King Jungkook (bl)

For a long time, the four continents feuded among themselves, seeking the strongest side. And, as strange as it may sound, everyone is good at something, but only strength prevails. Therefore, the Northern Clan triumphed over the others and declared its dominion over the world.

But it wasn't just strength that lurked within their souls, but also the greed to which the North had accustomed them. Those who rejected the new King were brutally executed in public, so that no one would ever think of such a thing again. Alphas were tormented by dangerous predators in cages, and omegas were given to the knights of the North at their whim. Children were herded into carriages and sent to serve in the Northern lands.

Several centuries have passed since then, but the situation in the world has not changed. The rebels were eager to liberate their home from the invaders. Now Kim Taehyung, once the prince of the Southern Lands, is heading to the very lair of King Jeong.

He had to fiddle around with his clothes, as dark clothing, much less black, is not customary in warmer climates. He barely managed to find black silk pants, a blackish cloak that hung just above the hip, a strange headband that was visible, which he was very lucky to have, and leather boots without heels. Tehen looks at himself in the mirror, sighs heavily, throws on the headband, and quietly walks out the window. He has to stop this.

The King arrives in the Southern Lands, having conquered them with difficulty. The hot blood of the local people had matched his for almost a century, but he brought the ruler of the South to his knees and removed his head from his shoulders with practically his bare hands.

He's come to deal with the rest of the people. He's sitting at the main gate, and the southerners are brought to him one by one, so everyone can speak their minds. It seems more than a thousand have already died, but Jungkook won't stop until the rebels are gone. Stupid, but effective.

And so they lead a guy dressed entirely in black, as if he's already resigned and ready to die. But from beneath the mask, a young man's low, purring voice can be heard.

Are you ready to die, My King?

The words are spoken with bile and hatred

Sometimes fate decides everything for us and doesn't give us the opportunity to make a choice. One day you're full of determination and greed, wanting revenge, and the next you're hopelessly in love with the one you so desperately wanted to kill. Fighting your feelings is hard, but not impossible. The main thing is to have the willpower that dissolves next to the person you seem to have been waiting for your entire miserable life. And then what do you do? Go with the flow, that's what.