like them before. To him, they were just very beautiful lanterns.

The bed he lay on was too large, too elegant, draped in silk sheets that felt foreign against his skin. There were large curtains on the far side of the room, and beyond them, he could see faint traces of light beginning to creep into the sky. Dawn.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “This place… This isn’t a normal village.”

Yoongi followed his gaze, then nodded. “I thought the same thing. No human village could build something like this.”

Jungkook’s grip on the blanket tightened. “Then… where are we?”

Yoongi exhaled slowly. “I don’t know. But whoever brought us here, they didn’t let us die.” He glanced toward the door. “The sun will be up soon. Maybe when it’s fully morning, we can go outside and look around. Or maybe whoever treated us will come back to check on us.”

Jungkook swallowed, nodding slightly. “And if we’re still alive… maybe we can ask them if we can stay.”

Yoongi hummed. “Maybe. If they’re kind enough, maybe they’ll let us have a place to live. A piece of land. A home.”

A home.

Jungkook let the word settle deep in his chest, something fragile, something hopeful.

He had never had a place where he truly belonged. But maybe… just maybe, this time would be different.

 

 

Chapter 14: Eyes of Fate

Jungkook and Yoongi continued their quiet conversation, their voices hushed as if afraid to disturb the stillness of the grand chamber. Yoongi had returned to his own bed, lying on his side, but his sharp eyes stayed fixed on Jungkook, making sure he was truly okay.

Meanwhile, Bam had curled up on Jungkook’s bed, his warm body sprawled over the thin blanket, offering silent comfort. Jungkook absentmindedly ran his fingers through Bam’s soft fur, the steady motion grounding him in this unfamiliar place.

“This whole situation is strange,” Yoongi murmured, staring at the ceiling. “Whoever brought us here must have a reason. No one would go through this much trouble for nothing.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, though his mind was still swimming with unanswered questions. “I just don’t get it… Why save us? Why not just let us die?”

Yoongi scoffed. “Don’t say things like that, idiot. You may be reckless, but you don’t deserve to die.”

Jungkook chuckled weakly at Yoongi’s blunt words, but before he could respond, a sudden noise made both of them freeze.

The heavy chamber doors swung open abruptly, revealing a group of figures standing in the doorway.

But what sent chills down their spines wasn’t just the sudden intrusion. It was their eyes.

Glowing.

Brilliant green, shimmering like crystal under the dim light, almost too unreal to be human.

Without a second thought, Yoongi shot out of his bed, placing himself between Jungkook and the intruders, his body tense and ready to fight if needed. At the same time, Bam leaped up, his fur bristling as he bared his sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He stood protectively on the bed, his stance firm, his eyes locked onto the strangers as if daring them to take another step forward.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was frozen in place, his fingers still gripping the fabric of Yoongi’s clothes tightly. His heart pounded violently against his ribs. What was happening? Who were these people?

The tension in the room was suffocating, a silent battle of wills unfolding in the charged air.

Then, one of the figures stepped forward—an older man, dressed in long robes that signified importance. His eyes, though glowing, held no hostility. Instead, they flickered with something closer to relief.

The man turned slightly, nodding toward the guards who had accompanied them. Without hesitation, one of the guards hurriedly exited the chamber, his steps quick and purposeful.

Jungkook swallowed hard. “W-Who are you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of his fear and uncertainty.

The man, seemingly the head of this group, finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “You are safe here. There is no need to be afraid.”

His words did little to ease the tension in Yoongi’s stance or Bam’s low growls, but at least they weren’t attacking yet.

The older man then turned his attention to the door as hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. Within seconds, the guard who had left returned—but this time, he was not alone.

Two figures entered the room, and instantly, the air grew heavier. Power radiated from them, an unspoken authority in their presence.

A man and a woman, dressed in regal attire, their expressions unreadable yet commanding. But it wasn’t just their aura that struck Jungkook and Yoongi like a bolt of lightning.

It was their eyes.

The king and queen stood before them, their gazes sharp, analysing every inch of the two humans before them. But when their eyes landed on Jungkook, something shifted in their expressions.

Recognition. Relief.

Jungkook felt his breath hitch. Because staring into the queen’s eyes—those piercing blue irises, deep and endless, glowing with an otherworldly light—felt like looking into a mirror.

One of his own eyes… looked exactly like theirs.

Yoongi stiffened beside him, his own realization settling in. He glanced between Jungkook and the rulers, his mind racing.

Before either of them could speak, the queen took a small step forward, a soft smile gracing her lips. “You’re very protective of each other,” she observed, her voice smooth and warm. “It seems you’re even closer than we thought.”

Jungkook gripped Yoongi’s sleeve tighter, his uncertainty still weighing heavily on his chest.

