*Dragon King x innocent human*

→→A story where A Dragon king found his mate as a meek, fragile human being.⏎

❍Kim Taehyung, a Dragon King, is a ruthless, merciless, hot-headed dragon. His one-nose flame is capable of burning you into ash, the biggest dragon in the dragon chronology. Is the owner of Dragonfire, the master of all the monsters. Have bizarre proficiency.

❂Jeon Jungkook, a very fragile, soft, delicate, naive human, is ill-treated by the villagers, who don't know how to write and read and is usually called 'a disgrace', the boy is unaware of the fact that a Dragon King has been waiting for him for centuries."

What happens when villagers decide to sacrifice the naive-minded Jungkook to the Dragon King to end their crisis?

Will the merciless Dragon accept the human as his mate?

...Introduction ...

Kim Taehyung

Known as Lupercal

Dragon King

Age: 2345

Human age: 26

Relationship: found his mate

Ruthless, merciless, hot-headed, not very calm, patiently waiting for his mate to grow, damn possessive of his property, has mysterious abilities.

Supreme Lord Of Dragons and devils.

Family: elder brother.

Height:6'7 (taller than the average human)

Jeon Jungkook

Known as Disgrace

A Slave

Age: 15

Relationship: none

Innocent, cute, puerile, naive, immature, very obedient, doesn't know why everyone hates him, feels bad when someone calls him a disgrace, a femboy.

Family: none

Height: 5'2

[credit goes to the owner]

This book contains:

: Top Taehyung

: bottom Jungkook

: A lot of fluff

: Angst

: Foul language 

Here is a new story, Jungkook is intersex, which means his genitals are of a girl and the face of the boy is like that.

Please don't hate this book, all this is fictional, nothing is real, and all information is false.

If you feel uncomfortable, then kindly leave without spreading hate.

The woman in thin clothing is crying and screaming in pain, while two old ladies support her, holding her large belly. It conveys a sense of intensity and concern.

"Push, jeon push!"

Amidst the woman's agonizing screams, she summoned every ounce of strength to push harder. The room filled with the intensity of her efforts until, suddenly, a profound silence descended, broken only by the tender cries of a newborn baby echoing through the space.

As the woman lay there, she was handed her newborn, anda noticeable mix of relief and wonder painted her face. The two old ladies, now witnesses to the miracle of birth, stood by her side. The woman, driven by curiosity and joy, gently cradled the baby in her hands, inspecting every delicate detail. With a mixture of anticipation and certainty, she peered to discern the gender.

A moment of confusion followed as the initial impression of a boy based on the baby's face was contradicted by the revelation of the genitalia, unmistakably that of a girl.

Shock etched across the woman's face as she absorbed the unexpected revelation. With a mix of disbelief and surprise, she carefully placed the baby on the ground. The room fell into a momentary hush before the woman, unable to contain her astonishment, released a resounding shout that echoed through the space.

"DISGRACE, he is untouchable," The sudden revelation echoed, not only through the room but also in the eyes of the other lady. A veil of shock clouded her expression as she gazed sadly upon the lifeless form of the mother who had succumbed just after the delivery. The room, once filled with the cries of new life, now held a poignant contrast between the joy of birth and the sorrow of loss.

"Mother also died," In solemn unity, both ladies took their seats, a heavy silence enveloping the room as they mourned the passing of the mother. The air filled with a somber stillness.

A sudden commotion outside disrupted the mourning, accompanied by a menacing dragon growl that reverberated through the entire village. The two ladies turned their attention to the entrance, their expressions marked by a mix of curiosity and fear. A breathless man burst into the room, panting heavily, and urgently conveyed

"The baby which is born right now is Dragon King's mate," the ladies were shocked to the core, that how can a disgrace be the mate of The Great Dragon King?

"So"

"So, Lupercal has himself come to take his mate, I think we should give the baby to him," the man suggested.

"No, we can not, we have a train the baby to be a perfect mate to the King, ask Lupercal can give us some time to train him," the man nodded and went from there.

Some minutes later he came and said.

