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.
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