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Blue Wings | Chapter One: Once Upon a Time (jjk)

❦ synopsis: Caught between a rock and a hard place, Queen Areum will do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom even if it means marrying the Valeris Tribe's Chief and welcoming the enemy through the front door. Chief Jeon makes claims of working towards peace between the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe but is it all a ploy to exact revenge?

❦ pairing: jeon jungkook x named OC (Song Areum)

❦ word count: 3, 391 words

❦ warnings: violence, fictional war, mentions of minor character death, child slavery, murder, mentions of kidnapping and people going missing. (If I missed any warnings let me know, this story is going to be kind of dark and it would have been a genuine mistake if i left out any warnings out ;-;)

❦ genre: tribal au, royal au, fantasy au, angst, fluff

❦ author's note: I may or may not have bitten off more than I can chew with this story but we'll see how it goes. I love these characters, this story idea and really wanted to take a chance and see if I could bring the idea to life so please tell me how I did! Depending on what the feedback is to Chapter One I'll decide whether or not to continue posting the rest of the chapters however I must give fair warning I'm a slow writer and it may be a while before I finish and post Chapter Two ;-; (if I post it at all) that being said I hope you enjoy :D (unedited)

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“Bluejay?”

“Yes, princess?”  

“If we got married, do you think you would…love me the same way mom and dad love each other?”

The boy with midnight blue wings and doe eyes whispered as pink dusted his cheeks, “I think…I already do.” 

The wedding bells were rung and white rose petals were tossed into the air as those gathered at the bottom of the castle steps cheered and applauded  the newly wedded royal couple. Though past the noise Queen Areum could see the distrust and doubt in the eyes of her people. The whispers and the shaking of their heads in disappointment. 

Areum couldn’t  fault the reaction. She too would have felt betrayed if the queen married the kingdom’s enemies and linked Jnaria with the violent people of the Valeris tribe. 

For millennia the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe had been at war. Each year passed the losses both sides endured worsened as their desire for vengeance grew. It was not until two years ago her father, King Song Dong-hyun, made the first move towards peace and paid the price for trusting these people with his life. 

Though Areum wasn’t making the same mistake as her father. Her hands were tied and this marriage is what will save Jnaria from starvation. 

As she stood before the Tribe Leader, his hand in hers, about to be his wife, she knew they didn’t trust each other but it didn’t matter. For now her kingdom would have food to eat and water to drink for winter. 

Ever since she was a little girl, Areum foolishly dreamt of her wedding day. Dreamt of the pretty white dress and walking down the aisle to marry the man she loved. The corner of the Queen’s mouth quirked despite herself. How stupid of her to think this could be the happiest day of her life when she had always known from young, royals rarely ever marry for love. 

Marriage was strategic, calculated, cold. 

It wasn’t a promise of love but a negotiation. A marriage between the children of two kingdoms to ensure both kingdoms held their side of the bargain. 

It was a political move, a business traction wrapped in gift wrapping paper and tied together with a big bright red bow on top. 

She  knew it was foolish to think her marriage would be any different. It was foolish then and it was foolish now but she knew why she had hope. She was once promised to marry a boy whose nose scrunched when he smiled, who was kind and adventurous yet shy, who turned bright red when she teased him. The boy her eight, ten and even her nineteen year old heart was convinced it loved. Someone she knew would smile at her as she walked down the aisle. 

It was all a child’s daydream.

Though, one part of Areum’s dream did come true. 

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.” 

They were oddly romantic vows given the circumstances but used by her family for centuries. His face was blank as he slid the ring onto her finger and his words were hollow.

He didn’t give her that bunny smile as she slid his ring on his hand but it was the same  boy she played with when they were little. The one she met by chance  and who instantly decided for the both of them she needed a friend like him. He was the tribe leader now, not the Leader’s son sneaking off to meet a princess by the border that separated their lands. 

“Do you Queen Areum take Chief Jeon Jungkook of the Valeris Tribe to be-”

“I do.” 

Before she knew it, it was nightfall and almost time for the wedding banquet at Jnaria’s castle. There were speeches and toasts by noblemen and congratulations from villagers but it was all white noise to Areum. No one from the Valeris Tribe spoke and Areum wasn’t sure if that meant none spoke the common tongue or they simply had nothing to say concerning this marriage. 

However, Areum couldn’t help but feel uneasy by the silence. She let her enemy in through the front door and now she had to make sure he didn’t stab her in her sleep.  

The back and forth, pitter patter of the Queen’s footsteps echoed through the study as her advisor read out the country’s finances for the coming year while the orchestra began their performance downstairs in the ballroom. The banquet starting as guests arrived, their chatter and murmuring cutting through the gentle music. 

“How do our food and resources look for the winter?” Queen Areum asked quietly, bracing for the worst.  

“Low,” Yoongi, her royal advisor replied. His brows creased and usually neatly styled hair unkept with his eyes glued to the documents in his hands, "It’ll be a difficult period for the kingdom.”

“Any traders? I’ve sent out letters to neighbouring kingdoms but...they’ve gone unanswered.”

“I’m afraid my answer is the same as before, your highness.” No. His answer was no. It has been no for almost two years There was no denying the other kingdoms were isolating them. The other half of a bloody war that had been going on for far too long. Who wanted to go into hostile territory when they could trade where it was safer further up north?

“There’s a rumour,  a father and daughter were passing through Jnaria at night, they were caught and the Queen had their throats slit for trespassing! ”

“I heard a merchant was brave enough to trade there, he wandered into the wrong territory they say, the next day they  found his body buried in the woods…”

“I heard apparently a slave boy had run away from his master, the child was hungry and took food from someone’s plate when they weren’t looking. They said the child’s missing still ‘til this day.”

At least that was how the rumours went. They had spread like wildfire from every mouth that told the tale to every ear that was willing to listen, far and wide. It was outrageous! Ridiculous! Who would believe such foolishness? 

With no ships coming in and no merchants travelling to Jnaria, her people and her had to heavily rely on themselves while trying to recover from the last battle. 

‘Your highness, you also have to respond to King Gwan’s letter concerning his kingdom’s festival next week in honour of their harvest being bountiful,”

“You want me to attend a festival while my kingdom-'' Areum asked incredulously, baffled he'd even suggest such a thing. 

“You and your husband,”

“Yoongi, be careful what you say I’m still your Queen, you know this marriage isn’t…” 

“Yes but I’m your advisor. Let me advise you, King Gwan has offered his help again this year. It would seem ungrateful and rude for you both to not attend as King and Queen even if we don’t accept his help this time,” 

Areum fell silent. Yoongi was right, through Jnaria’s struggle the Dyson Kingdom’s king has always been kind to them and helped them in their time of need. It was the only way Jnaria was able to put together an attractive dowry for the Valeris Tribe. It would be disrespectful to not attend but to leave the kingdom like this…

“You have nothing to fear your highness, I’ll be here to look after Jnaria while you are gone.” Her royal advisor reassured her as he scanned the documents laid out on the table. 

“But what if you're in need of me..”

“Then I'll send a messenger bird immediately but I believe I am capable of looking after the kingdom for a few hours on my own."

Areum rolled her eyes though she was smiling as she teased her friend, ”You sound very sure of yourself Advisor Min,”

“Maybe I’ve done it before and the kingdom hadn't fallen to pieces then, I’m a humble man your majesty,” Yoongi shrugged, smirking at her, “though I think you’re the one with the challenge ahead.” 

Areum growled in annoyance, no longer amused now that she was the topic of teasing. 

“Ahh it’s going to be like when you both were little huh? Jungkook and Areum hand in hand on the dance floor,”

“You know that isn’t how it’ll be Yoongi,” Areum sighed, defeated, a shadow crossing over her features. 

Her royal advisor spoke so quietly she thought he hadn’t meant for her to hear, a small smile tugging at his lips, ”You can’t lie to me your highness you can try to lie to everyone, including yourself, but you can’t fool me…”

“We should join the others soon,” Areum steeled herself, not ready to face the truth Yoongi spoke. 

Her friend and advisor simply nodded, “After you, your highness.”

When a monarch passes away his kingdom feels the loss but it is important that his heir takes over the throne immediately. After all, the people can not go without a ruler. They then rule the kingdom until the end of their life and the cycle repeats with their children. 

Although it was her birthright, in this moment, Areum felt like nothing but an imposter. 

Her shoes bit into the sides of her feet, the material of her dress scratched her skin and her jewels tugged at her ear, heavy on her neck. 

The bodice was too tight, it made it difficult to breathe and her shoulders fought to bear the weight of the dress. It was a dress fit for a Queen and it was just as restricting as the role. 

It felt as if her mother....

As if her mother would burst through the doors…and scold Areum for playing with her expensive pearls, only to give in to Areum's pleas to play dress up. 

She was a girl, a child pretending to be more capable than she actually was and her mother was going to tell her off  any minute now. 

Unknowingly, the corner of the queen’s mouth turned up at the thought of the fond memory, Areum’s first authentic smile all night. 

“What’s so amusing, your highness?” 

