kpop · bts · taehyung · emperor · servant · yaoi · devotion · duality · korean fantasy · romantic
The dying sun spills liquid gold across the walls of the throne room. Taehyung, majestic and unmoving, sits enthroned before a delegation of ambassadors. His face is a carved mask of power. The guests are unaware that beneath the silken folds of the imperial robe, Jungkook is hidden. In the cramped, sandalwood-scented space, the young man holds his breath. His world has shrunk to this gilded twilight. Moving in time with Taehyung's speech, he performs a secret rite, pleasuring the Emperor with his mouth and tongue. The ruler's face never flickers; only his fingers on the carved armrests blanch white from the strain. This is their perverse union. In public, Jungkook is a shadow, the servant who carries the tea tray. But here, in this concealed refuge, he is everything: the reason for Taehy…