Noticing their defensive stance, the queen continued gently, “You have no reason to fear us. We mean you no harm.”

Yoongi hesitated before speaking, his voice cautious. “I’m Yoongi… and this is Jungkook. And Bam.” He gestured toward the dog, who was still tense and growling softly. “What is this place? Are we… are we dead?”

The queen let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “No, child. You are very much alive.” She straightened slightly. “This land is called Drakoria, the realm of dragons.”

Jungkook and Yoongi both stared at her, their expressions frozen in pure shock.

“Dragons?” Yoongi repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

The queen nodded. “That is correct. And we are their rulers.” She gestured toward the man beside her. “I am Queen Luria, and this is King Caelum.”

The king, stoic and unreadable, gave them a small nod, his composed gaze never leaving Jungkook.

Jungkook felt his mind spin. Dragons? A kingdom of dragons? How was that even possible?

Yoongi slowly turned to him, eyes questioning, as if asking—are you one of them?

Before either of them could voice their thoughts, the queen let out a soft, amused laugh. “You two are quite adorable,” she mused. “It has been far too long since I’ve spoken with young ones.”

But her expression faltered, sadness flickering across her face for the briefest moment before she masked it with a polite smile once more.

“I can see the questions in your eyes,” she continued, her voice gentle yet knowing. “If my eyes are blue, and I am a dragon… then what does that mean for Jungkook, whose eyes are just like mine?”

Silence filled the room as the weight of her words sank in.

Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest. The answer to that question… could change everything.

 

Chapter 15: Awaiting the Truth

A week had passed since Jungkook and Yoongi regained consciousness, and nearly twenty days since they had arrived in this mysterious palace.

Twelve days. That was how long they had been unconscious, their bodies fighting for survival while time slipped away unnoticed. The day the king and queen visited, they had urged them to rest, promising that once their health improved, they would meet again and provide the answers they sought.

Since then, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Bam had remained inside their chamber, never once stepping beyond its grand doors. Even Bam—who was usually full of energy, always running around—had stayed close, refusing to leave Jungkook’s side.

Their meals were delivered promptly, always fresh and carefully prepared. It was nothing like the simple meals they used to eat back in their village. Every dish was rich, filled with flavours they had never tasted before. It was overwhelming, almost too much.

Every morning, the royal physicians arrived, checking their wounds, changing their medicine, and assessing their progress. They would quietly work, their glowing green eyes watching them carefully before leaving just as silently. Even their baths were arranged in the connected bathing chamber, with warm water already drawn and soft towels prepared for them. The maids assisted when needed, ensuring they didn’t strain themselves.

It was a strange feeling. For the first time in their lives, they weren’t struggling to survive. They weren’t cold, starving, or in pain. They were treated with a level of care that neither of them had ever known.

And yet, despite everything, neither Jungkook nor Yoongi could relax. The kindness, the luxury—it all felt like too much. Too unfamiliar.

Were they truly safe here, or were they merely prisoners in a golden cage?

Despite their uncertainty, today was different. Today, they were finally going to meet the king and queen again. And not just them—

The only blue-eyed dragon.

The one who would finally give them answers.

The one who would reveal the truth.

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They were escorted through the palace halls by a group of silent guards, their glowing eyes unreadable as they led them forward. The journey felt endless, each step taking them deeper into a place that felt more like a dream than reality.

The palace was breathtaking. The walls were carved with intricate patterns, dragons twisting and curling into endless designs. Golden chandeliers hung from the towering ceilings, their crystal-like structures holding small flames that flickered like captured stars. The floor beneath them was impossibly smooth, polished to a mirror-like sheen.

Jungkook and Yoongi walked in stunned silence, their heads turning at every new wonder. It was overwhelming—too grand, too unreal. They had never seen anything so beautiful in their lives.

Then came the stairs.

A grand staircase stretched before them, carved from what looked like shimmering obsidian, polished so perfectly that it reflected their images as they walked. The railings were shaped like dragon tails, curling in elegant spirals, detailed with such precision that they almost looked alive.

Jungkook swallowed hard. “This place is insane…”

Yoongi nodded slowly, his wide eyes flickering with disbelief. “It’s… too much. This can’t be real.”

Neither of them had time to process their surroundings fully before they arrived at their destination—a vast open balcony-like area positioned at the very edge of the palace.

One entire side was open, revealing a view that made Jungkook’s breath catch in his throat.

The palace stood at the very edge of a towering mountain, overlooking an endless stretch of sky and clouds. The drop beyond the balcony was terrifying—so deep that even the remains of someone who dared to fall would never be found.

Jungkook’s grip on his clothes tightened. “If we fall from here… we’re done for.”