The young woman jerked back into the present, her smile slipped off her face as a formal and polite tug of her lips replaced it. 

She was an actress on stage with a mask to cover who she truly was and as much as Areum felt like a fraud, she wore it perfectly and as a professional actress she never forgot her lines. 

"Oh, the story you just told was too funny my lord, I'm still laughing!" 

"Ahh yes it was quite funny." Lord Eunwoo replied, snickering a little as he turned his attention back to Princess June who was animatedly re-telling the story of how she fell in front of King Herold at a peace summit. How embarrassing. 

"Congratulations your grace!" Duchess Marie greeted Areum, beaming at her and breaking the young queen from her reverie. She gave her a quick embrace before drawing back a little, her arms loosely around Areum. 

"Oh! You look so beautiful, when do I get to see your husband? I just arrived, is he here yet?" 

"Ah no not yet, you're just in time he should be here soon," 

"Is he as handsome and intimidating as they say he is? He doesn't leave Valeris very often so everyone who wasn't at the wedding is very excited to see this beautiful, mysterious Tribal leader. “

Areum chuckled, “Well you’ll have to see for yourself,” she playfully returned hoping she sounded like a smitten bride. 

While it was known this marriage was unwanted by almost all, as far as the people knew it was a love marriage. 

It was taboo for an avian and a human to be together so the royal council hoped to fabricate a story about star-crossed, forbidden lovers who were once promised to each other to win over the hearts of the people. It meant appearances were to be maintained at all times. 

The duchess sent her a warm smile as she squeezed Areum’s shoulder. Duchess Marie had always felt to Areum like  the closest the queen would ever get to a friend or an older sister. 

“Chief Jeon and his party have arrived!” the master of ceremonies bellowed, announcing the arrival of the tribe leader. 

“Oh, it seems your husband’s here,” Duchess Marie mused, swirling the glass of wine a server had offered her. 

“It would seem he is.”

Jungkook hadn’t said a word to her since the council and the Tribe elders met for the first time in decades, to discuss their union. 

“So it is settled then? You agree that the best course of action to solve all our problems is uniting as one?”

“Yes I agree, and I agree to your terms Chief Jeon,”

“Then  we’ll  hold the wedding at Jnaria’s castle in a week”

“Your highness, the customary first dance.”  Yoongi reminded, at her side now after the entrance of the Tribal Leader. 

“Let them at least  properly enter the castle,” 

All heads turned to look on as their new King made his entrance,  even the band played with a little more enthusiasm and energy.

Chief Jeon and his warriors hadn't walked in but rather flown in gracefully before landing on one knee in front of the queen, a fist coming up to rest over their hearts with their head lowered. Chief Jeon in front and his warriors forming a V shape behind him. 

“Queen Areum, your highness,” Jungkook rose as he spoke, coming up from his low bow. 

The divide between the people could not have been more known  even if there wasn’t a big gap between where the Jnarian citizens stood, clad in their formal attire and where the Valeris tribe members stood, their wings tucked in a colourful kaleidoscope, traditional markings decorating their bodies.

Areum swallowed as she dipped into a curtsy, returning his greeting, “Welcome Chief Jeon,  I hope you and your warriors enjoy tonight,”

“Thank you your highness,” 

With the arrival of the groom and his Tribe, the official wedding reception celebrations began and with that came what Queen Areum had been dreading the most: the first dance of the royal couple. 

“Will you do me the honour?” Chief Jeon gently asked, his hand outstretched for her to take. 

Areum nodded, her heart dropping to her stomach as she dipped into a low curtsey, slipping her hand into his, he led her to the centre of the dance floor.  

“We'll have to leave the castle early in 3 days time for the Avian ceremony." 

"I'm sorry. We'll be what?" Areum asked, a little ungraceful as a queen should be but too preoccupied to notice if anyone saw her act in such a manner  in front of the Chief. 

"We will do the Avian engagement and wedding ceremony in the morning, we must arrive early, the auspicious time only lasts for a few hours." 

"We'll be getting married...again, is that what you are saying?” Areum asked burrows furrowing in confusion, lips set into a line, “What are you talking about? I never agreed to anything." 

"I sent a messenger bird two days ago,” at this Jungkook genuinely paused in his movements,  his expression mirroring her confusion, before falling back into the dance steps a beat later. 

“I haven't gotten any messages. Why do we need to do another ceremony? I thought those not of the tribe weren’t- ”

“Weren’t allowed to enter the village yes, but you are my wife now, you are the wife of the Chief." 

You are my wife now. Clearly Jungkook had no problem referring to her as his wife. 

“There’s something else I need to discuss with you.”

He surprised her when he moved to spin her into his arms and away from his body, then continuing into the original steps again. She had no idea when he learned to dance. 

“There has been unrest in the tribe after a few of our members have gone missing.”

Missing?

“All who have gone missing at the Northern border.” his voice dropping to a low murmur. 

Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, watching, waiting, as if he expected her to know the whereabouts of the persons and he would find them in the minute changes of her expression. 

Areum stopped dancing altogether, stumbling a little as she felt a new rage build up, realizing his underlying accusation. How dare he accuse her of kidnapping, on the day of their wedding when they had just made a formal alliance. 

“Are you suggesting that I devised some sort of plot to kidnap these people to- to do what exactly with them Jungkook? hmm?” she asked mockingly, voice laced with venom. 

“To ensure I went through with the marriage? Maybe they were useful to you in some way all I know is that there are families that are waiting for their brothers and sisters, if you have any goodwill in your heart you would-”

“I can’t believe you. Why in the name of the stars would I ever-”

“It can’t be coincidence, Areum. There must be a reason they all disappeared there and haven’t returned to the tribe for days”

“I’m sorry, my heart breaks for those families”

“Then tell me where to find them,” He gritted out, losing his patience as his calm facade broke. They stumbled again, stepping on each other's toes. Areum unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand as Jungkook looked away, jaw dipping in and out.

It felt as if all eyes looked over to see the couple stop dancing. Areum gave her best polite smile, encouraging everyone to carry on before she excused herself, the crowd on the dance floor parting for her as she tried to not run out of the banquet, Jungkook close on her heels.

She hurried down the corridor to her bedchamber when he suddenly grabbed her upper arms and shoved her into the wall once he was sure they were alone in the empty hallway. 

With a palm on the wall on either side of her, he spread his wings to surround them, effectively caging her in his arms. He was unbearably close, his breath fanning her face as he spoke. 

“I stayed Areum, you don’t need to threaten their safety for the alliance your father so badly wanted-”

“Keep my father’s name out of your mouth-” she spat as her eyes welled with traitorous tears, she bit her lip and turned her cheek to him, eyes glued to the ceiling, she refused to let them fall. 

This man did not deserve her tears, only her red, hot, searing anger and hatred. 

A rage that she desperately clung to, to help swallow the pain. 

Instantly his anger dissipated and he softened at the sight of her unshed tears. Forgetting himself and the last two years, he reached to brush them away as he gently whispered in the dark hall, “Areum you were shocked, you were scared and confused that night, but I wasn’t the one to-”

“Yes you were, I saw you!” she smacked his hand away before he could touch her, furiously wiping her own tears. 

Her tears fell freely now. She hadn’t cried once since that night. She couldn’t but it was almost natural to her to slump against the wall and let him see her in this weak and vulnerable state. 

She hated it, she hated how easy it was to remember a time in which he was her closest confidant. A time when he was the only one to see her cry. 

“Areum-”

“I don’t want to hear it, good night Chief Jeon.” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. 

Tears streaming down her face, she shoved him away slamming the door shut before disappearing into her chambers. 

Yes, she was scared and confused that night but she saw him.

Standing over her father’s lifeless body, blood dripping from his glaive 

He was there. 

Even if her memories were foggy and marred, she remembered the pain, she remembered his betrayal. 

Even if something was tugging at her heart, pleading with her, believe him, it said. 

She couldn’t.

She pushed that voice aside.

Her father was gone, he was there that night and she needed someone to blame.

Blue Wings | Chapter One: Once Upon a Time (jjk)

❦ synopsis: Caught between a rock and a hard place, Queen Areum will do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom even if it means marrying the Valeris Tribe's Chief and welcoming the enemy through the front door. Chief Jeon makes claims of working towards peace between the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe but is it all a ploy to exact revenge?

❦ pairing: jeon jungkook x named OC (Song Areum)

❦ word count: 3, 391 words

❦ warnings: violence, fictional war, mentions of minor character death, child slavery, murder, mentions of kidnapping and people going missing. (If I missed any warnings let me know, this story is going to be kind of dark and it would have been a genuine mistake if i left out any warnings out ;-;)

❦ genre: tribal au, royal au, fantasy au, angst, fluff

❦ author's note: I may or may not have bitten off more than I can chew with this story but we'll see how it goes. I love these characters, this story idea and really wanted to take a chance and see if I could bring the idea to life so please tell me how I did! Depending on what the feedback is to Chapter One I'll decide whether or not to continue posting the rest of the chapters however I must give fair warning I'm a slow writer and it may be a while before I finish and post Chapter Two ;-; (if I post it at all) that being said I hope you enjoy :D (unedited)

“Bluejay?”

