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A Fate That Binds Us | Chapter 9

Summary: You don’t have a choice when you are forced to do the ritual to appease the dragon that has plagued your village for centuries. As long as one woman is offered once a generation, the dragon will leave the village alone. But when you are taken, you find out that not only is the dragon a beast that actively tries to kill you, but it is also a man that has taken an interest in you.

Genre: Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Romance, Eventual smut

Pairings: dragon shifter! yunho x fem! reader, dragon shifter! mingi x fem! reader

Warnings/Content: abduction, rituals, descriptions of death, violence, blood, flirting, smut

a/n: This is the longest chapter so far sitting at 7.7k words. Also, happy Yunho day!

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Chapter 9

Being on the water is agony. The constant sound of the wind hitting the sail as well as the water hitting the sides of the raft are not comforting in the slightest. There’s a chill to the wind that bites at your skin uncomfortably but the worst part is the feeling of an electrical charge in the air. The sun is clouded by the dark clouds as well as the dense fog surrounding you, but you can tell that a terrible storm is coming.

You feel numb now. It feels like you’ve been sailing for hours, but you can’t tell the time at all. The thick fog plays tricks with your mind and all you can think about is Yunho and Mingi. It’s as if the farther you get away from them, the more they consume you. You ache to go back to the island and live a life of peace and tranquility, but you know that that can never happen regardless. No matter how much you want to spend your life with Mingi and Yunho, you know that it’ll never work.

And that fact breaks your heart.

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Mingi walks along the vertebrae, thinking about what he’s going to say to you. The waves crash against the rocks, the sound of it deafening with the incoming storm but all he can think about is you. His mind is completely consumed by the image of you dancing last night. The way you swayed and laughed, the way the sound of your sweet voice filled his ears while you sang- His entire being is solely transfixed on you. Somehow, you’ve become the very air he needs to breathe, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Every part of him aches to touch you, but he doesn’t dare. Not being able to touch you feels like torture and it’s driving him mad.

He walks with a happy gait up the path to the main cavern, a pleasant smile on his face. When he enters the cavern however, the thick feeling of tension stops him in his tracks. He spots Yunho sitting on the floor with his back up against the altar, his head in his hands. He shakes as if he’s crying and Mingi is immediately concerned. He walks carefully up to him and squats, “Are you alright?”

His question is answered with only silence and that concerns him even more. Yunho isn’t the type to cry like this at all. Mingi has only seen him cry only a handful of times, but Yunho has always hidden his feelings away. Maybe it’s the proud dragon in him? He reaches out and places a hand on the man’s shoulder, “What is it?”

Yunho lets out a ragged breath and finally looks up, his eyes red and swollen from crying. He tilts his head as he looks at Mingi and he can see the guilt embedded in his eyes. Mingi’s heart drops as he assumes the worst, “Is she dead?”

Yunho shakes his head profusely, “No, she’s alive.”

Mingi grits his teeth, his voice strained, “Did you hurt her?”

He opens his mouth to respond but only drops his head down, the tears falling onto the cold rock. Worry and anger pulse through Mingi as he imagines what could have happened. Are you okay? Did the dragon hurt you? “Yunho tell me right now what happened!”

He exhales again and wipes his face, “She left.”

“What?”

“She’s gone. She’s never coming back.”

He stands up and threads his fingers in his hair as he paces back and forth, all while Yunho sits motionless on the ground. “What did you do?”

“She was going to leave this entire time Mingi. She had a boat.”

He huffs an irritated breath, “Yes I know, but what did you do to drive her away!”

That makes Yunho take pause as he looks up, “What do you mean you knew?”

“She needed to feel like she was in control of something, so I helped her. I didn’t think that she’d actually do it.” He glares at Yunho, “Now, what the fuck did you do to drive her away!”

“You’re telling me you helped her?! Now she’s gone, Mingi! And she’s never coming back!” He stands up and pushes Mingi’s shoulder, “She’s gone!”

“It’s not my fault! Whatever you did drove her away so don’t blame me for your mistakes! If you couldn’t see that she wanted to leave, then you are blind.” Mingi can feel the dragon itching to come free, but he suppresses the pull to shift. His anger radiates off of him like a blazing flame.

“Go away.” Yunho’s eyes fill with a glowing red. “Leave, just as she did.”

Mingi’s mouth opens in shock, but he closes it and swallows thickly. “Is that what you truly want?“

“You helped her leave. You betrayed me.”

