Fairy Tale of Lust
Red hood and Hungry werewolf
⚠️This is not a love story. This is a fantasy where pleasure rules over emotion.
⚠️⚠️ Warning:
> [18+] This story contains NSFW themes, predator-prey kink, and aggressive dominance.
Taehyung is an ore (a boy with female body parts).
Top!Jungkook × Bottom!Taehyung. No fluff. Only hunger.
In a quiet village nestled between rolling green hills and soft fields of white blooms, there lived someone so delicate and stunning that even the breeze seemed to pause for a moment when he stepped outside.
To the villagers, he was known simply as "the Red Hood boy." But to those who had truly seen him up close, bathed in golden morning light or under the pink glow of dusk he was much more than just that.
Taehyung was an ore a boy born with delicate, feminine curves and a body unlike others. He was soft at the waist, gentle in the chest, with skin so pale it looked like moonlight had kissed every inch. But what made him unforgettable wasn’t his body. It was his energy.
He was all light giggles, wide brown eyes that sparkled like honey, and a voice so sweet that even the village children paused their games just to hear him hum while carrying his basket.
He lived in a small, cozy hanok near the end of the village path, with his mother who adored him more than life itself. Their home was simple wooden floors that creaked in the best way, curtains that fluttered every time the wind called Taehyung's name, and a garden overflowing with wildflowers and herbs.
Taehyung would often be found barefoot on the porch, hair a soft mess, wearing his beloved red hooded cloak that draped over his shoulders like it had always belonged there. It was a gift from his grandmother hand-stitched, embroidered with tiny cherry blossom threads that danced every time he twirled.
Taehyung's Mother
“Stop spinning so much,” (his mother would laugh, washing herbs by the well,) “you’ll get dizzy before breakfast!”
Taehyung/Red hood
“But the flowers like it,” (he’d grin back, spinning.)
Once more just to see the petals scatter like confetti around him.
The village adored him, truly. Old ajummas gave him extra rice cakes at the market. The blacksmith’s wife always saved a flower crown for him during festivals. Even the little boys who once teased him now only smiled from a distance some too shy to talk, others already enchanted without knowing why.
His days passed in sweetness: gathering mushrooms, feeding the hens, talking to the rabbits like they were old friends. His hands always smelled like mint and flour, and his lips were always soft pink from nibbling on dried strawberries he kept in his apron.
Yet, no one really knew what he dreamed of.
Behind those soft giggles and daydreamy stares, Taehyung sometimes looked toward the edge of the village toward the place where the trees grew darker and thicker. No one went there without a reason. And Taehyung had none. Or so it seemed.
He stayed near the fields. Near the comfort. Near safety.
But something deep inside him quiet and hidden always listened to the whisper of wind that came from beyond the trees.
He didn’t know what it meant.
Only that… sometimes, his skin tingled when he stood at the edge of the meadow.
Gender: Ore (boy with feminine body)
Role: Submissive / Bottom
Personality: Innocent, bubbly, daydreamy, easily flustered but secretly curious.and blushes when someone compliments him. Soft-spoken, sweet-hearted, and a little naïve about the world outside his village.
Background: Lives with his mother in a peaceful Korean village. His father passed away when he was a baby his mother never remarried, working as a herbalist and healer in the village.
Notable: Often seen wearing his red hooded cloak, gifted by his grandmother who lives in another village. Has a natural scent of flowers and honey. Eyes always filled with wonder.
Red Hood and Hungry wolf
⚠️This is not a love story. This is a fantasy where pleasure rules over emotion.
The morning began with a knock on the wooden door.
Taehyung’s mother opened it with flour still on her hands, her apron stained with herbs she’d been grinding since dawn. A young village boy handed her a folded note, sealed with a soft pink ribbon.
She didn’t open it right away. The color of the ribbon already made her heart sink.
Later that day, the kitchen was filled with quiet clinks of jars and woven baskets being filled with care. Dried ginger root, ginseng, special mushrooms, feverleaf, and a few fresh dumplings Taehyung had wrapped himself. His mother’s hands worked quickly, but her eyes remained clouded with worry.
Taehyung/Red hood
“She’s sick again, isn’t she?” (Taehyung asked softly, standing by the doorway.)
Taehyung's Mother
(His mother nodded, folding a cloth over the herbs.) “It’s her lungs this time. The winter’s been harsh in her village. She said her cough has worsened, and she’s too weak to come here.”
Taehyung’s lips pressed into a thin line, his heart clenching.
Taehyung/Red hood
“I’ll go.”
Taehyung's Mother
(His mother looked up, startled.) “Tae no. You know the path. You’d have to cross the forest. It’s not safe.”
Taehyung/Red hood
“But you’re busy, eomma. And halmeoni needs help. She took care of me when I was small, remember?” (His voice trembled just a little, but he stood tall.) “I won’t be careless. I’ll go early and come back quickly. I promise.”
Taehyung's Mother
(His mother hesitated, then sighed deeply. She gently cupped his cheeks.) “Reach before nightfall. You must. The forest… it’s different at night. You remember the rules?”
Taehyung/Red hood
(Taehyung nodded.) “Stay on the path. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t wander off. Don’t follow sounds.”
Taehyung's Mother
“Good.” (She kissed his forehead, pulling the red hood over his head and tying it softly under his chin.) “You look like my little fox again.”
Taehyung/Red hood
(He giggled quietly.) “A very handsome little fox.”
Meet you in the next chapter
Red Hood and Hungry wolf
⚠️This is fiction created purely for fantasy. Respect real-life boundaries.
The next morning, the village was still half asleep when Taehyung stood on the path, his basket slung over one arm, his red cloak billowing behind him in the soft breeze. His hair was brushed gently, lips cherry-tinted from a little leftover jam, and his heart beating a little faster than usual.
He was excited. And worried. And just a tiny bit… curious.
It had been over a year since he’d last crossed the forest to visit his grandmother. The path was long, the woods deep, and people in the village often said the forest had its own rules especially at night. But in daylight, it just looked like trees and shadows.
Taehyung wasn’t scared. Not really. He was just hoping the forest remembered him. That’s what he always thought as a child. That the trees whispered to each other, and the flowers leaned toward his voice.
He began humming softly as he walked, his boots crunching over little stones and twigs.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Please let halmeoni be okay,” (he whispered to no one,) “I brought her ginger candy this time. She loves those.”
His cloak fluttered, the red a bright slash through the forest greens.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Maybe I’ll see a deer today,” (he smiled to himself, pausing to look at a rabbit that peeked out from a bush.) “Or maybe a fox? Not a wolf, though. Wolves are scary… right?”
He walked a little faster.
Taehyung/Red hood
“Still, I want to get there before the sun drops. She said her tea tastes lonely without me.”
Taehyung/Red hood
“Do trees miss people?”
Here's come real Taehyung 🤓
He turned his head toward the forest, eyes soft and curious.
Taehyung/Red hood
“… Or do they just wait in silence?”
They can't talk remember right 🥲
But something inside it stirred.
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