“Yes, princess?”  

“If we got married, do you think you would…love me the same way mom and dad love each other?”

The boy with midnight blue wings and doe eyes whispered as pink dusted his cheeks, “I think…I already do.” 

The wedding bells were rung and white rose petals were tossed into the air as those gathered at the bottom of the castle steps cheered and applauded  the newly wedded royal couple. Though past the noise Queen Areum could see the distrust and doubt in the eyes of her people. The whispers and the shaking of their heads in disappointment. 

Areum couldn’t  fault the reaction. She too would have felt betrayed if the queen married the kingdom’s enemies and linked Jnaria with the violent people of the Valeris tribe. 

For millennia the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe had been at war. Each year passed the losses both sides endured worsened as their desire for vengeance grew. It was not until two years ago her father, King Song Dong-hyun, made the first move towards peace and paid the price for trusting these people with his life. 

Though Areum wasn’t making the same mistake as her father. Her hands were tied and this marriage is what will save Jnaria from starvation. 

As she stood before the Tribe Leader, his hand in hers, about to be his wife, she knew they didn’t trust each other but it didn’t matter. For now her kingdom would have food to eat and water to drink for winter. 

Ever since she was a little girl, Areum foolishly dreamt of her wedding day. Dreamt of the pretty white dress and walking down the aisle to marry the man she loved. The corner of the Queen’s mouth quirked despite herself. How stupid of her to think this could be the happiest day of her life when she had always known from young, royals rarely ever marry for love. 

Marriage was strategic, calculated, cold. 

It wasn’t a promise of love but a negotiation. A marriage between the children of two kingdoms to ensure both kingdoms held their side of the bargain. 

It was a political move, a business traction wrapped in gift wrapping paper and tied together with a big bright red bow on top. 

She  knew it was foolish to think her marriage would be any different. It was foolish then and it was foolish now but she knew why she had hope. She was once promised to marry a boy whose nose scrunched when he smiled, who was kind and adventurous yet shy, who turned bright red when she teased him. The boy her eight, ten and even her nineteen year old heart was convinced it loved. Someone she knew would smile at her as she walked down the aisle. 

It was all a child’s daydream.

Though, one part of Areum’s dream did come true. 

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.” 

They were oddly romantic vows given the circumstances but used by her family for centuries. His face was blank as he slid the ring onto her finger and his words were hollow.

He didn’t give her that bunny smile as she slid his ring on his hand but it was the same  boy she played with when they were little. The one she met by chance  and who instantly decided for the both of them she needed a friend like him. He was the tribe leader now, not the Leader’s son sneaking off to meet a princess by the border that separated their lands. 

“Do you Queen Areum take Chief Jeon Jungkook of the Valeris Tribe to be-”

“I do.” 

Before she knew it, it was nightfall and almost time for the wedding banquet at Jnaria’s castle. There were speeches and toasts by noblemen and congratulations from villagers but it was all white noise to Areum. No one from the Valeris Tribe spoke and Areum wasn’t sure if that meant none spoke the common tongue or they simply had nothing to say concerning this marriage. 

However, Areum couldn’t help but feel uneasy by the silence. She let her enemy in through the front door and now she had to make sure he didn’t stab her in her sleep.  

The back and forth, pitter patter of the Queen’s footsteps echoed through the study as her advisor read out the country’s finances for the coming year while the orchestra began their performance downstairs in the ballroom. The banquet starting as guests arrived, their chatter and murmuring cutting through the gentle music. 

“How do our food and resources look for the winter?” Queen Areum asked quietly, bracing for the worst.  

“Low,” Yoongi, her royal advisor replied. His brows creased and usually neatly styled hair unkept with his eyes glued to the documents in his hands, "It’ll be a difficult period for the kingdom.”

“Any traders? I’ve sent out letters to neighbouring kingdoms but...they’ve gone unanswered.”

“I’m afraid my answer is the same as before, your highness.” No. His answer was no. It has been no for almost two years There was no denying the other kingdoms were isolating them. The other half of a bloody war that had been going on for far too long. Who wanted to go into hostile territory when they could trade where it was safer further up north?

“There’s a rumour,  a father and daughter were passing through Jnaria at night, they were caught and the Queen had their throats slit for trespassing! ”

“I heard a merchant was brave enough to trade there, he wandered into the wrong territory they say, the next day they  found his body buried in the woods…”

“I heard apparently a slave boy had run away from his master, the child was hungry and took food from someone’s plate when they weren’t looking. They said the child’s missing still ‘til this day.”

At least that was how the rumours went. They had spread like wildfire from every mouth that told the tale to every ear that was willing to listen, far and wide. It was outrageous! Ridiculous! Who would believe such foolishness? 

With no ships coming in and no merchants travelling to Jnaria, her people and her had to heavily rely on themselves while trying to recover from the last battle. 

‘Your highness, you also have to respond to King Gwan’s letter concerning his kingdom’s festival next week in honour of their harvest being bountiful,”

“You want me to attend a festival while my kingdom-'' Areum asked incredulously, baffled he'd even suggest such a thing. 

“You and your husband,”

“Yoongi, be careful what you say I’m still your Queen, you know this marriage isn’t…” 

“Yes but I’m your advisor. Let me advise you, King Gwan has offered his help again this year. It would seem ungrateful and rude for you both to not attend as King and Queen even if we don’t accept his help this time,” 

Areum fell silent. Yoongi was right, through Jnaria’s struggle the Dyson Kingdom’s king has always been kind to them and helped them in their time of need. It was the only way Jnaria was able to put together an attractive dowry for the Valeris Tribe. It would be disrespectful to not attend but to leave the kingdom like this…

“You have nothing to fear your highness, I’ll be here to look after Jnaria while you are gone.” Her royal advisor reassured her as he scanned the documents laid out on the table. 

“But what if you're in need of me..”

“Then I'll send a messenger bird immediately but I believe I am capable of looking after the kingdom for a few hours on my own."

Areum rolled her eyes though she was smiling as she teased her friend, ”You sound very sure of yourself Advisor Min,”

“Maybe I’ve done it before and the kingdom hadn't fallen to pieces then, I’m a humble man your majesty,” Yoongi shrugged, smirking at her, “though I think you’re the one with the challenge ahead.” 

Areum growled in annoyance, no longer amused now that she was the topic of teasing. 

“Ahh it’s going to be like when you both were little huh? Jungkook and Areum hand in hand on the dance floor,”

“You know that isn’t how it’ll be Yoongi,” Areum sighed, defeated, a shadow crossing over her features. 

Her royal advisor spoke so quietly she thought he hadn’t meant for her to hear, a small smile tugging at his lips, ”You can’t lie to me your highness you can try to lie to everyone, including yourself, but you can’t fool me…”

“We should join the others soon,” Areum steeled herself, not ready to face the truth Yoongi spoke. 

Her friend and advisor simply nodded, “After you, your highness.”

When a monarch passes away his kingdom feels the loss but it is important that his heir takes over the throne immediately. After all, the people can not go without a ruler. They then rule the kingdom until the end of their life and the cycle repeats with their children. 

Although it was her birthright, in this moment, Areum felt like nothing but an imposter. 

Her shoes bit into the sides of her feet, the material of her dress scratched her skin and her jewels tugged at her ear, heavy on her neck. 

The bodice was too tight, it made it difficult to breathe and her shoulders fought to bear the weight of the dress. It was a dress fit for a Queen and it was just as restricting as the role. 

It felt as if her mother....

As if her mother would burst through the doors…and scold Areum for playing with her expensive pearls, only to give in to Areum's pleas to play dress up. 

She was a girl, a child pretending to be more capable than she actually was and her mother was going to tell her off  any minute now. 

Unknowingly, the corner of the queen’s mouth turned up at the thought of the fond memory, Areum’s first authentic smile all night. 

“What’s so amusing, your highness?” 

The young woman jerked back into the present, her smile slipped off her face as a formal and polite tug of her lips replaced it. 

She was an actress on stage with a mask to cover who she truly was and as much as Areum felt like a fraud, she wore it perfectly and as a professional actress she never forgot her lines. 

"Oh, the story you just told was too funny my lord, I'm still laughing!" 

"Ahh yes it was quite funny." Lord Eunwoo replied, snickering a little as he turned his attention back to Princess June who was animatedly re-telling the story of how she fell in front of King Herold at a peace summit. How embarrassing. 

"Congratulations your grace!" Duchess Marie greeted Areum, beaming at her and breaking the young queen from her reverie. She gave her a quick embrace before drawing back a little, her arms loosely around Areum. 

"Oh! You look so beautiful, when do I get to see your husband? I just arrived, is he here yet?" 

"Ah no not yet, you're just in time he should be here soon," 

"Is he as handsome and intimidating as they say he is? He doesn't leave Valeris very often so everyone who wasn't at the wedding is very excited to see this beautiful, mysterious Tribal leader. “

Areum chuckled, “Well you’ll have to see for yourself,” she playfully returned hoping she sounded like a smitten bride. 