Yoongi swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. “Yeah. Let’s not do that.”

But unlike them, Bam was absolutely thrilled. The large dog perked up, tail wagging excitedly as he sniffed the fresh mountain air. His paws tapped against the smooth floor, his excitement barely contained. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, eager to explore every corner of the grand palace.

Jungkook let out a breath, shaking his head slightly. At least someone was enjoying this.

Then, his gaze shifted to the centre of the balcony.

There, seated on elegant sofas crafted from dark wood and embroidered fabric, were the king and queen. Their posture was poised, regal, but there was an unmistakable air of patience about them as they waited.

They had been expecting them.

Jungkook and Yoongi stepped forward, their footsteps light against the stone floor. The moment they did, it felt as if the air itself had stilled.

The queen gestured toward the seats across from them. “Please, sit,” she said gently, her voice carrying a regal warmth. “You need not stand.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before cautiously leading Jungkook to sit. Bam, after a curious sniff of the area, settled at Jungkook’s feet.

The king, his expression composed but observant, leaned forward slightly. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice deep and steady.

Jungkook glanced at Yoongi before replying. “Better… I think.” His voice still held uncertainty.

The queen nodded in understanding. “Good. You have both endured much. Your bodies needed time to heal.” She folded her hands in her lap, her blue eyes piercing yet kind. “Today, we will tell you everything. The truth you have been waiting for.”

Yoongi inhaled sharply, his hands clenching against his knees. Jungkook swallowed hard, his heart racing.

This was it.

The moment everything would change.

 

 

Chapter 16: The Hidden Truth

Jungkook and Yoongi sat tensely across from the king and queen, anticipation thick in the air. Bam curled up near Jungkook’s feet, his ears twitching as if sensing the gravity of the moment. The queen's blue eyes held them in a steady gaze, her expression calm yet solemn. The king, composed and authoritative, finally spoke.

“Our kingdom, Drakoria, has existed far beyond the time humans have walked the earth. Our ancestors ruled over our kind since the very beginning, protecting and guiding the dragons who call this land home.” His voice was deep and steady, each word laced with centuries of wisdom. “For millennia, we have kept our kingdom hidden from humans, watching from the shadows as your kind grew and spread across the world.”

The queen continued, her voice softer but equally firm. “Although many legends and myths circulate about our existence, we have never interfered in human affairs. It was a decision made long ago—to protect both our kind and yours.”

Jungkook and Yoongi exchanged a glance, processing the weight of the revelation. They had always heard of dragons in stories, feared as monstrous beings of destruction or revered as divine creatures. But to hear it confirmed from the rulers themselves was overwhelming.

“Unlike humans, all dragons are born with crystal-green eyes,” the queen went on, her gaze unwavering. “But the royal bloodline is different. Only we are born with sapphire blue eyes—an unmistakable mark of our lineage.”

Jungkook’s heart pounded. His mind flashed back to the moment he first saw the queen’s eyes, how eerily similar they were to his own. He clenched his fists, waiting for her to continue.

She did. “When a royal dragon chooses a mate, after their first mating, their partner’s eyes turn blue as well. It is a sacred bond, unbreakable, signifying their status as a royal consort.”

A chill ran down Jungkook’s spine. The idea of a creature’s very essence changing due to a bond was unlike anything he had ever known.

“There is more,” the king interjected. “Among the royal offspring, only one child inherits the blue eyes. That child becomes the rightful heir to the throne.”

Silence stretched between them as Jungkook and Yoongi processed everything they had heard. Yoongi frowned, deep in thought, before asking, “You said dragons don’t give birth in human form. Then… how do they reproduce?”

The queen smiled faintly. “Dragons lay eggs in their true form. Unlike humans, our children do not develop inside us. Instead, our eggs remain dormant until they are ready to hatch.”

Jungkook tilted his head, confused. “Then… when do they hatch?”

The king’s gaze darkened slightly, but he answered. “Eggs hatch only once—the day a royal couple mates for the first time.”

Yoongi and Jungkook froze. Yoongi blinked, then leaned forward in disbelief. “Wait… if that’s the case, then that means…”

Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You two… are over a thousand years old?”

The queen let out a light chuckle, a glimmer of amusement breaking through the seriousness of the moment. “Yes. A lot more than that. Last time eggs hatched two thousand years ago.”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped, but his reaction quickly turned playful as he added, “But… you don’t look old at all. You’re probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

The king raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused yet warning smirk. “Careful, young one. She is mine.”

Yoongi laughed sheepishly, raising his hands in surrender. “No disrespect, Your Majesty. Just stating the obvious.”

