Amorous Arena: The Love Game Challenge? (Taekook/Vkook) The Divine Judgement

After the euphoria of the high wore off, Taehyung slumped down beside the woman, a sly grin playing on his lips. As she leaned in to touch him, he swiftly jerked her hand away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Taehyung

Darling, I'm not someone you can touch so easily.

He teased, his playful tone contrasting with the surprise on her face.

“But we had sex.” she says.

Unfazed, he shrugged off her remark and turned away, sprawling on his stomach with his back to the ceiling. His face buried in the pillow, he glanced back at her.

Taehyung

Before you go, lock the door, darling. Bye, have a good night.

He casually instructed. The woman, still bewildered, stared at him in disbelief as he nonchalantly asked her to leave. Cursing under her breath, she hastily dressed, slamming the door on her way out.

Taehyung chuckled to himself, finding amusement in the situation, and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Taehyung awoke to a sudden surge of pain coursing through his body, accompanied by the thunderous beats of enormous drums that shattered the tranquility of his sleep. Annoyed and ready to unleash his frustration, he opened his mouth to shout, only to be silenced by the surreal sight that met his eyes.

The room had transformed into a majestic hall, an ethereal space blending grandeur with supernatural beauty. Towering walls adorned with vibrant tapestries depicted scenes from the lives of the deceased, while flickering candlelight cast a mystical glow over the expansive hall. Intricate symbols and motifs woven into the walls gave a supernatural twist to traditional Korean design, creating a setting that seemed to transcend normal dimensions. The floor stretched endlessly beneath him, adding to the otherworldly ambiance that surrounded him.

The rhythmic drumming seemed to dance in tandem with the cadence of his own heartbeat, rendering him awestruck as he realized his bedroom had vanished from existence.

At the center of it all, a man in ceremonial attire presided, radiating an aura of authority and otherworldly wisdom. Taehyung's gaze wandered to fourteen people in black hanbok intensely drumming five large drums.

Taehyung squinted, struggling to fathom the surreal spectacle before him.

Taehyung

Where am I?

He muttered, attempting to rise, only to be met with persistent pain that heightened the mysterious ambiance of the space.

With a graceful gesture, the robed figure raised their hand, silencing the drums. The fourteen drummers turned their piercing gazes toward Taehyung.

Yeomna

You've awakened, Taehyung, *the figure spoke cryptically* You bear the echoes of a realm beyond your comprehension.

Taehyung, bewildered, surveyed his surroundings as the drums fell silent, yet an enigmatic energy lingered.

Taehyung

What's happening? Why am I here?

He inquired, a mix of curiosity and anxiety evident in his voice.

Yeomna

Why ask so many questions?

The man said softly, eliciting a glare from Taehyung.

Taehyung

Don't test my patience; it's really thin.

Taehyung gritted his teeth, frustration evident on the surface, while beneath, a layer of fear lingered, hidden from the eyes of the men present in the mysterious hall.

The robed man's lips curled into a mysterious smile as he locked eyes with Taehyung. The enigmatic gaze seemed to penetrate deep into Taehyung's soul, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. The silence stretched, broken only by the subtle hum of unseen energies.

Yeomna

You stand at the crossroads, Taehyung, *the man spoke with a serene certainty* A convergence of realms, and your presence here is not by mere chance.

Taehyung, still grappling with confusion and the lingering pain, couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and trepidation.

Taehyung

Crossroads? Realms? What does all this mean?

He questioned, his gaze shifting between the man and the drummers, who maintained an intense focus, their eyes fixed on him.

Unbeknownst to him, Yeomna, the god of the afterlife, graced the space with an imposing aura, deciding the fates of departed souls. Taehyung, in his arrogance, remained blissfully ignorant. Yeomna's smile widened, revealing a hint of ancient wisdom.

As Taehyung nonchalantly surveyed his surroundings, a figure, cloaked in divine authority, materialized before him – the very deity who held sway over the destinies of souls. Yeomna's presence radiated power, and his eyes bore the weight of countless judgments.

Taehyung, unaware of the divine audience, maintained his arrogant demeanor.