While it was known this marriage was unwanted by almost all, as far as the people knew it was a love marriage. 

It was taboo for an avian and a human to be together so the royal council hoped to fabricate a story about star-crossed, forbidden lovers who were once promised to each other to win over the hearts of the people. It meant appearances were to be maintained at all times. 

The duchess sent her a warm smile as she squeezed Areum’s shoulder. Duchess Marie had always felt to Areum like  the closest the queen would ever get to a friend or an older sister. 

“Chief Jeon and his party have arrived!” the master of ceremonies bellowed, announcing the arrival of the tribe leader. 

“Oh, it seems your husband’s here,” Duchess Marie mused, swirling the glass of wine a server had offered her. 

“It would seem he is.”

Jungkook hadn’t said a word to her since the council and the Tribe elders met for the first time in decades, to discuss their union. 

“So it is settled then? You agree that the best course of action to solve all our problems is uniting as one?”

“Yes I agree, and I agree to your terms Chief Jeon,”

“Then  we’ll  hold the wedding at Jnaria’s castle in a week”

“Your highness, the customary first dance.”  Yoongi reminded, at her side now after the entrance of the Tribal Leader. 

“Let them at least  properly enter the castle,” 

All heads turned to look on as their new King made his entrance,  even the band played with a little more enthusiasm and energy.

Chief Jeon and his warriors hadn't walked in but rather flown in gracefully before landing on one knee in front of the queen, a fist coming up to rest over their hearts with their head lowered. Chief Jeon in front and his warriors forming a V shape behind him. 

“Queen Areum, your highness,” Jungkook rose as he spoke, coming up from his low bow. 

The divide between the people could not have been more known  even if there wasn’t a big gap between where the Jnarian citizens stood, clad in their formal attire and where the Valeris tribe members stood, their wings tucked in a colourful kaleidoscope, traditional markings decorating their bodies.

Areum swallowed as she dipped into a curtsy, returning his greeting, “Welcome Chief Jeon,  I hope you and your warriors enjoy tonight,”

“Thank you your highness,” 

With the arrival of the groom and his Tribe, the official wedding reception celebrations began and with that came what Queen Areum had been dreading the most: the first dance of the royal couple. 

“Will you do me the honour?” Chief Jeon gently asked, his hand outstretched for her to take. 

Areum nodded, her heart dropping to her stomach as she dipped into a low curtsey, slipping her hand into his, he led her to the centre of the dance floor.  

“We'll have to leave the castle early in 3 days time for the Avian ceremony." 

"I'm sorry. We'll be what?" Areum asked, a little ungraceful as a queen should be but too preoccupied to notice if anyone saw her act in such a manner  in front of the Chief. 

"We will do the Avian engagement and wedding ceremony in the morning, we must arrive early, the auspicious time only lasts for a few hours." 

"We'll be getting married...again, is that what you are saying?” Areum asked burrows furrowing in confusion, lips set into a line, “What are you talking about? I never agreed to anything." 

"I sent a messenger bird two days ago,” at this Jungkook genuinely paused in his movements,  his expression mirroring her confusion, before falling back into the dance steps a beat later. 

“I haven't gotten any messages. Why do we need to do another ceremony? I thought those not of the tribe weren’t- ”

“Weren’t allowed to enter the village yes, but you are my wife now, you are the wife of the Chief." 

You are my wife now. Clearly Jungkook had no problem referring to her as his wife. 

“There’s something else I need to discuss with you.”

He surprised her when he moved to spin her into his arms and away from his body, then continuing into the original steps again. She had no idea when he learned to dance. 

“There has been unrest in the tribe after a few of our members have gone missing.”

Missing?

“All who have gone missing at the Northern border.” his voice dropping to a low murmur. 

Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, watching, waiting, as if he expected her to know the whereabouts of the persons and he would find them in the minute changes of her expression. 

Areum stopped dancing altogether, stumbling a little as she felt a new rage build up, realizing his underlying accusation. How dare he accuse her of kidnapping, on the day of their wedding when they had just made a formal alliance. 

“Are you suggesting that I devised some sort of plot to kidnap these people to- to do what exactly with them Jungkook? hmm?” she asked mockingly, voice laced with venom. 

“To ensure I went through with the marriage? Maybe they were useful to you in some way all I know is that there are families that are waiting for their brothers and sisters, if you have any goodwill in your heart you would-”

“I can’t believe you. Why in the name of the stars would I ever-”

“It can’t be coincidence, Areum. There must be a reason they all disappeared there and haven’t returned to the tribe for days”

“I’m sorry, my heart breaks for those families”

“Then tell me where to find them,” He gritted out, losing his patience as his calm facade broke. They stumbled again, stepping on each other's toes. Areum unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand as Jungkook looked away, jaw dipping in and out.

It felt as if all eyes looked over to see the couple stop dancing. Areum gave her best polite smile, encouraging everyone to carry on before she excused herself, the crowd on the dance floor parting for her as she tried to not run out of the banquet, Jungkook close on her heels.

She hurried down the corridor to her bedchamber when he suddenly grabbed her upper arms and shoved her into the wall once he was sure they were alone in the empty hallway. 

With a palm on the wall on either side of her, he spread his wings to surround them, effectively caging her in his arms. He was unbearably close, his breath fanning her face as he spoke. 

“I stayed Areum, you don’t need to threaten their safety for the alliance your father so badly wanted-”

“Keep my father’s name out of your mouth-” she spat as her eyes welled with traitorous tears, she bit her lip and turned her cheek to him, eyes glued to the ceiling, she refused to let them fall. 

This man did not deserve her tears, only her red, hot, searing anger and hatred. 

A rage that she desperately clung to, to help swallow the pain. 

Instantly his anger dissipated and he softened at the sight of her unshed tears. Forgetting himself and the last two years, he reached to brush them away as he gently whispered in the dark hall, “Areum you were shocked, you were scared and confused that night, but I wasn’t the one to-”

“Yes you were, I saw you!” she smacked his hand away before he could touch her, furiously wiping her own tears. 

Her tears fell freely now. She hadn’t cried once since that night. She couldn’t but it was almost natural to her to slump against the wall and let him see her in this weak and vulnerable state. 

She hated it, she hated how easy it was to remember a time in which he was her closest confidant. A time when he was the only one to see her cry. 

“Areum-”

“I don’t want to hear it, good night Chief Jeon.” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. 

Tears streaming down her face, she shoved him away slamming the door shut before disappearing into her chambers. 

Yes, she was scared and confused that night but she saw him.

Standing over her father’s lifeless body, blood dripping from his glaive 

He was there. 

Even if her memories were foggy and marred, she remembered the pain, she remembered his betrayal. 

Even if something was tugging at her heart, pleading with her, believe him, it said. 

She couldn’t.

She pushed that voice aside.

Her father was gone, he was there that night and she needed someone to blame.

Blue Wings | Chapter One: Once Upon a Time (jjk)

❦ synopsis: Caught between a rock and a hard place, Queen Areum will do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom even if it means marrying the Valeris Tribe's Chief and welcoming the enemy through the front door. Chief Jeon makes claims of working towards peace between the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe but is it all a ploy to exact revenge?

❦ pairing: jeon jungkook x named OC (Song Areum)

❦ word count: 3, 391 words

❦ warnings: violence, fictional war, mentions of minor character death, child slavery, murder, mentions of kidnapping and people going missing. (If I missed any warnings let me know, this story is going to be kind of dark and it would have been a genuine mistake if i left out any warnings out ;-;)

❦ genre: tribal au, royal au, fantasy au, angst, fluff

❦ author's note: I may or may not have bitten off more than I can chew with this story but we'll see how it goes. I love these characters, this story idea and really wanted to take a chance and see if I could bring the idea to life so please tell me how I did! Depending on what the feedback is to Chapter One I'll decide whether or not to continue posting the rest of the chapters however I must give fair warning I'm a slow writer and it may be a while before I finish and post Chapter Two ;-; (if I post it at all) that being said I hope you enjoy :D (unedited)

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“Bluejay?”

“Yes, princess?”  

“If we got married, do you think you would…love me the same way mom and dad love each other?”

The boy with midnight blue wings and doe eyes whispered as pink dusted his cheeks, “I think…I already do.” 

The wedding bells were rung and white rose petals were tossed into the air as those gathered at the bottom of the castle steps cheered and applauded  the newly wedded royal couple. Though past the noise Queen Areum could see the distrust and doubt in the eyes of her people. The whispers and the shaking of their heads in disappointment. 

Areum couldn’t  fault the reaction. She too would have felt betrayed if the queen married the kingdom’s enemies and linked Jnaria with the violent people of the Valeris tribe. 

For millennia the kingdom of Jnaria and the Valeris Tribe had been at war. Each year passed the losses both sides endured worsened as their desire for vengeance grew. It was not until two years ago her father, King Song Dong-hyun, made the first move towards peace and paid the price for trusting these people with his life. 