Jungkook, however, was still lost in thought. Something about their words didn’t sit right. “If eggs only hatch once, thousands of years ago…” He trailed off, piecing things together. “Then everyone in this kingdom is… at least two thousand years old?”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed, realization dawning on him. “That doesn’t make sense. If your first mating is the only way eggs hatch, that means even if you had more eggs now, there wouldn’t be another royal to hatch them.” He paused, his voice quieter. “Wouldn’t your kind have gone extinct by now?”

The air grew heavier. The queen’s faint smile faded, and the king’s expression turned unreadable. A flicker of something—sadness, perhaps—passed through their features.

Jungkook and Yoongi both stiffened.

Something was wrong.

The king exhaled slowly before nodding. “You are right,” he admitted. “That was only half of the truth.”

A tense silence followed.

“The process we described applies to common dragons,” the queen explained. “For them, once their eggs are laid, they remain dormant until the time is right. However… royal dragon eggs are different.”

Jungkook swallowed, his heartbeat picking up. “Different how?”

The king leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto Jungkook’s. “Royal eggs do not need to wait for a millennium to hatch. Under the right conditions, they can be fertilized and hatch within a month or two.”

Jungkook and Yoongi sat up straighter, a newfound hope sparking within them.

Yoongi crossed his arms. “Then that means… you have other children? They must be grown by now, right?”

Jungkook nodded, his expression brightening slightly. “If that’s the case, they should be old enough to continue your lineage. Then there’s no issue, right?”

But instead of confirming their assumptions, the royal couple remained silent.

The hope that had started to bloom in their chests quickly crumbled.

Jungkook’s throat tightened. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

The queen lowered her gaze, while the king’s jaw clenched.

Yoongi, always the one to push forward, spoke carefully. “Your Majesties… what happened?”

The sorrow in their eyes was unmistakable.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

And whatever it was…

It was about to change everything.

The king and queen slowly stood, their regal presence still commanding as they turned toward the grand hallway leading deeper into the palace. The queen’s voice was soft but firm as she spoke. “Come with us.”

Jungkook and Yoongi hesitated only for a moment before rising to their feet, exchanging an uncertain glance. Bam, sensing the shift in the air, stood as well, staying close to Jungkook’s side.

Without another word, the royal couple began walking, their footsteps echoing through the vast halls. Jungkook and Yoongi followed behind them, each step bringing them closer to whatever truth lay ahead.

And with every step, the weight of the unknown pressed heavier on their shoulders.

 

 

Chapter 17: The Awakening

The grand hall stretched endlessly before them, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns lining its polished walls. Jungkook and Yoongi followed closely behind the king and queen, their footsteps barely making a sound against the smooth marble floor.

Neither of them spoke, the weight of unspoken questions pressing heavily on their chests. The air itself felt charged, as if something significant—something life-changing—was waiting for them beyond the doors they were approaching.

Finally, the royal couple stopped before an ornate set of doors, their surface carved with intricate designs of dragons intertwined with celestial symbols. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, unlike anything Jungkook or Yoongi had ever seen.

With a gentle push, the queen opened the doors, revealing a chamber unlike any other.

Jungkook and Yoongi stepped inside, their eyes widening in awe.

The room was vast, yet unlike the elegantly furnished chambers they had seen before, this one held no furniture—no grand tables or chairs, no luxurious drapes or bookshelves. Instead, the floor was covered in polished stone, with the only noticeable object being a thick, plush mattress at the very centre of the chamber. It was encased in a uniquely designed frame embedded into the ground, its golden edges reflecting the soft, ethereal light that filled the space.

And resting upon that mattress were two magnificent eggs.

One was deep blue, its surface smooth and shimmering under the soft glow of the chamber’s light. The second was pristine white, equally elegant, held carefully within another golden frame.

They were mesmerizing.

It was like a scene pulled from a fairytale—something too perfect, too unreal to exist in the world they knew.

As Jungkook and Yoongi stood there, taking in the breathtaking sight, the air around them seemed to shift, thickening with an energy neither of them could explain.

Then, without warning, Jungkook’s body went rigid.

His eyes glazed over, his expression blank, as if something had stolen his very consciousness. Before Yoongi could react, Jungkook stepped forward, his movements slow but deliberate, almost as if he were being pulled by an unseen force.

“Kookie?” Yoongi called hesitantly, but there was no response.

Jungkook continued forward, his steps unhurried yet unyielding, his entire being locked onto the deep blue egg resting upon the mattress.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” Yoongi’s voice grew louder, tinged with confusion and concern, but it was as if Jungkook couldn’t hear him.

The queen’s breath hitched, her hands clenching as she watched the scene unfold before her. The king’s expression remained unreadable, though his eyes darkened with deep contemplation.