Taehyung

What's this place, and who do you think you are? *he scoffed, his tone laced with disdain*

Yeomna, unmoved by Taehyung's insolence, regarded him with a penetrating gaze.

Yeomna

I am Yeomna, the arbiter of fates. Your destiny lies in the balance. *he declared, his voice carrying the weight of eternity*

Meanwhile, the air crackled with tension as the fervent worshippers of the god, incensed by Taehyung's arrogance, voiced their displeasure. Their collective anger echoed through the chamber, a chorus of disapproval at the mortal who dared to defy the divine.

"You dare question the god of afterlife?" one worshipper exclaimed, their voice echoing with divine reverence.

Another, driven by righteous indignation, added, "Your arrogance knows no bounds. Yeomna's judgment is not to be trifled with!"

Taehyung, confronted by the wrath of devoted followers, began to grasp the gravity of the situation. The air thickened with a sense of impending consequence as Yeomna, the silent judge, awaited the arrogant mortal's realization of the divine realm he had unknowingly entered.

As the worshippers' fervent cries reverberated through the sacred chamber, Taehyung's arrogance started to waver. The weight of their admonitions and the intensity of Yeomna's gaze bore down upon him, causing a subtle shift in his demeanor.

One worshipper, eyes ablaze with righteous fervor, stepped forward. "Yeomna, this insolent mortal must face the consequences of his disrespect. Allow us to teach him the reverence your divine presence demands!"

Yeomna, the god of afterlife, maintained an enigmatic composure.

Yeomna

Patience, my devoted ones, *he spoke, his voice resonating with an otherworldly calm* Let the threads of fate unravel as they will.

The worshippers, though eager for justice, deferred to their god's wisdom. Taehyung, now sensing the gravity of the situation, faltered in his arrogance.

Taehyung

What is this? Some kind of divine judgment? *he muttered, his bravado giving way to a trace of uncertainty*

Yeomna nodded solemnly.

Yeomna

Indeed. I hold the scales that determine the course of souls – whether they ascend to the heavens, endure the torments of hell, or find renewal in rebirth.

The worshippers, now silent in anticipation, watched as Yeomna's eyes flickered with the cosmic weight of his duty.

Yeomna

Taehyung, *the god intoned* Your fate rests on the precipice. The arrogance you've displayed may tip the balance in ways you cannot comprehend.

As the divine words hung in the air, a profound hush enveloped the chamber. The worshippers, guardians of Yeomna's divine will, awaited the unfolding of an earthly soul's destiny, while Taehyung, once a brash mortal, faced the uncertain path laid before him by the god of afterlife.

The devotees, zealous in their duty, stepped forward, their voices echoing with the grievances of those wronged by Taehyung's deeds.

"Yeomna, this mortal has left a trail of broken hearts, stolen dreams, and a wake of lies," one proclaimed, their voice laden with the pain of the afflicted. "He is unworthy of the divine grace you bestow upon us."

Yeomna, the god of afterlife, listened solemnly as each sin was laid bare before him. Taehyung, though confronted with the evidence of his transgressions, retained a defiant smirk, dismissing the accusations with a careless wave.

Taehyung

You're all just bitter because I live my life without being bound by your silly rules.

Taehyung retorted, his arrogance undeterred. He locked eyes with Yeomna, challenging the god's divine authority.

Yeomna's frown deepened, and a flicker of divine anger ignited in his eyes.

Yeomna

Arrogant mortal, your recklessness has consequences beyond your understanding, *he rebuked* Do you admit to these sins?

Taehyung, in a momentary lapse of bravado, hesitated. Yet, with a scoff, he admitted,

Taehyung

Sure, I've hurt people, stolen, lied – all of it. What's the big deal?

The chamber quivered with a disapproving energy as Yeomna, his patience worn thin, raised his hand to deliver judgment.

Yeomna

Your insolence stains the cosmic balance, *he declared, his voice now resonating with the authority of a god scorned* For your sins, a reckoning awaits.

The worshippers, witnesses to the unfolding drama, held their breath as Yeomna prepared to wield the divine scales that would determine Taehyung's fate.

The god of afterlife, offended by the mortal's disregard for the cosmic order, stood poised to mete out a judgment that would echo through eternity.