"Lupercal is ready to give 15 years to train but now Luperal wants to mark the boy," lady nodded solemnly and handed the newborn to the man. With a sense of purpose, he cradled the baby carefully, carrying the precious life out into the turmoil outside.

In the midst of chaos, the grieving ladies clasped their hands in prayer, fervently hoping that Lupercal, the Great Dragon King, would remain unaware of the unexpected revelation regarding the baby's gender.

Returning with the baby in his arms, the man faced the ladies and somberly uttered

"Luperacl had marked him on his waist and gave him a name," the lady nodded and said.

"What's the name?"

"Jungkook,"

The announcement of the name "Jungkook" resonated through the room, leaving the ladies startled. Its air of superiority, power, and excellence carried an unfamiliarity, a uniqueness that seemed foreign in the context of their village.

"What's the surname of the dead mother," the man questioned.

"Jeon,”.

"So, his name will be Jeon Jungkook, right?"

The ladies nodded and said.

"Send him to the orphanage," The man, bearing the weight of the somber reality that awaited Jungkook, made his way to the orphanage. Little did the infant know that the path unfolding before him would be fraught with a different kind of training. Instead of sword fighting or horse riding, the training here focused on a stark and oppressive version of domesticity.

In this institution, the lessons weren't about building strength or skills but rather about instilling the notion of subservience. The regimen comprised mundane tasks associated with a meek, fragile, and traditional role – sweeping floors, washing clothes, and perfecting the art of silence. The girls at the orphanage were molded into living dolls, expected to execute their duties without objection, a life scripted to revolve around pleasing their future husbands.

Ten years later...

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook gazed up, innocence in his eyes, only to be met by the stern figure of the headmaster, a stick in hand, and an expression that harbored both anger and authority. The room seemed to tense as the headmaster spoke in a harsh tone, setting the tone for an environment where discipline came with severity.

"You did the farming yesterday, right?" Jungkook stood up and put his wet soap-crammed hand behind his back, and lowered his head.

"Y-yes, master,"

"Did you do it well?" he asked.

Jungkook nodded with a low head. Then, he heard a mocking laugh.

"Hmm, show me hands," Jungkook gulped severely and forwarded his soap-dripping hands, then *hit*

"Count"

*hit

"One"

*hit*

"Two"

The headmaster mercilessly beat his hand with a stick till his heart was satisfied. Then he told him to turn back, which he did when the master ordered a whip and whipped his back as punishment.

After sometime

It was mid-noon, and the sun was on the head; everyone was in their house due to the intense heat, and there was Jungkook, who was working on the farms again as a punishment as some teenagers hated him cause he was too beautiful and cute without even trying.

Jungkook was sweating inadequately, he try to fasten his pace, but his bare feet were burning, they never gave a pair of footwear to him, and he do all the work with bare feet, his hand were also injured as there were insects and thoron.

A few minutes later, he was done with his work; he walked toward the kitchen of the orphanage and started preparing the lunch for the people living in the building.

He lifted the big steel big and put it on the wet mud hill and put some dry leaves and branches under the pot and lit a fire in the leaves and branches; he put the oil the pot and other ingredients in it. After sometimes he stirs the curry. He turned and opened the lid of the other pots and saw the rice was boiled.

He went toward the headmaster and said to him.

"Master, food is ready,"

Then, the headmaster ordered the servants to serve the food to the children and other people, Jungkook sighed tiredly and went from there to the cattle field, and there, he scoured the pooped area and arranged new grass for cattle.

Now, he sat on a rock and thought about the he had done so far.

"Washing clothes are done,

Cleaning the silver wares is done,

Work on farms is done

Cooking is also done,

What is left?"

He thought hard for a while, and then he remembered he had to go and bring water for himself from the well, which is quite far because no one let him use the well in the village.

Then he got up from the rock and went toward his room, well can't say room because it was made of branches, leaves and bamboo; he made his room because no one was ready to share the room with him, so he made his room outside the orphanage.

Ten years later...

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook looked up and saw his headmaster of the orphanage holding a stick in his hand, standing in front of him, carrying an angry expression and saying a harsh tone.