Though Areum wasn’t making the same mistake as her father. Her hands were tied and this marriage is what will save Jnaria from starvation. 

As she stood before the Tribe Leader, his hand in hers, about to be his wife, she knew they didn’t trust each other but it didn’t matter. For now her kingdom would have food to eat and water to drink for winter. 

Ever since she was a little girl, Areum foolishly dreamt of her wedding day. Dreamt of the pretty white dress and walking down the aisle to marry the man she loved. The corner of the Queen’s mouth quirked despite herself. How stupid of her to think this could be the happiest day of her life when she had always known from young, royals rarely ever marry for love. 

Marriage was strategic, calculated, cold. 

It wasn’t a promise of love but a negotiation. A marriage between the children of two kingdoms to ensure both kingdoms held their side of the bargain. 

It was a political move, a business traction wrapped in gift wrapping paper and tied together with a big bright red bow on top. 

She  knew it was foolish to think her marriage would be any different. It was foolish then and it was foolish now but she knew why she had hope. She was once promised to marry a boy whose nose scrunched when he smiled, who was kind and adventurous yet shy, who turned bright red when she teased him. The boy her eight, ten and even her nineteen year old heart was convinced it loved. Someone she knew would smile at her as she walked down the aisle. 

It was all a child’s daydream.

Though, one part of Areum’s dream did come true. 

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.” 

They were oddly romantic vows given the circumstances but used by her family for centuries. His face was blank as he slid the ring onto her finger and his words were hollow.

He didn’t give her that bunny smile as she slid his ring on his hand but it was the same  boy she played with when they were little. The one she met by chance  and who instantly decided for the both of them she needed a friend like him. He was the tribe leader now, not the Leader’s son sneaking off to meet a princess by the border that separated their lands. 

“Do you Queen Areum take Chief Jeon Jungkook of the Valeris Tribe to be-”

“I do.” 

Before she knew it, it was nightfall and almost time for the wedding banquet at Jnaria’s castle. There were speeches and toasts by noblemen and congratulations from villagers but it was all white noise to Areum. No one from the Valeris Tribe spoke and Areum wasn’t sure if that meant none spoke the common tongue or they simply had nothing to say concerning this marriage. 

However, Areum couldn’t help but feel uneasy by the silence. She let her enemy in through the front door and now she had to make sure he didn’t stab her in her sleep.  

The back and forth, pitter patter of the Queen’s footsteps echoed through the study as her advisor read out the country’s finances for the coming year while the orchestra began their performance downstairs in the ballroom. The banquet starting as guests arrived, their chatter and murmuring cutting through the gentle music. 

“How do our food and resources look for the winter?” Queen Areum asked quietly, bracing for the worst.  

“Low,” Yoongi, her royal advisor replied. His brows creased and usually neatly styled hair unkept with his eyes glued to the documents in his hands, "It’ll be a difficult period for the kingdom.”

“Any traders? I’ve sent out letters to neighbouring kingdoms but...they’ve gone unanswered.”

“I’m afraid my answer is the same as before, your highness.” No. His answer was no. It has been no for almost two years There was no denying the other kingdoms were isolating them. The other half of a bloody war that had been going on for far too long. Who wanted to go into hostile territory when they could trade where it was safer further up north?

“There’s a rumour,  a father and daughter were passing through Jnaria at night, they were caught and the Queen had their throats slit for trespassing! ”

“I heard a merchant was brave enough to trade there, he wandered into the wrong territory they say, the next day they  found his body buried in the woods…”

“I heard apparently a slave boy had run away from his master, the child was hungry and took food from someone’s plate when they weren’t looking. They said the child’s missing still ‘til this day.”

At least that was how the rumours went. They had spread like wildfire from every mouth that told the tale to every ear that was willing to listen, far and wide. It was outrageous! Ridiculous! Who would believe such foolishness? 

With no ships coming in and no merchants travelling to Jnaria, her people and her had to heavily rely on themselves while trying to recover from the last battle. 

‘Your highness, you also have to respond to King Gwan’s letter concerning his kingdom’s festival next week in honour of their harvest being bountiful,”

“You want me to attend a festival while my kingdom-'' Areum asked incredulously, baffled he'd even suggest such a thing. 

“You and your husband,”

“Yoongi, be careful what you say I’m still your Queen, you know this marriage isn’t…” 

“Yes but I’m your advisor. Let me advise you, King Gwan has offered his help again this year. It would seem ungrateful and rude for you both to not attend as King and Queen even if we don’t accept his help this time,” 

Areum fell silent. Yoongi was right, through Jnaria’s struggle the Dyson Kingdom’s king has always been kind to them and helped them in their time of need. It was the only way Jnaria was able to put together an attractive dowry for the Valeris Tribe. It would be disrespectful to not attend but to leave the kingdom like this…

“You have nothing to fear your highness, I’ll be here to look after Jnaria while you are gone.” Her royal advisor reassured her as he scanned the documents laid out on the table. 

“But what if you're in need of me..”

“Then I'll send a messenger bird immediately but I believe I am capable of looking after the kingdom for a few hours on my own."

Areum rolled her eyes though she was smiling as she teased her friend, ”You sound very sure of yourself Advisor Min,”

“Maybe I’ve done it before and the kingdom hadn't fallen to pieces then, I’m a humble man your majesty,” Yoongi shrugged, smirking at her, “though I think you’re the one with the challenge ahead.” 

Areum growled in annoyance, no longer amused now that she was the topic of teasing. 

“Ahh it’s going to be like when you both were little huh? Jungkook and Areum hand in hand on the dance floor,”

“You know that isn’t how it’ll be Yoongi,” Areum sighed, defeated, a shadow crossing over her features. 

Her royal advisor spoke so quietly she thought he hadn’t meant for her to hear, a small smile tugging at his lips, ”You can’t lie to me your highness you can try to lie to everyone, including yourself, but you can’t fool me…”

“We should join the others soon,” Areum steeled herself, not ready to face the truth Yoongi spoke. 

Her friend and advisor simply nodded, “After you, your highness.”

When a monarch passes away his kingdom feels the loss but it is important that his heir takes over the throne immediately. After all, the people can not go without a ruler. They then rule the kingdom until the end of their life and the cycle repeats with their children. 

Although it was her birthright, in this moment, Areum felt like nothing but an imposter. 

Her shoes bit into the sides of her feet, the material of her dress scratched her skin and her jewels tugged at her ear, heavy on her neck. 

The bodice was too tight, it made it difficult to breathe and her shoulders fought to bear the weight of the dress. It was a dress fit for a Queen and it was just as restricting as the role. 

It felt as if her mother....

As if her mother would burst through the doors…and scold Areum for playing with her expensive pearls, only to give in to Areum's pleas to play dress up. 

She was a girl, a child pretending to be more capable than she actually was and her mother was going to tell her off  any minute now. 

Unknowingly, the corner of the queen’s mouth turned up at the thought of the fond memory, Areum’s first authentic smile all night. 

“What’s so amusing, your highness?” 

The young woman jerked back into the present, her smile slipped off her face as a formal and polite tug of her lips replaced it. 

She was an actress on stage with a mask to cover who she truly was and as much as Areum felt like a fraud, she wore it perfectly and as a professional actress she never forgot her lines. 

"Oh, the story you just told was too funny my lord, I'm still laughing!" 

"Ahh yes it was quite funny." Lord Eunwoo replied, snickering a little as he turned his attention back to Princess June who was animatedly re-telling the story of how she fell in front of King Herold at a peace summit. How embarrassing. 

"Congratulations your grace!" Duchess Marie greeted Areum, beaming at her and breaking the young queen from her reverie. She gave her a quick embrace before drawing back a little, her arms loosely around Areum. 

"Oh! You look so beautiful, when do I get to see your husband? I just arrived, is he here yet?" 

"Ah no not yet, you're just in time he should be here soon," 

"Is he as handsome and intimidating as they say he is? He doesn't leave Valeris very often so everyone who wasn't at the wedding is very excited to see this beautiful, mysterious Tribal leader. “

Areum chuckled, “Well you’ll have to see for yourself,” she playfully returned hoping she sounded like a smitten bride. 

While it was known this marriage was unwanted by almost all, as far as the people knew it was a love marriage. 

It was taboo for an avian and a human to be together so the royal council hoped to fabricate a story about star-crossed, forbidden lovers who were once promised to each other to win over the hearts of the people. It meant appearances were to be maintained at all times. 

The duchess sent her a warm smile as she squeezed Areum’s shoulder. Duchess Marie had always felt to Areum like  the closest the queen would ever get to a friend or an older sister. 

“Chief Jeon and his party have arrived!” the master of ceremonies bellowed, announcing the arrival of the tribe leader. 

“Oh, it seems your husband’s here,” Duchess Marie mused, swirling the glass of wine a server had offered her. 

“It would seem he is.”

Jungkook hadn’t said a word to her since the council and the Tribe elders met for the first time in decades, to discuss their union. 

“So it is settled then? You agree that the best course of action to solve all our problems is uniting as one?”

