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🌹🌙✨🍂🫧 ⋆｡: Our love on trial ｡⋆ 🌹🌙✨🍂🫧
The arena sprawls below, a pit of packed earth and splintered wood, ringed by stone walls that amplify the crowd’s roar—a guttural, living beast that hungers for blood. High above, on a platform draped in crimson banners, the royals sit like gods passing judgment. Taehyung perches at the edge, his cream cloak fluttering in the sharp morning breeze, silver hair catching the pale sun.
His hands grip the armrests, knuckles white, eyes fixed on the arena below. The King sits beside him, face a mask of stone, while courtiers whisper behind jeweled hands. The air smells of dust, sweat, and iron, thick with the promise of violence.
The crowd surges, a sea of faces screaming, fists pounding the air. “Blood! Blood!” they chant, their voices a tidal wave that crashes against the stone. Taehyung’s breath hitches, his heart a frantic drum in his chest. Below, two figures step into the arena, their armor glinting dully under the overcast sky.
Jungkook, broad-shouldered , grips a battered sword, its edge nicked but sharp. His linen shirt clings to his bruises, but his eyes burn, fueled by the mating bond pulsing in his veins. Across from him stands the betrothed—Lord Aric, a noble alpha, sleek in polished steel, his sword gleaming like a courtier’s smile. Aric’s lips curl, arrogant, his stance all privilege and scorn.
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The herald’s horn blares, a mournful wail that silences the crowd for a heartbeat. Taehyung leans forward, his cloak slipping from one shoulder, eyes locked on Jungkook. The alpha’s stance is steady, but his hands tremble slightly, the weight of the sword unfamiliar after days in chains. Aric circles, slow and predatory, his blade catching the light as he taunts, “Ready to die, peasant?” Jungkook’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t answer—his gaze flicks upward, finding Taehyung’s in the crowd, a silent vow passing between them. The omega’s tears glisten, but he doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away.
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The first clash of swords rings out, metal screaming against metal, sparks flying as Jungkook parries Aric’s strike. The crowd roars, a beast awakened, their cheers shaking the stands. Jungkook moves fast, feet scuffing the dirt, his blade a blur as he dodges Aric’s polished swings. The noble’s strikes are precise, trained, but Jungkook’s are raw, fueled by desperation and love. Blood beads on his knuckles where the sword’s grip bites into his skin, but he doesn’t falter. Taehyung’s hands twist in his lap, his breath shallow, each clang of steel a knife to his heart.
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Aric lunges, his sword slicing toward Jungkook’s side, but the alpha twists, the blade grazing his ribs, tearing fabric but not skin. The crowd gasps, then cheers, thirsty for more. Jungkook counters, his sword arcing low, aiming for Aric’s legs, but the noble dodges, his laugh sharp and cruel. “You fight like a dog,” Aric spits, circling again. Jungkook’s eyes flash, the mating bond glowing in his veins, giving him strength where hunger should’ve broken him. Taehyung’s lips part, a silent plea, his body trembling as he watches, caught between hope and dread.
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Jungkook’s blade swings wide, catching Aric’s arm—a shallow cut, blood blooming red against the noble’s polished armor. The crowd inhales sharply, a ripple of shock through the stands. Aric snarls, retaliating with a swift slash that grazes Jungkook’s shoulder, tearing fabric and skin. Blood drips onto the dirt, dark and stark, and the arena erupts, cheers mingling with gasps. Taehyung flinches below his high perch, his hands clasped tight, body shaking as he watches the crimson stain spread. Jungkook winces but stands firm, his eyes flicking upward for a heartbeat, meeting Taehyung’s wide, pleading gaze.