"You did the farming yesterday, right?" In response to the headmaster's stern presence, Jungkook rose to his feet, his small frame seemingly burdened by the weight of the moment. With a wet, soap-crammed hand discreetly placed behind his back, and head lowered, he adopted a submissive posture, embodying the expected demeanor of compliance within the rigid confines of the orphanage.

"Y-yes, master,"

"Did you do it well?" he asked.

As Jungkook nodded with a lowered head, a mocking laugh pierced the air, adding a layer of cruelty to the already oppressive atmosphere. The source of the laughter remained elusive, yet its taunting presence hung in the air,

"Hmm, show me hands," Jungkook, with a severe gulp, extended his soap-dripping hands forward, bracing for what was to come. The atmosphere tightened as the impending strike hung in the air, and then, the sharp sound of impact echoed through the room. The physical hit served as a harsh punctuation, emphasizing the harsh reality of the environment where compliance was enforced through physical discipline.

"Count"

*hit

"One"

*hit*

"Two"

In a brutal display of authority, the headmaster relentlessly beat Jungkook's hands with a stick, a relentless punishment that continued until the headmaster's satisfaction was met. The young boy endured the pain in silence. However, the ordeal was far from over as the headmaster, devoid of mercy, commanded him to turn around. Following the order, Jungkook faced a new form of punishment – the stinging lacerations of a whip against his back,

After sometime

Under the scorching mid-noon sun, with its unforgiving rays beating down, the village sought refuge in the shelter of their homes to escape the intense heat. Meanwhile, Jungkook found himself toiling away on the farms, enduring the grueling labor imposed upon him as a form of punishment. Unbeknownst to him, the cruelty extended beyond mere tasks; some teenagers harbored resentment, driven by envy towards his natural beauty and charm, making him an unwitting target of their disdain.

Sweating profusely under the relentless sun, Jungkook attempted to hasten his pace through the farm work. However, his bare feet, scorched by the heated ground, impeded his efforts. Deprived of footwear, each step brought discomfort and pain. To compound his hardship, his hands, already bearing the marks of earlier punishment, were now exposed to insects and thorns as he toiled away.

Despite the physical toll, a few minutes later, Jungkook completed his assigned farm work. Wearily, he made his way toward the orphanage's kitchen, transitioning seamlessly into the next task – preparing lunch for the inhabitants of the building.

Jungkook lifted the substantial steel pot and placed it atop a wet mud hill. Gathering dry leaves and branches underneath, he skillfully lit a fire, creating the base for his cooking. Pouring oil and various ingredients into the pot, he initiated the process of preparing the meal. As the curry simmered, he deftly stirred it, balancing the elements over the open flame.

Turning his attention to another pot, he lifted the lid and discovered perfectly boiled rice,

Approaching the headmaster, Jungkook addressed him with a measure of deference in his tone,

"Master, food is ready,"

Following the headmaster's orders, servants were directed to distribute the prepared lunch to the children and others in the orphanage. Meanwhile, Jungkook, wearied from his previous tasks, let out a tired sigh. Despite his fatigue, he diligently proceeded to the cattle field, where he undertook the less glamorous but essential duty of cleaning the area, removing the dung, and arranging fresh grass for the cattle.

Seated on a solitary rock, Jungkook took a moment to reflect on the tasks he had tirelessly carried out.

"Washing clothes are done,

Cleaning the silver wares is done,

Work on farms is done

Cooking is also done,

What is left?"

In the midst of contemplation, Jungkook's thoughts shifted to the practicalities of his daily life. A realization dawned on him, and he remembered the necessity of fetching water for himself. Aware that he was restricted from using the village well, he steeled himself for the journey to a distant source.

Rising from the rock, Jungkook made his way to what he considered his "room." Constructed from branches, leaves, and bamboo, it stood as a testament to both his solitude and resourcefulness. The choice to build his dwelling outside the orphanage revealed a poignant reality – the isolation imposed upon him by his peers.

With a simple bucket in hand, Jungkook set out on the familiar path to the well, a routine that bridged the distance between his makeshift dwelling and the communal water source.