Jungkook reached the eggs, standing before them as if entranced. Slowly, almost reverently, he extended a hand and gently caressed the surface of the blue egg with his fingertips.

A single whisper left his lips.

“Taehyung.”

The moment the name was spoken, a brilliant glow erupted from the egg.

The entire room pulsed with energy, a soft but distinct heartbeat echoing from within the shell. It was faint, but undeniably real—a living presence responding to his touch.

A heartbeat.

As if not wanting to be left behind, the white egg suddenly pulsed with the same energy, its own soft glow radiating from within. Another heartbeat.

The air vibrated with an unseen force, the sheer magnitude of what was happening sending a shiver down everyone in the room.

And then—

Jungkook collapsed.

His body crumpled without warning, his consciousness slipping away as he fell onto the mattress, half his body resting against the soft fabric, his head dangerously close to the glowing eggs.

“Jungkook!” Yoongi shouted, rushing forward, his heart hammering in his chest.

Bam barked loudly, the sound sharp and panicked, his tail stiff as he moved closer to his fallen master.

The queen, whose blue eyes had shimmered with unshed tears at the sound of the heartbeat, was the first to react. She inhaled sharply, her momentary shock giving way to urgency. “We need to get him out of here.”

Yoongi barely registered her words as he knelt beside Jungkook, shaking his shoulder. “Jungkook, wake up! What the hell just happened?”

But Jungkook remained still, his breathing steady but shallow, his face peaceful yet alarmingly pale.

The heartbeat within the eggs slowly began to fade, their glow dimming until they returned to their dormant state.

The king, who had been silently observing, exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on the eggs before shifting to Jungkook. His expression, though still composed, held something almost like relief.

Then, without hesitation, he strode forward, effortlessly lifting Jungkook into his arms.

“Come,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “We must take him back.”

Yoongi, still breathless from the shock of what had just happened, exchanged a glance with the queen, who nodded in agreement. He swallowed hard before hurrying after them, his mind swirling with endless questions.

What just happened to Jungkook?

Why did the eggs react to him?

And more importantly—

Who—or what—was Taehyung?

As they left the chamber, the golden doors closing behind them, the silence that followed felt heavier than ever.

 

 

 

Chapter 18: Bonds and Revelations

The chamber was filled with silence, thick with tension and unspoken emotions. Jungkook lay unconscious on the bed, his face calm yet unnervingly pale. Yoongi sat beside him, his hands tightly clasped together, worry etched into every line of his face. Bam, sensing the unease, had curled up beside Jungkook, resting his head gently over his master’s stomach, his eyes filled with silent concern.

The king and queen stood a short distance away, watching with composed yet deeply contemplative expressions. Yoongi wasn’t sure what to say or do—everything had happened so fast, and now he was left with nothing but uncertainty.

“He is fine,” the king finally spoke, his voice steady but reassuring. “He will wake soon.”

Yoongi exhaled slowly, his shoulders slumping slightly in relief. He trusted them—at least for now—but the worry in his heart wouldn’t fully disappear until Jungkook’s eyes opened again.

A small pause filled the room before the queen hesitated, then gently asked, “Yoongi… I must ask—how are the two of you connected?”

Yoongi stiffened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden question. He glanced at Jungkook, still unconscious, then back at the queen. There was something in her gaze—curiosity, but also an unmistakable warmth.

“Tell me everything,” she continued softly. “From the very beginning.”

Yoongi knew he had no choice but to answer.

Taking a deep breath, he began to recount their story—the story of two boys who had suffered too much yet somehow found a way to survive together.

He told them about Jungkook’s birth, how his mother had died moments after bringing him into the world. How his father had gone missing a few days later, leaving him orphaned and alone. He described how the villagers feared Jungkook for the way his eyes were different—one dark as the abyss, the other the color of a crystal-clear ocean. They called him cursed, a bad omen, something to be avoided. And as if to prove their cruel beliefs right, everyone Jungkook loved was taken away—his grandmother, the only one who cared for him, had died when he was only five.

He told them how Jungkook had survived, how he had learned to fend for himself in a world that wanted nothing to do with him. How he had worked tirelessly, fishing in secret, tending to his small field, and living off the scraps left behind by villagers who pitied him but didn’t dare get too close.

And then, he told them how they met.

How Yoongi had been lost, wandering alone after leaving his own village, seeking a place to survive. How he had fallen into the river and nearly drowned, only to be pulled from the water by Jungkook’s fishing net. How Jungkook, despite having so little, had brought him into his home, cared for him, and shared the little food he had.

From that day forward, they became each other’s only family.

They had struggled together, grown together, and protected each other. Yoongi had taken over the market sales, ensuring that people paid fairly for the fish Jungkook caught, while Jungkook continued to work tirelessly to provide for them. They had built a life, one where they didn’t need anyone else—because they had each other.