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The swords clatter to the ground, discarded in the frenzy, and the fight devolves into a brutal brawl. Aric tackles Jungkook, both men tumbling into the dust, fists flying in a blur of rage. Punches land heavy—Aric’s knuckles splitting Jungkook’s lip, blood smearing his chin; Jungkook’s elbow cracking against Aric’s nose, a spray of red painting their faces. The crowd leans forward, roaring like thunder, the guttural sounds echoing off the stone walls. Taehyung pants, his breath ragged, silver hair disheveled as he grips the railing, unable to tear his eyes away, his body trembling with the agony of waiting.
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They scramble apart, lungs heaving, and snatch up their swords once more, blades gleaming with fresh blood. Aric charges, his strikes wild now, less precise, fueled by fury. Jungkook dogdes , his body shaky. He glances up again, quick and desperate, catching Taehyung’s tear-streaked face—the omega shaking, lips parted in silent prayer, his cloak clutched like a lifeline. The swords clash anew, sparks flying, the arena a whirlwind of steel and sweat.
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The arena is a haze of dust and blood, the air thick with the metallic tang of violence. Time slows, each movement heavy, deliberate, as if the world holds its breath. Jungkook and Lord Aric circle each other, their swords trembling in weakened grips, breaths ragged and uneven. Aric’s polished armor is dented now, streaked with dirt and blood, his face twisted with exhaustion and disbelief. He didn’t expect this—a peasant, starved and battered, matching him blow for blow, stamina fueled by something deeper than training.
Jungkook’s body screams with pain, his shoulder bleeding, lip swollen, but the mating bond burns in his chest, a fire that refuses to die.
Aric swings, his blade arcing sloppily, and Jungkook stumbles, his legs buckling under the weight of fatigue. The crowd surges to its feet, a deafening roar shaking the stone walls as Jungkook’s sword slips from his hand, clattering to the dirt. He hits the ground hard, head smacking the earth, a dizzy fog clouding his vision. The world spins, his limbs heavy, unable to rise as Aric looms above, a cruel grin splitting his bloodied face.
The noble straddles him, pinning Jungkook’s chest with a knee, his sword raised high, glinting in the pale sunlight. The crowd’s cheers swell, hailing their champion, feeding Aric’s ego as he turns to bask in their adoration, his blade still poised for the kill.
“I guess the omega is mine to fuck,” Aric sneers, voice dripping with triumph, his sword angled to drive into Jungkook’s neck. He screams, a victor’s cry, but he’s too slow, too caught in his own arrogance. Jungkook’s hand, trembling but sure, creeps toward his fallen sword, fingers brushing the hilt. The mating bond surges—a pulse of Taehyung’s love, raw and electric, flooding his veins with one last burst of strength. In a flash, Jungkook grips the sword, his arm moving like lightning, and drives it upward, the blade piercing Aric’s neck from the side.
Blood spurts, hot and red, spraying across Jungkook’s face as the sword punches through the other side. Aric’s eyes widen, a choked gurgle escaping his lips as he collapses, his body slumping to the dirt, bleeding out in a crimson pool. The crowd falls silent for a heartbeat, shock rippling through the stands, before erupting into a wild, chaotic cheer. Jungkook sits up, dazed, his head spinning, hands shaking as he stares at the lifeless noble beside him. He’s alive. He won.
A cry cuts through the noise—“Jungkook!”—and he turns, vision blurry, to see Taehyung running toward him, silver hair flying, cream cloak billowing like wings. The omega slams into him, arms wrapping tight, pulling Jungkook into a desperate embrace as they collapse together in the dirt. Taehyung sobs, face buried in Jungkook’s blood-streaked chest, his body trembling with relief and joy.
Jungkook holds him close, one hand cradling the back of Taehyung’s head, the other wrapped around his waist, soothing despite the blood and pain. “Love wins, love wins, baby, I told you so,” he murmurs, voice hoarse but steady, kissing Taehyung’s tear-soaked cheek.
Taehyung clings to him, sobbing harder, his mate, his lifeline, his everything, safe in his arms. The crowd’s roars fade, the arena’s dust settles, and for this moment, it’s just them—two souls bound by love, unbroken by the kingdom’s chains.
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