personal slave

26.

As Jugkook made his way back to the palae, a sense of unease crept into his thoughts like tendrils of mist weaving through his mind. Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, an unfamiliar illness gnawed at his senses, leaving him adrift in a haze of uncertainty.

The weight of his recent conversation in the courtroom with the Royal priest and his parents lingered heavily upon him. Their words echoed in the corridors of his mind, each syllable laden with expectation and tradition, a reminder of the intricate web of duty and lineage that bound him to the throne.

"Son," his mother's voice resonated with a blend of reverence and solemnity, "it is an undeniable truth that the throne demands a Luna by your side, a beacon of stability and continuity for our kingdom. As the crown prince, it is incumbent upon you to uphold and honor the sacred traditions passed down by our ancestors. It is not merely a matter of obligation, but a testament to the steadfastness of our monarchy and the trust placed in our lineage by the people."

Her words hung in the air, pregnant with implication and expectation. Jungkook's father, the king, nodded in silent affirmation, his gaze a reflection of the weighty responsibilities that rested upon their shoulders.

"And as for the selection of a suitable Luna," his father continued, his tone measured yet resolute, "there is no need for concern, my son. Your mother and I have already undertaken the solemn task of identifying a worthy companion for you, one whose virtues and character befit the stature of our royal household. Invitations shall soon be dispatched, heralding the dawn of a new chapter in your journey."

With each word spoken, the gravity of his parents' expectations loomed larger, casting a shadow over Jungkook's path. Amidst the opulence of the palace walls, he stood at the crossroads of tradition and autonomy, grappling with the weight of destiny and the echoes of a future yet unwritten.

And with those various thoughts in mind his step heads him towards the room of a certain omega without his knowing.

As he stepped into the room, a serene vista unfolded before him, captivating his senses and igniting a flurry of emotions within his chest. The scene before him seemed to dance with tranquility, a delicate balance of peace and allure that stirred his heart into a wild rhythm, beyond his control yet soothing his restless mind.

Beside him lay the sleeping omega, a figure of ethereal beauty amidst the gentle embrace of slumber. With a tender touch, he brushed aside a few stray strands of hair that adorned the omega's peaceful visage, feeling an inexplicable surge of longing welling up from within.

In that moment, an overwhelming desire enveloped him, an instinctual yearning to envelop the omega in his embrace and hold him close for all eternity. It was as though an unseen force beckoned him to safeguard this precious soul, to etch him into the very fabric of his being, possessing him wholly and irrevocably.

"What you did to me ha..? " He whispered after lying beside taehyung. While pulling him in his embrace he inhales the sweet calming scent filling his senses till he get drunk into that fresh scent of dew and honey.

Taehyung stirred in his sleep. After opening his eyes slowly he find himself pressed against a hard chest which is slowly rising and falling indicating the fact that the alpha is asleep.

The omega tilted his face up to witness a calm handsome face, looking oh so peaceful totally different from the time when he is awake.

Taehyung sighed feeling oddly comfortable in his embrace. While laying their he started playing with his shirt buttons, tracing his fingers through every crease of the alpha's shirt.

"Is it fun...? " The alpha smirked seeing the Omega's shocked face. Taehyung immediately retorted his hand, his face went red due to embarrassment.

"So-sorry alpha.... " Taehyung whispered looking down.