Chapter Text
Before we start:
- A Welder here is like an alchemist or something welding metals to from magical/ strong metals. This knowledge is very important for the supernaturals because these metals allow them to have many characteristics. They also offer protection,
- Jungkook’s family was the only Welding family on their land. When his parents are brothers were executed for their hunting activities, Jungkook was the only person remaining in his bloodline which is why he was saved.
- Jungkook calls the supernaturals savages because he obviously doesn’t like them. It’s like a slur.
- Speciesism as I said is like racism but with species. It sounds silly but anyway..
Enjoy.
His wake up call, like any other day, is his ankle becoming suddenly cold from the deactivation of the binding spell. They don’t really need a binding spell for his feet while he sleeps because his whole cell (yes a cell because it’s underground and surrounded by bars) is barricaded by magic. It just gives his sick captors a sadistic pleasure, and him a more broken feeling knowing that his captivity is endless.
Like Dante’s Inferno, Jungkook’s captivity has many levels.
He’s been dealing with this ever since his parents, the last known Welders and supernatural hunters in his land, were executed alongside his elder twin brothers in front of his twelve year old self. The only reason he wasn’t executed with them was that he was the only remnant of his bloodline, and the savages needed his family’s knowledge and his Welding powers.
So for the last ten years, he’s been confined to this enchanted cell, deprived of sunlight the whole week except on Fridays when he had to visit the mines. Savage elders and teachers sneering at him as they give him old books written in a language he barely deciphers.
Or pretends to barely decipher.
They hate him. They hate how they need him and can’t kill him. Every new breath he takes in front of them is a reminder of all the breaths their loved ones didn’t because they were killed by his parents and the likes of his parents.
And the knowledge of this makes him a little happy whenever he feels the warmth of the binding spell of his immobile feet at night.
Most importantly, they hate how for the last ten years, they couldn’t touch his face or enter his mind. The strongest of all of the savage kinds have tried breaking into his head, and it often ended with them on an anger rampage and him with a bleeding nose.
It’s all thanks to his mother’s last metallic creation, Njanosium, which she used to make all the rings she put on his face.
Two months before she was killed.
He loves how even in her death, she still beats the savages.
Touching his lip ring, he sends a quick prayer for his family. He stretches on his bed, waiting for his shifter guard to fetch his clothes for the day.
But the mutt doesn’t come.
He gets up and examines the clock at the other end of the room. It’s seven thirteen in the morning, and the savages have never been late. He never calls them though. He has never given anybody the pleasure of hearing his voice.
His voice is his.
They never let him keep any of the Welding books they stole from his family’s library. He can only study them when a savage elder is with him, taking notice of the specific pages and lines he’s studying. He can never study anything without supervision. They don’t want him to learn something they don’t know he does.
They already fear him enough.
They fear him a lot.
They still fear humans. While humans are the weakest species physically, nothing can trump their intelligence. They don’t have any animal instinct controlling them and influencing their brains. They’re not affected by alpha and omega pheromones. Their emotions never show in scent. And while they fall in love and choose partners, their fates are never tied to their mates.
Most importantly, when push comes to shove, they can go against their basic survival instincts.
Waiting, he turns to the shelf filled with books he was allowed to read alone. Books about their species and the Speciecide the humans committed.
Lies.
The humans didn’t kill any species to extinction. They only killed the wayward savages.
(Author’s note: the humans in the real world cause thousands of species to go extinct each year but in this universe we’re not talking about that okay? #SaveTheEnvironment)
Leafing through the Speciecide book, he remembers the days of his trials. While there was a consensus among the savages that the whole Jeon bloodline must be wiped, the elders couldn’t risk losing the only Welder descendent alive. So to soften the public opinion on him they made a series of trials for him, arguing that because he has never participated in hunts, he was innocent and shouldn’t be executed.
Three trials passed with him not saying anything. He was scared and filled with hate. He also terribly missed his family.
He also knew why they were so adamant on keeping him alive, so he decided that he won’t let their plans succeed
He was going to make them kill him.
Dramatic teenage him.
So on the fourth trial, the one with high society members and victim families, he uttered the only five words savages will ever hear from him.
“My family was never wrong.”
This caused an uproar in the court, winged savages flying to where his enchanted cage was to try to kill him, vampires screeching so loudly trying to cause his head to burst. Fire being thrown towards him (and hilariously making an elven judge’s robes catch fire). All the savages in the court wanted to spill his blood after that sentence.
That was until a very old vampire stood up and influenced the whole court into silence. He looked ragged for a vampire, which have always been known for their everlasting youth and strength. The ragged vampire looked at the angry but subdued crowds, and said the words that sealed his fate.
“Humans have no problem killing themselves if it hurts us. This kid wants to die. He’s asking you to kill him, because he knows he might be of use to our society.”
He then turned his gaze to Jungkook, filling it with all the scorn in the world. “You’ll live, you’ll suffer and you’ll help us prosper.”
A tear slid down Jungkook’s cheek. The ragged vampire smiled as if he’d just avenged someone.
He most likely did.
…
He’s now on the fourth chapter of the Speciecide book. They’re discussing the human cruelty of not accepting their supernatural mates, fully knowing how detrimental that is for the mental and physical wellbeing of the savages. Jungkook scoffs. Why should a human agree to spend their life with creatures that growl, and smell things and bite and drink blood?
The chapter continues discussing the terrorist humans who would mate supernaturals then kill or harm themselves to weaken their mates. Well that isn’t really nice.
But they drove humans into behaving like this for their survival. They have no right to complain.
It’s nine forty six now and nobody has come to even fetch him food. They’d been really particular about feeding him properly and checking his health.
After all, they wouldn’t want anything to happen to their captive pet with Welding knowledge.
Jungkook’s stomach growls. His brain isn't projecting any calming thoughts.
Suddenly the door opens. A savage he’s never seen before holding an expensive suit approaches him with an overwhelmed stare.
“Change into this.”
He obeys, donning the garments as fast as he can. The savage doesn’t turn to give him privacy.
Savages.
The moment he’s done, the savage’s stare blanks a little, then unexpectedly, spells bind Jungkook’s hands and a feet together.
What the actual fuck.
He knows that fighting is useless, he also knows that screaming is useless, so he doesn’t do anything.
At the end of the day, regardless of his intelligence and his immunity to their spells. Regardless of all the protective metals his parents pierced into his skin. Regardless of everything, the savages have always been stronger.
They’re the ones in control.
As the barricading magic disables and the savage unlocks his cell and lifts him like a pup of his, all Jungkook could think about is one thing.
His parents were never wrong.