“Yes I agree, and I agree to your terms Chief Jeon,”

“Then  we’ll  hold the wedding at Jnaria’s castle in a week”

“Your highness, the customary first dance.”  Yoongi reminded, at her side now after the entrance of the Tribal Leader. 

“Let them at least  properly enter the castle,” 

All heads turned to look on as their new King made his entrance,  even the band played with a little more enthusiasm and energy.

Chief Jeon and his warriors hadn't walked in but rather flown in gracefully before landing on one knee in front of the queen, a fist coming up to rest over their hearts with their head lowered. Chief Jeon in front and his warriors forming a V shape behind him. 

“Queen Areum, your highness,” Jungkook rose as he spoke, coming up from his low bow. 

The divide between the people could not have been more known  even if there wasn’t a big gap between where the Jnarian citizens stood, clad in their formal attire and where the Valeris tribe members stood, their wings tucked in a colourful kaleidoscope, traditional markings decorating their bodies.

Areum swallowed as she dipped into a curtsy, returning his greeting, “Welcome Chief Jeon,  I hope you and your warriors enjoy tonight,”

“Thank you your highness,” 

With the arrival of the groom and his Tribe, the official wedding reception celebrations began and with that came what Queen Areum had been dreading the most: the first dance of the royal couple. 

“Will you do me the honour?” Chief Jeon gently asked, his hand outstretched for her to take. 

Areum nodded, her heart dropping to her stomach as she dipped into a low curtsey, slipping her hand into his, he led her to the centre of the dance floor.  

“We'll have to leave the castle early in 3 days time for the Avian ceremony." 

"I'm sorry. We'll be what?" Areum asked, a little ungraceful as a queen should be but too preoccupied to notice if anyone saw her act in such a manner  in front of the Chief. 

"We will do the Avian engagement and wedding ceremony in the morning, we must arrive early, the auspicious time only lasts for a few hours." 

"We'll be getting married...again, is that what you are saying?” Areum asked burrows furrowing in confusion, lips set into a line, “What are you talking about? I never agreed to anything." 

"I sent a messenger bird two days ago,” at this Jungkook genuinely paused in his movements,  his expression mirroring her confusion, before falling back into the dance steps a beat later. 

“I haven't gotten any messages. Why do we need to do another ceremony? I thought those not of the tribe weren’t- ”

“Weren’t allowed to enter the village yes, but you are my wife now, you are the wife of the Chief." 

You are my wife now. Clearly Jungkook had no problem referring to her as his wife. 

“There’s something else I need to discuss with you.”

He surprised her when he moved to spin her into his arms and away from his body, then continuing into the original steps again. She had no idea when he learned to dance. 

“There has been unrest in the tribe after a few of our members have gone missing.”

Missing?

“All who have gone missing at the Northern border.” his voice dropping to a low murmur. 

Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, watching, waiting, as if he expected her to know the whereabouts of the persons and he would find them in the minute changes of her expression. 

Areum stopped dancing altogether, stumbling a little as she felt a new rage build up, realizing his underlying accusation. How dare he accuse her of kidnapping, on the day of their wedding when they had just made a formal alliance. 

“Are you suggesting that I devised some sort of plot to kidnap these people to- to do what exactly with them Jungkook? hmm?” she asked mockingly, voice laced with venom. 

“To ensure I went through with the marriage? Maybe they were useful to you in some way all I know is that there are families that are waiting for their brothers and sisters, if you have any goodwill in your heart you would-”

“I can’t believe you. Why in the name of the stars would I ever-”

“It can’t be coincidence, Areum. There must be a reason they all disappeared there and haven’t returned to the tribe for days”

“I’m sorry, my heart breaks for those families”

“Then tell me where to find them,” He gritted out, losing his patience as his calm facade broke. They stumbled again, stepping on each other's toes. Areum unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand as Jungkook looked away, jaw dipping in and out.

It felt as if all eyes looked over to see the couple stop dancing. Areum gave her best polite smile, encouraging everyone to carry on before she excused herself, the crowd on the dance floor parting for her as she tried to not run out of the banquet, Jungkook close on her heels.

She hurried down the corridor to her bedchamber when he suddenly grabbed her upper arms and shoved her into the wall once he was sure they were alone in the empty hallway. 

With a palm on the wall on either side of her, he spread his wings to surround them, effectively caging her in his arms. He was unbearably close, his breath fanning her face as he spoke. 

“I stayed Areum, you don’t need to threaten their safety for the alliance your father so badly wanted-”

“Keep my father’s name out of your mouth-” she spat as her eyes welled with traitorous tears, she bit her lip and turned her cheek to him, eyes glued to the ceiling, she refused to let them fall. 

This man did not deserve her tears, only her red, hot, searing anger and hatred. 

A rage that she desperately clung to, to help swallow the pain. 

Instantly his anger dissipated and he softened at the sight of her unshed tears. Forgetting himself and the last two years, he reached to brush them away as he gently whispered in the dark hall, “Areum you were shocked, you were scared and confused that night, but I wasn’t the one to-”

“Yes you were, I saw you!” she smacked his hand away before he could touch her, furiously wiping her own tears. 

Her tears fell freely now. She hadn’t cried once since that night. She couldn’t but it was almost natural to her to slump against the wall and let him see her in this weak and vulnerable state. 

She hated it, she hated how easy it was to remember a time in which he was her closest confidant. A time when he was the only one to see her cry. 

“Areum-”

“I don’t want to hear it, good night Chief Jeon.” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. 

Tears streaming down her face, she shoved him away slamming the door shut before disappearing into her chambers. 

Yes, she was scared and confused that night but she saw him.

Standing over her father’s lifeless body, blood dripping from his glaive 

He was there. 

Even if her memories were foggy and marred, she remembered the pain, she remembered his betrayal. 

Even if something was tugging at her heart, pleading with her, believe him, it said. 

She couldn’t.

She pushed that voice aside.

Her father was gone, he was there that night and she needed someone to blame.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐕𝐈)

SERIES ONESHOTS

Wicked

Damn, The Delivery Boy

Edge

Angel In The Darkness

Hands On Learning

When Opposites Attract

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush

The Sadness Of Things

Naughty Pictures

Endgame

Tastes So Good

Spots

Drown In Your Body

Falling

30-Love

Navy Blue

Sanity

The Habits Of A Broken Heart

Cockblocked

Dotti

How Can I Help You Sir?

Oops

You Belong With Me

Soaked N’ Slipped

The Art Of Boxing

Too Much, Too Little

The Present

Crescent Bound

Piss Off Your Parents

Tinkerbell

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Wolf hybrid JK has a human female mate, and he wakes up to learn that his still sleeping mate has started ovulating. It's making him feral (she smells delicious and he just wants to bury his nose between her legs) and he has some fun trying to arouse her into waking up so he can satisfy his urge to breed her even though he knows she's on the pill.

(fantasy+smut+fluff) part of the prompt game pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x human!female reader genre: fantasy!AU, established relationship, hybrid!AU warnings: explicit sexual content, OC's ovulating, JK falls into a rut, JK whines, a little bit of tail wagging, desperate and feral JK (and OC), oral (m. and f. receiving), 69, unprotected seggs (didn't mention the pill but alas), breeding kink on both sides, kind of daddy kink, OC rides JK, doggy, multiple orgasms, size difference because duh, allusion to missionary, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 1.419

a/n: I hope the love confession suffices as fluff... lol

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Jungkook’s nose twitches, a mouth-watering scent lulling him out of his deep, restful slumber in the middle of the night.

It’s unusual to be met this early with this sweet, addictive indicator of your fertile phase of your cycle. Normally, your ovulation should start in two days, when he’s out of town, knowing that if he’s around you during these days, he’ll be forcefully thrown into his rut, which, mildly put, would be fatal for your human body in the long run.

But there’s nothing he can do now, his rut not only softly approaching but making an entrance with trumpets blaring. You’re still fast asleep, both Jungkook and you sleeping naked as usual, him needing this intimate connection during the night to feel truly safe and loved.

Jungkook can’t help but watch you now, cock rock hard and leaking endlessly while your lashes flutter in your sleep, soft pink lips parted, letting out small puffs of breath. You’re beautiful, even while asleep, but he can’t do much when his thoughts turn explicit, your ovulation triggering his primal instincts.

Every cell of his is impatient, tail angrily twitching as he battles with the dilemma of what to do. He might try to wake you up, see if you’d be in the mood, which he reckons you will be—your own arousal fills the air. He knows you’re horny during this time, knows that you’ve got plenty of toys to satisfy your needs when he has to be out of town. But now he’s here, and when his hormones crash over him, he’s gone and won’t turn back.

He needs you. Now.

So he silently sits up, letting the duvet fall from his naked body and carefully pulling it off yours too. You’re lying halfway on your stomach, one leg angled upwards, giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt. You smell divine, and when your hips softly push into the mattress and you let out a barely audible moan in your sleep, he knows he needs to help you out.