But the villagers never stopped seeing Jungkook as a curse.

When he had turned twelve, whispers had begun—darker, crueller than before. People feared that when he reached adulthood, his supposed curse would bring ruin to the village. And so, when his eighteenth birthday neared, they decided to get rid of him once and for all.

“They threw us off a cliff,” Yoongi said, his voice quieter now, laced with anger and bitterness. “Me, Jungkook, and even Bam. Just like that. As if we were nothing.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching. “We’re not related by blood, but we’re family. Jungkook has always treated me like an older brother, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be for him.”

A deep silence followed Yoongi’s words.

The king and queen remained still, their expressions unreadable. But something in the air had changed—something heavy, something dark.

The queen, whose eyes had softened with emotion, slowly stepped forward. She reached out, gently running her fingers through Yoongi’s dark hair in a soothing gesture.

Her touch was so warm, so motherly, that Yoongi nearly flinched. It was unfamiliar. It was foreign. He had never known a mother’s touch.

“He is not a curse,” the queen murmured, her voice filled with an unshakable certainty. Her gaze flickered to Jungkook’s peaceful face before she continued, “He is our salvation.”

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat as she knelt beside him, looking at Jungkook with an expression so full of relief and something deeper—something painful.

“He will save us from extinction,” she whispered, as if speaking to herself more than anyone else. “And what those humans did to him… is something that will never be forgiven.”

Yoongi swallowed thickly, overwhelmed by the raw emotions radiating from her. He had always been the one to protect Jungkook, the one to reassure him that he wasn’t cursed, that he was worth something. But hearing it from someone else—someone who looked at Jungkook not with fear, but with reverence—made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t describe.

He opened his mouth to respond, to thank her, to say something, but before he could, Bam suddenly lifted his head and let out a short, alert bark.

Everyone turned sharply toward the bed.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched.

A faint groan left his lips as his brows furrowed slightly, his body shifting. His breathing, which had been steady but shallow, deepened as he stirred.

Then, ever so slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

Yoongi’s heart leaped into his throat as he rushed forward. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook blinked a few times, his gaze unfocused as he adjusted to the dimly lit room. His lips parted slightly, his throat dry, but before he could speak, his eyes found Yoongi’s face hovering above him.

“…Yoonie?”

A breath of relief left Yoongi’s lungs, a small, wobbly smile breaking onto his face. “Yeah, Jungkook. I’m here.”

The tension in the room melted away as the queen exhaled shakily, her eyes glistening. The king, though composed as always, allowed a rare hint of relief to cross his features.

Jungkook was awake.

And everything was about to change.

 

 

Chapter 19: The Chosen One’s Fate

Jungkook sat up on the bed, his back resting against the soft pillows as he fully regained his senses. Yoongi sat beside him, still reluctant to let him move too much, while Bam remained curled up at Jungkook’s feet, his tail wagging slightly as if relieved his master was awake. The tension in the room had lifted slightly, but a new, lingering curiosity filled the air.

The king and queen stood before them, their expressions serious yet filled with an odd sense of relief. The queen was the first to speak, her voice steady but carrying the weight of centuries of unanswered prayers.

“Now that you are well enough, it is time you learn the truth,” she said, her gaze locking onto Jungkook’s. “About the eggs. About why you are here.”

Jungkook and Yoongi exchanged a glance before nodding. They had been waiting for this explanation since the moment they laid eyes on those magnificent eggs.

The king stepped forward. “You asked if we had other children who could continue our lineage,” he began. “The answer is no.”

Jungkook frowned slightly, confused. “But… those eggs—”

“They are ours,” the queen interrupted gently. “They belong to the royal bloodline, just as we do.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “Then why haven’t they hatched?”

A shadow passed over the king’s expression. “Because, unlike every other royal dragon egg, they never awakened. The blue egg—the one meant to be the next ruler—has remained unhatched for more than a thousand years. And the white egg, though also of royal blood, has been dormant for almost seven hundred years.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched. More than a thousand years? Seven hundred years? It was incomprehensible.

“We waited,” the queen continued, her voice tinged with sorrow. “We searched tirelessly for a way to awaken them. But every attempt was met with failure.” She looked at Jungkook, her blue eyes glistening with something deep and unspoken. “And then, a century ago, the Seer received a vision.”

“The Seer?” Yoongi asked.

The king nodded. “The one who foretells the future of our kind. His vision revealed that only the Chosen One would awaken the next generation of royal dragons and save us from extinction.”

Silence filled the chamber.

Jungkook stared at them in disbelief, his mind racing to process their words. “The… Chosen One?”

