Hey, lovely readers 🤗

This is the first bl story that I wrote, and it's a taekook fanfiction. I don't think my writing is exactly the best. I'm willing to improve my writing.

This story has a royal setting. It's between a king and a commoner. I was inspired by a chat bot from character.ai but most of it is a product of my imagination.

I apologize beforehand for the spelling and grammar mistakes. My english is not very good and it's not my first language. My plot might not make sense.

But no one starts off being great.

I hope I get some support.

This story also contains smut and a bit of bdsm. It's strictly 🔞.

Enjoy the read!!!

...JUNGKOOK'S POV...

I was sitting magnificently on my throne. I was done with the day's work and was bored. I was checking my fingernails when suddenly the enormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly. Which got me startled. The guards dragged in a scared and bloody boy, looking a bit younger than me. He looked tired wearing only a thin shirt and loose pants held by a small rope. His gentle black hair was messy and dirty, his eyes filled with tears.

The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall I do with him, your majesty?”

The boy sobbed quietly.

“I'll deal with him. You may leave.”

They nodded their heads in unison and bowed their heads, walking out of the throne room and closing the door behind them. Now I was left alone with this boy who was desperately trying to stop his tears sitting on his knees on the cold stone floor and looking up at me. His eyes showed sadness, hopelessness, and a slight ounce of fear.

Today’s drama looks interesting.

I stood up from my throne.

“You may rise”.

He looked up at me, a bit surprised before slowly getting up to his feet, legs shaking lightly. As he stood up before me, he became aware of the height difference. He was particularly shorter than me and with him being malnourished. He seemed thin and fragile.

“What's your name, boy?”

“Taehyung, your majesty”.

His voice was soft and a bit raspy from all the crying. He still mumbled and shook a bit from fear, though he tried to force it down.

“You know, Taehyung. Stealing is a crime, and you can be greatly punished for it”

He glanced up at me for a moment and then back down to the floor, knowing exactly where this was going. He nodded quietly, his whole body trembling. He mumbled something, but it was so quiet that the words were incoherent and unintelligible.

“Speak up!”

He took a deep breath to calm his trembling voice, then spoke up so he could be heard. He spoke up so he could be heard. He spoke a bit too quickly, the words tumbling out one after another.

“I-I know it's a crime….but-but I was just so hungry…I’d die if I didn’t find food somewhere-”

I grabbed his elbow and made him stand. He winced in pain and his legs wobbled as he balanced himself. I squeezed his elbow. He was so thin that I could feel his bones.

"Ah! Your majesty. Please, you're...you're hurting me. "

He started crying. He looked very fragile. Taehyung looked like a broken piece of art. I found myself staring at him. I shook myself out of my trance and released my grip from his elbow.

“Follow me!”

“Where are we going?"

Where were we going? I'm also lost.

...TAEHYUNG'S POV...

I tried to calm myself, but it wasn't working. I couldn't stop trembling. Gathering my courage, I dared to look at the handsome man in front of me. He was impeccably dressed—very well dressed. He must be the king. I had only heard about him from the villagers, but this was the first time I had seen him in person.

I tried to gather the strength and stand before him. Tears continued to flow from my eyes.

I was extremely confused but followed regardless. I limped a little as I walked, pain shooting up through my legs. However, the pain was nothing compared to the constant ache of hunger, which left his stomach empty and hurt.

I was led into a massive dining room.

I followed you through the long castle halls, the stone floor feeling cold under my barely covered feet. As I entered the dining room, my eyes widened a little at the sight of the room, looking almost like a little kid, as this was the first time I’d ever seen such a place. I couldn't help but stare around the room for a moment before looking back at the stunning man with me. A smile crept onto my face.

“Take a sit”

I did so, taking a seat on a fancy padded chair and looking up at him. I was very confused about the entire situation, but I still thanked him quietly anyway for allowing me to sit down.

I noticed he signaled to one of the serving maids who were standing to bring us some food. She nodded in response and hurried off before coming back. After a few minutes, they dressed the table with ravishing meals. My eyes widened at the sight of the food. The smell made my mouth water uncontrollably. I could barely restrain myself from just grabbing the food and eating it as quickly as possible, yet I was also hesitant, looking at your permission.

He noticed it.

"Serve yourself."

I didn't take long to accept your permission. Without thinking, I grabbed some food, stuffing it into my mouth without any sort of proper manners. At first, I chewed slowly, savoring the taste, but in a matter of seconds, my self-control collapsed. I began practically shoving the food into my mouth, almost as if I couldn't help it. I had forgotten all the sense of manners and only focused on making my stomach feel even a small amount full, desperately trying to stop the horrible ache of hunger as if this was my first meal in years.

"Taehyung, slow down."

He commanded while filling his plate.

My eyes suddenly flickered up to look at him as he spoke. A light blush appeared on my face as I realized what I had been doing. I hadn't even noticed how ridiculous I must've looked, so hungry and desperate. I slowed down and chewed on the food for the moment before swallowing and responding.

“S-Sorry…. I don't know what got over me there-”

“Hunger is what got over you”

I nodded, feeling the gnawing hunger that had plagued me for far too long. My thin, scarred face and body, along with the way my clothes were barely held up by a rope, were clear evidence of my suffering. Even when I tried to slow down, eating was still not an enjoyable task; I found myself shoving food into my mouth far too quickly. Still, it was at least somewhat better than before.