Jungkook lets his nose stray from your neck down to your cunt, sniffing and inhaling you. His balls are swollen at this point, and he’s no longer able to suppress the needy whines escaping his throat. He needs to wake you somehow, but shaking you awake doesn’t seem right. No, he’ll give you the most loving wake-up call you’ve ever had.

Your cunt is now drenching the sheets, Jungkook lying on his stomach right in front of it between your legs, his hips desperately rutting into the mattress as he watches your weeping hole. He’s restless; he needs to bury not only his big, fat cock inside you but his tongue as well. With one last deep inhale of your arousal, he lets his instincts take over, knowing you’d love him waking you up like this even when you’re not ovulating.

His tongue takes a long, leisurely swipe over you, Jungkook entering paradise because you taste so fucking delicious. Your hips move at that, a silent moan again escaping your sleeping form as Jungkook continues to lick your juices like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

Jungkook can’t help himself; he whines and moans against your core, pushing his tongue as forcefully inside you as his hips push into the mattress. He’s going insane, and every reason behind it is you—always has been.

The haze of his rut is too strong, and he can’t think straight now as he grabs you by the hips and straightens onto his knees. You wake with a yelp just as your legs wrap around his neck and your arms around his middle, your face now dangling right in front of his massive cock.

“Jungkook,” you try to scold, but it’s more of a moan than anything else.

He’s unable to stop, unable to distance himself from your cunt as he buries his face and nose between your legs, his breath and groans adding to the pleasure he gives you.

“Fuck,” you cry strangled, fingernails digging into his perfect ass as you can’t help but put his cock inside your mouth, sucking him off as desperately as he’s eating you out.

You’ve always wished for him to be with you when you’re ovulating, your hormones just too strong to really handle on your own, and even though you would have rather slept through the night, it’s not like you’re complaining now, secretly loving it when Jungkook’s in his rut—desperate and feral just for you.

It’s no surprise that Jungkook’s unable to control himself when his cock hits the back of your throat, rutting into your mouth like the wolf he is. The sight of his tight, big balls makes your mind short-circuit, knowing tonight you’re going to be sated like never before.

“So delicious,” he growls against your core, your hole pathetically pulsing in his face. And when you moan around his cock, arousal being pushed out of your cunt, he can’t hold back any longer and releases right into your perfect, hot mouth.

You swallow like you’re made for it, and he reckons you are, because there must be a reason for you to be his mate after all. He’s not sad his first orgasm hit him this early, knowing there’s more to follow and that your beautiful cunt isn’t worthy of his first batch.

“Gonna breed you like the bitch you are.”

And it’s like there’s a wolf inside you too, as those words make you feral in a way he hasn’t seen before. You push yourself away from him, tumbling onto the mattress but getting up immediately, tackling him down despite your smaller frame.

Your lips are on his in an instant, tasting not only his but your own arousal on both your lips and tongues.

“Gonna show the big bad wolf who’s in charge now,” you taunt while you line his cock up and slowly sit down.

He’s bigger than usual, and it shows in the way your cunt protests at its size. But you don’t stop, can’t stop. You need him, you need his seed to fill you up, need to pretend he’s putting babies inside you.

“Wanna carry your babies, Kook,” you mewl as you slide all the way down to his pelvis, cunt fluttering wildly with the fantasy of him filling you up until his seed spills through your body out of your mouth.

“Fuck, ___. You want it? Want me to make your belly swollen?”

“Yes, fill me up, Kook.”

You’re not sure who’s fucking whom—if you’re fucking yourself on his cock or if he’s fucking upwards into you—but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. All that matters to you is Jungkook, his cock drilling into you, and the need to feel as one.

You’ve never felt this good with him, never enjoyed the squelching sound of your pounding more than now, and it shows in the way Jungkook too can’t slow down.

“Baby mama of my pups, hm? Desperate to show who’s your daddy, hm?”

“Yes, fuck yes, daddy, please give me your pups. Love your pups. Deserve your pups.”

There’s not much more to say after that as Jungkook flips you around, his cock ramming right back inside you from behind as he keeps fucking you like he’s meant to. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips while you bravely keep your arms straight, taking every thrust like you’re made for it too. 

Something about the way Jungkook fucks you in this position makes you feel so much more connected, and you know he feels it too, his primal instincts aligning with yours so perfectly.

“I’m about to cum so hard,” Jungkook whines as his hips grow irregular and frantic. And while you, up until now, weren’t near your own release, it’s the pulsing of his big cock inside you and the pressure of his seed spilling inside that pushes you over the edge as well.

“I love you so much,___.”

You’re a moaning mess, Jungkook unable to stop rutting, making you come again and again, arousal and cum coating not only your thighs but your ass as well.

Before you can collapse down on the mattress face-first, Jungkook flips you around again, his golden eyes shining down on you with a lust barely sated.

“I’m not done with you,” he growls, and as he aligns his still hard and creamy cock with your sobbing entrance, you know the night is far from over.

╰┈➤ Old Friends | Jeon Jungkook

✎PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

✎SUMMARY: somewhere along the way Jungkook and you lost the lead. You’d take one step forward and four steps back. Somehow everything was lost in the path of love, in the path of something so beautiful.

✎WARNINGS: minor character death due to breast cancer, angst. Jk is a little mean for a short while, parental divorce, fluff!!

What started out as a young and blossoming friendship between the seven year old Jungkook and seven year old Y/N, turned into a sour misadventure of young hearts, splitting right under the setting skies of Paris, The young boy still living in Jungkook had his confidence and love taken, and the small girl still lively in Y/N, had her first true heart break.

Y/N found Jungkook under the staircase of their gym. Big bug eyes teary and small button nose red, her heart skipped a beat in pity and hurt, without a word hugging the younger boy to her smaller body. She offered him her favourite animal crackers, which only served to make him cry a little harder, sobbing heavily as he murmured a small ‘thank you’ and picked up a few of the lions.

Y/N smiled at him, eyes crinkling with her deep and sweet smile, urging Jungkooks boyish smile. Tears glistening in the boys eyes as Y/N wiped them away, optimistically telling him ‘now no more crying’ in her high pitched voice. The young boy nodded, smiling shyly as Y/N nudged his shoulder ‘wanna tell me what upset you?’.

The mysterious and cute boy swallowed thickly, chest swarmed with hurt and discomfort, ‘Henry told me I don’t belong here’. His voice was raspy, cracking as his bottom lip wobbled, y/n cooed, pecking his salty cheek and giving him her orange juice.

He thanked her, smiling a small smile.

From that day, Y/N became jungkook’s first friend and his favourite person. He invited her to his birthday party, which was exclusively only for him and her to enjoy in some restaurant his mom booked, full of games they could explore idly. Their moms sat somewhere in the corner, watching their two children being extremely loud and ruckus with everything but enjoying themselves.

That day, he traded his larger teddy with Y/N, telling her the pink teddy was too girly for him even though he did genuinely like it. She handed him his present, ‘i hope you like it kookie’.

The iron man teddy, though now slowly loosing his threads and has age related marks still sits on his bed. At fifteen years of age, the teddy is still his favourite item he owns. Just like the pink teddy is precious to y/n. Not really understand the homework he had, he asked his most valued person for help.

A couple days after the birthday party, you had learned jungkooks parents were divorcing. He was having a rough time, asking where his father is, wondering why he left. At the age of thirteen, Jungkook started resenting his father for leaving his mother and him for a younger woman. Now he sits across y/n with books splayed out in front of them, both rubbing their heads in confusion.

“Honestly kookie, I don’t think I’m much help to you”

He laughed. Y/N, had noticed how much he started growing into his features. His doe eyes turning more foxy, cheeks becoming higher and jawline more prominent. Y/N, though she knew much earlier, has became frighteningly more aware of Jungkooks handsomeness. She started wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. To feel his soft lips against hers. But she never let him know. It was her little secret, even if she knew it was wrong because he is her best friend and she’d never risk it like that.

At eighteen Y/N realised her feelings were much more than just a teenage crush. She hated the sight of him with other girls, it hurt her deeply. It made her tummy churn and her chest squeeze. In turn, she’d take that pain and sleep with men she didn’t particularly know much about.

What she didn’t realise is Jungkook’s feelings were even stronger for her, hating the sight of her crying over men who didn’t deserve her, worrying about her twenty four seven, staying up all night when she’d go out for drinks with her friends, always picking her up and comforting her the next morning when she’d throw up. She was his third eye, she was the woman -along side his mother- he’d protect with all his might. The woman he’d chase across the world.

Everything he was working on, his entrance for college, his career, everything was for her. Even if he didn’t end up with her, he was doing it all to ensure she had the most beautiful life possible. Opening a savings account and putting away money for her. So he can make sure she’d never have to worry about money problems like she did when they were younger.

The day both of them stumbled into his home drunk and giggling, his mother was there with a worried look and a slipper in her hand as she slapped both of them on the ass for worrying her about their were abouts.

At sixteen, Jungkook had to comfort Y/N when her mother passed away to breast cancer. He stayed all week with her, feeding her small amounts of food and helping her cope. For three months straight, Jungkook ensured her comfort. Ensured Y/N knew she had someone aside from her father to lean on. Jungkook was her fallen angel.