“For the past hundred years,” the queen said softly, “we have been searching for you, even without knowing who you were or where to find you.”

Yoongi let out a breathless laugh, his face a mixture of shock and amusement. “Wait, wait, wait… Are you telling me that after searching for a hundred years, you finally find the Chosen One—” He pointed at Jungkook. “—and he just so happens to be a human raised in a tiny village that literally threw him off a cliff?”

The king’s jaw tightened. “A few days before you were cast out, the Seer had another vision. He saw that the Chosen One was in grave danger. Our guards were sent immediately, but by the time they arrived, it was too late. You had already been thrown from the cliff.”

The queen’s hands clenched at her sides, her voice quieter but filled with restrained anger. “If you had not fallen into the river, if our guards had not reached you in time, you would have perished… and with you, the last hope of our kind.”

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

He didn’t know how to react.

His entire life, he had been told he was a curse. A bad omen. Someone who should never have been born. And now these people—these rulers of an ancient, powerful race—were telling him that he was not only important but the one destined to save them all?

Yoongi, on the other hand, had no trouble reacting.

A wide, triumphant grin spread across his face before he abruptly turned and threw his arms around Jungkook, squeezing him tightly. “I knew it!” he half-laughed, half-cried. “I always knew you weren’t cursed! I knew you were special!”

Jungkook choked out a startled laugh as he weakly pushed at Yoongi’s arms. “Yoonie, you’re—crushing me.”

But Yoongi only squeezed harder before finally pulling back, his eyes glistening with unfiltered happiness. “I swear, kook, I am the happiest person alive right now.” Then his smile darkened slightly. “And I cannot wait for you to get revenge on those damn villagers. I want to see their faces when they regret even being born.”

Jungkook blinked, then let out a short laugh. “Yoonie, you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

Before Yoongi could argue, the king cleared his throat. “The eggs reacted to Jungkook’s presence. That is undeniable proof that he is the Chosen One.”

The queen nodded. “And now that the awakening process has begun, we are certain they will hatch soon.”

Jungkook swallowed. “What… what happens now?”

“There are still a few more things that must be done,” the king said. “Steps we must take to ensure that the process is completed. We will take them one by one.”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his mind still struggling to catch up with everything that had been revealed.

He wasn’t a curse.

He wasn’t a mistake.

He was salvation.

And his destiny was only just beginning.

 

 

Chapter 20: Flight to the Hidden Caves

The group made their way back to the open balcony, the crisp mountain air brushing against their skin. The moment they stepped outside, the king turned to one of the guards standing near the entrance.

“Call the head guard,” he ordered.

The guard bowed and left immediately, and within minutes, a tall, strong-built man entered the balcony. His presence was commanding, his posture disciplined yet relaxed. He bowed deeply before addressing the royal couple.

“My King, My Queen,” he greeted, his voice steady and deep. His piercing green eyes flickered toward Jungkook and Yoongi before nodding at them as well.

The queen stepped forward. “Jungkook, Yoongi, this is our head guard. He will assist you whenever you require help.”

Jungkook and Yoongi exchanged glances before offering him a small bow of acknowledgment.

The king turned to the head guard once more. “We are going to the caves. You will take Jungkook and Yoongi there.”

The head guard nodded without hesitation. “Understood.”

The queen then turned toward Jungkook. “The place we are going… you cannot take Bam with you.”

Jungkook’s face softened as he looked down at Bam, who had been sitting patiently beside him, tail wagging slightly. Kneeling down, he petted the large dog’s head gently.

“Bam, you need to stay here, okay? Wait for us until we come back.”

Bam let out a soft whine before barking once, almost as if acknowledging the order. Jungkook chuckled and placed a small kiss on his head. “Good boy.”

With that, he stood up, brushing his clothes. “Alright, we can go now.” He took a step toward the entrance, but the queen stopped him.

“Not by walking.”

Jungkook paused, raising an eyebrow. “Then how—”

Before he could finish, Yoongi’s face twisted in horror as he seemed to realize what she meant. “No way… You’re talking about that?”

Jungkook blinked, confused at first, but then let out a small giggle. “Are we flying?”

A knowing smile tugged at the queen’s lips, and in the next moment, both the king and queen began to shift. Their forms shimmered, and with a flash of power, their human bodies transformed into massive, magnificent dragons.

They were breathtaking and scary at the same time.

Both dragons had shimmering blue scales, their large wings stretching wide, reflecting the sunlight like polished gems. Their sheer size was enough to make Jungkook and Yoongi gape, their jaws practically touching the ground.

Jungkook whispered in awe, “So this is why everything in the palace is so big…”

Yoongi, still in shock, muttered, “And why the windows are huge—so the dragons can fly in and out. Damn… It’s real.”