The young pair was together through thick and thin. From picking each other up and glueing one another back together, to sharing wonderful memories. They were there for each others firsts, from first kisses, to first cars. Jungkook and Y/N, though they did not know it yet, were destined for each other. They were bonded for life.

For their 21st birthday they flew to Thailand. Exploring new places and destinations, spending sunsets and sunrises together. That was the first time Y/N rode on a motorcycle, clinging to jungkooks back as he chuckled, wind blowing threw her hair as she laughed away. A beautiful sunset taking over the city. It was magical, beautiful. It was everything Y/N dreamed of, having Jungkook to herself for a week straight.

At twenty five years of age, they travelled to Europe, Paris was their destination. They were to spend a year there, learning French, making cheese from scratch and working at a bakery. Jungkook was the happiest he was in his life.

“I’m screwed,” y/n whispered to Jungkook, “the bagel is not bageling”.

Kneading the dough, jungkooks brows furrowed as he snickered, “that’s not a word love”.

“You get what I mean”.

Y/Ns dream was to open her own bakery in Paris, and Jungkook was adamant on making that dream come through, soon he’d tell himself.

“Well lucky for you I knew the bagels were not bageling,” he chuckled, “and made a new batch”.

He watched the way her eyes lit up, pecking his cheek as she tied the apron on her back, “you are mighty kookie!”.

During their two week work-vocation, they spent the last weekend drinking, drinking a little too much. A little too confident with their steps back to their shared apartment, somehow, words have been twisted, and Jungkook finally uttered the feelings laying heavy on his chest.

“Leave that ugly French guy,” he’d say to the sobering y/n as he swayed and she opened the door, “he’s no good for you. He could never treat you the way I could. Y/n you know me practically all my life, and to be fair, I fell in love with you when I was seven years old.”

“Oh don’t be silly, you didn’t even know what love was at seven.”

That crushed Jungkooks heart. Though he was drunk, he understood everything you were telling him and it stung him even worse than when his father left. He nodded, shutting his mouth and going to his room. Y/N didn’t intend to respond like that, she got far too nervous. She wasn’t sure wether he was spewing random Freud of love thoughts within his drunk-ness or if he truly meant his words.

The following morning, as Jungkook woke up with a pounding headache and Y/N, ever the light weight, was throwing up, he tended to her like always. Even if his heart was on its last hinge. He still rubbed her back and helped her up. Later that day, Y/N approached Jungkook.

“Yesterday, when we uhm, got home-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Y/N was hurt, he remembered but didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was pitiful the way he didn’t even look at her and instead, sipped his beer and looked at the tv. Y/N felt like she was choking, like he took a knife and slit her heart open. It was an awful feeling and she hated it. To be so ignored just told her she was falsely hopeful.

What y/n hated, was that for the next week Jungkook gave her the silent treatment, as if they were ten years old and arguing over who touched whose toy. At the bakery they worked in, y/n once again approached Jungkook, this time a lot more gently and sweetly.

“Kook can we talk”

“I’m busy.”

Y/N felt herself finally breaking down. Her heart aching so painfully she thought she was having a heart attack. To be shut down by your best friend is one thing, but to be ignored and given to cold shoulder is another thing. It hurt her so bad, that once they got home she looked at him with eyes full of tears and once again asked.

“Kookie, can we please talk”.

“We have nothing to talk about.”

Nodding silently to herself, she didn’t even shrug of the knee length faux fur black coat, instead turning to the door and leaving. Her fishnets done absolutely nothing to keep her bare legs warm in the bitter cold of Paris. Her above knee checkered dress was usual in keeping her body from shivering. But she was hurt, and she needed to be away from him, or else she’d be completely broken.

For more than a week now, he’s ignored her. Shut her out. Didn’t utter a single word to her, and refused to discuss what had been said. Now she sat at the curb of the path, staring up at the lit up Eiffel Tower, stuck in the city of love with a broken heart. She scoffed to herself, sniffling as her eyes teared up all over again.

Though hurt and stubborn, Jungkook followed her steps. He knew he messed up, but the way she had answered him that night really hurt him. Closed the deal for him. He shouldn’t have expected her to reciprocate his feelings, but he hoped, that maybe even a little bit of her had more than just friendly feelings for him. Despite it all, he still had to make sure she was okay.

Sitting beside her, he nudged her shoulder, offering her a pack of animal crackers. She looked at him with knitted brows, clear hurt evident in her eyes, “so now you want to talk? It took me breaking down for you to talk to me? Really Jungkook?”.

He sighed, his head hanging low, “y/n there isn’t much to talk about. I told you I love you and you told me it wasn’t real, what’s more to it? You want to tell me you hate me too?”

She scoffed, getting up of the curb and patting her backside off any dirt, “maybe if you talked to me, you’d realise I was nervous when you said that to me. Maybe you would have had the opportunity to tell me again, and I could tell you I felt the same way, but this time you’d be sober,” she turned away from him, “and I broke up with ugly French guy a long time ago.”

She began walking away, and as stunned as Jungkook was, he sighed heavily once again, following her closely as she walked away from him and into the city, taking the known route back home. The bustling of the streets was loud, at ten past nine it was usually busy. He had to make sure she got home safely.

The following day, jungkook unexpectedly back hugged Y/N in the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, weakly trying to shrug him off, “I’m sorry love, I have something to show you, will you come with me it’s important?”.

Even if she was beyond annoyed with Jungkook and upset, she’d follow him into the depths of dark, so nodding an annoyed yes, she dressed quickly and followed the man closely.

“Before we get there, I want to tell you, that I truly am sorry. I was just so upset when you said my feelings weren’t real, I thought you were trying to tell me you didn’t see me like that. It was childish of me to react like that anyway, but I hope you aren’t too upset with me”.

Her annoyed expression was enough to tell the young man she was pissed off with him, “I’m mad but I’ll get over it.”

He smiled, hugging her to his side as they continued to walk. Finally, they were stood in front of a unit, on the shopping street, there were plenty of shops and restaurants and business around, and there was this little place, outside covered in an ugly green and white colour. Her brows furrowed, unsure of why she was directly staring at their reflection in the windows, until she noticed the small Neon sign on the far wall ‘Angel Bakery.”

The name she told him she’d put down as their bakery’s, name. Her eyes teared up as she turned to look at him, he held a set of keys, his own eyes tearing up as she smiled at him, falling into his arms as she hugged him. She sniffled into his neck, his arms hugging her tightly as she pulled away from him, holding his chin in her hands and pecking his forehead.

“My angel, you’re my angel kook. No matter what you do, you’ll always be my angel”.

He smiled that bunny smile at her, eyes glancing to her lips as he held her face in his hands. He stared deeply into her eyes, both of their chests swarming with feelings, tummy’s full of butterflies as if they were on a rollercoaster, his lips met hers in a sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as his wrapped around her waist.

“Friends huh.”

The sound of Jungkook’s mothers voice brought them out of their daze. Both of their cheeks burning up as Jungkook muttered a “I didn’t think you’d be this early”.

“About damned time y’all settled down, I want grandkids for gods sake.”

The laughter filled the streets as his mother approached her son first, hugging him sweetly as she then approached you, hugging you tightly, her scent familiar and homely.

“He got you a ring since he was seventeen years old. Hopefully he doesn’t waste more time.”

A/N: enjoy my lovelies!!! This was so cute to write! I listened to ‘old friends’ by Coldplay as I wrote this.

NO TRANSLATION, COPYING OR RECREATION OF ANY KIND IS PERMITTED OF MY WORK!

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (10)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

SERIES: CHAPTER 9  | CHAPTER 11

Note: I just wanna dedicate this chapter to @jooniebugg coz your feedback in Your Eyes Tell (09) is <333 and it inspired me to write chapter 10! some lines in this update is my response to your comment heheh :*

You were not in trouble, but Jeongguk was.

“Guk," Jimin let out a breath as he closed his eyes. "Slow down, okay? I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

But Jeongguk couldn’t do it. He was sobbing uncontrollably that Jimin literally had to tell him to breathe.

Jeongguk tried to follow the instruction of his best friend’s boyfriend. Breathe. It should be easy, right? He only needed to stop thinking about you in able to breathe properly.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to get you out of his mind.

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (SPECIAL CHAPTER)

⇒ a glimpse of life with Jeon Jeongguk now that you can see colors.

Pairing: Dad!Jungkook x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre/Warnings: established relationship au, fluff, soulmate au.

Note: This is a special chapter for YOUR EYES TELL so it contains spoiler from said fic.

The total solar eclipse, a black pearl necklace being auctioned for nine hundred two thousand dollars, and you glaring at Jeon Jeongguk.

These things were rare occurrences, but it looked like the last event you had mentioned would happen more frequently.

“I said no, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk. After being together for half a decade now, your husband still shuddered with fear every time you called him using his given name.

Why couldn’t you just call him Gukkie? Did he fuck up so bad that you refused to coo his favorite nickname anymore?

“But—”

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