The two dragons let out a thunderous roar, shaking the very walls of the palace before launching themselves into the sky with powerful beats of their wings.

The head guard stepped forward. “Come,” he said. “You will ride with me.”

Jungkook and Yoongi gulped as the head guard began his own transformation. His body elongated, shifting into a large brown dragon with piercing green eyes.

Yoongi’s hands trembled slightly as he hesitated, staring at the massive creature before him. “If we fall… even our crumbs won’t be found.”

Jungkook, on the other hand, grinned. “This is going to be fun.”

Taking a deep breath, they carefully climbed onto the dragon’s back, gripping onto his spikes as tightly as possible.

Without another word, the head guard spread his wings and took off, following the king and queen across the sky.

At first, their hearts pounded with fear, the wind rushing past them as they soared over the mountains. But slowly, their fear gave way to exhilaration.

“This is incredible!” Jungkook laughed, his eyes shining with excitement.

Yoongi, still gripping tightly, let out a breathless chuckle. “Alright… maybe this is kind of cool.”

As they flew, they passed over towering mountains, sharp cliffs, and vast landscapes stretching as far as the eye could see. Their fear had completely vanished, replaced by laughter, excitement, and endless comments about the view.

Meanwhile, back at the palace, Bam sat frozen on the balcony, watching his master and Yoongi disappear into the sky.

His ears twitched. His tail lowered slightly.

Internally, he made one clear decision—

He would not make them angry.

Those giant flying beasts could eat him in one bite and not even burp.

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Soon, they arrived at a massive cave nestled between jagged cliffs. The dragons landed gracefully at the entrance, and in an instant, the king, queen, and head guard shifted back into their human forms.

The king and queen had draped themselves in long cloaks that covered their bodies completely. The head guard, meanwhile, was tying a similar cloak around his neck while securing another fabric around his lower half.

Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity. “Uh… do we need to change our clothes too?”

A sharp smack landed on his head. “Idiot,” Yoongi muttered, rolling his eyes. “Did you not notice how their previous clothes were completely torn when they shifted?”

Jungkook blinked. “Oh…”

The queen let out a small giggle at their antics. “No, dear. You don’t need to.”

The king sighed, a small, amused smile on his face. “Follow us.”

Jungkook and Yoongi followed closely, with the head guard a few steps behind. As they walked deeper into the cave, the air became warmer, and a faint glow illuminated the darkness ahead.

When they reached the inner chamber, their eyes widened in shock.

Countless dragon eggs filled the cave, resting on makeshift nests made of dried and softened grain stems. The sight was breathtaking.

“These are common dragon eggs. These are not all, but of the people who are directly under our rule. Drakoria is spread in a large area and divided into small parts, under our ministers who are kings in their region. We royals rule above all and make final decisions on court when ministers can’t handle themselves, and they also provide all the details going on under their rule to us in gatherings,” the king explained.

“During mating, some of them will hatch from the whole kingdom. The number is never fixed and never more than a thousand, but it is never an issue because we live too long. Almost immortal until we decided to leave ourselves.”

They walked further, stopping before a large trunk containing five eggs. Unlike the others, these eggs gleamed with golden patterns, their surfaces shimmering in the dim light.

“These are different,” the king continued. “Unlike normal dragons, who hatch and later learn to shift into human form, these eggs contain pure dragons.” His gaze darkened slightly. “They will never take human form. They will be born as dragons… and they will die as dragons.”

Jungkook and Yoongi listened intently, their eyes locked onto the magnificent eggs before them.

“These eggs,” the queen added, “were gifted to our ancestors by a witch whom they once helped. They have remained unhatched for generations, waiting for the right time.”

Yoongi furrowed his brows. “And you think now is the right time?”

The king nodded. “Your presence among us will not be accepted by all. Some will resist. Some may try to harm you. Especially our enemies who dearly wish for our kind to become extinct. If they find out about your existence, it can be dangerous.” His gaze softened slightly. “But if even one of these eggs chooses you… They will protect you forever.”

Jungkook swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Chooses us?”

The queen smiled. “Most likely, they will choose you, Jungkook. You are the Chosen One, after all. But should one hatch, it will protect you, Yoongi, and even Bam, as you are bonded so closely.”

A heavy silence followed, the weight of the revelation settling deep in their bones.

The king’s voice carried a final warning. “These are not ordinary dragons. Normal dragons only possess fire. But royal dragons… and these…” His eyes gleamed. “They possess an element—a power beyond fire and can develop more with time.”

Jungkook and Yoongi stood frozen, their minds spinning.

What if one of these dragons truly chose Jungkook?

And what kind of power would it bring?

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