“I did no such thing and you know that. Fine-” He stands up straighter, heat radiating from within. “I’ll leave.” He starts to leave but stops at the entrance of the cavern and hesitates. After a few seconds of silence, he turns to face the person he’s known for most of his life- his best friend, and all he can feel is anger and sadness. There’s nothing more he can say to him. If Yunho truly believes that he betrayed him, then he doesn’t know Mingi at all. It hurts feeling like the person he’s known for most of his life, the boy who witnessed the worst parts of his life would throw him out like this.

Yunho stands by the altar, his eyes now a blazing red as if he’s on the brink of shifting, as he stares at Mingi. There’s anger there, but Mingi can see the sadness and hesitation. But Yunho doesn’t waver from his decision, he huffs out a breath and finally turns away, not even uttering a goodbye. Puffs of smoke billow from Mingi’s nose as he turns back around, “Goodbye.”

He lets the dragon consume him after fighting the urge to shift for so long. The shift is like an explosion. After so long, it feels like a release, but Mingi doesn’t like it at all. You are gone, and Yunho has cast him out. He has no home, and now he’s all alone in this world once again.

With one hard push, he lifts into the air and flies away.

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You don’t know how long it’s been. It could be hours, or it could be days since leaving the island. The fog has yet to dissipate and you’re beginning to wonder if it has ever done so. You’re worried that you’re not going anywhere and moving in circles, but you just have to trust that the wind is taking you in the right direction. You’ve been following the Eastern wind, just like Mingi told you to and that fact makes you sad. Everything reminds you of them and it makes you sick.

It’s a surprise when the fog dissipates. It’s as if it ends completely, like a hard line and it’s a wonderment. You look back at it, seeing the fog almost swirl as it returns to normal and you are confused. Does this fog ever go away? Or is it something magical that is happening? You doubt you will ever get the answers, but it still makes you curious.

Far in the distance you can see a sliver of land, but you don’t feel relief or happiness. You feel empty, even though you know you should feel happy that you’ve found land again. You can’t find it within yourself to even pretend that you feel relief knowing that your village is not too far away. The thought of seeing them again isn’t appealing in the slightest, but you need more supplies. You don’t wish to see any of their faces after they offered you up without a second glance to the dragon. They knew that you would die, and they didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t them or their loved ones, they were fine with it.

The large wooden buildings of your village come into view and you steel your nerves. Men patrolling the walkways at the main entrance notice your little raft and alert others. You pretend that you are fine, and that you are confident, but inside you are screaming. Sailing through the same waters where you were taken doesn’t help your mood either. You are conflicted in a sense, these people sent you out here to die, but without that happening you would have never met Yunho or Mingi.

“Y/N?” The crowd murmurs in shock. Ripples of your name carried by the wind reach your ears and you can hardly believe that you’re back here.

Once you meet the dock, the old woman who helped perform the ritual waddles down to meet you. Her eyes are wide, as if seeing a ghost as she studies you. “Y/N? Is that really you?”

“I’m back.”

“Come here child, let me see you.” She waves her hands, ushering you to come to her and you sigh. Getting up out of your boat, you are careful to not fall into the icy waters and step up onto the wooden dock. Her long grey hair floats in the breeze, and as soon as she grabs your hand it’s real to you. You’re finally back here. “Oh my, how are you alive?”

A crowd has gathered around you, and they whisper amongst each other but their eyes are completely glued to you. “I escaped.” You don’t even try to sound elated to see them.

“And the dragon?” Her eyes are filled with fear and you somehow are annoyed at that.

“Still there.”

She opens her mouth in shock and pulls you closer to her, “My poor child, you must’ve been through horrors.” She slides next to you and puts an arm around your back while leading you to the main hall, “Come, let's warm you up.”

You are given mountains of food, clothing, and blankets while you sit by the main fire. People scramble to come and talk to you, asking you questions you don’t want to answer at all. It really bothers you that they assume that your time on the island has only been suffering. Then again, why wouldn’t they? Every woman that the dragons have taken has been killed in the most gruesome way. Still, it makes you extremely uncomfortable that they assume Mingi and Yunho are monsters.

When the sun finally sets, the old woman ushers everyone away, telling them that you are tired from your arduous journey. As soon as everyone leaves, it feels like you can breathe again. However, the old woman doesn’t go. She takes a seat right beside you and takes your hand in hers, “I can see something troubles you, tell me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Y/N, I can see it in your eyes, something is troubling you.” She sighs, “Let this old woman give you some wisdom, hm?”

“You already know about my journey here, what else is there to tell?”

She eyes you, “A woman’s heart is full of secrets my dear. There’s something more to your pain. Don’t lie to an old woman, tell me.”

Your brows crease, “I don’t-”

“Y/N, I have known you since you were born, I know when something is wrong.”

Hearing that feels like your heart is twisted and torn. You pull your hand away from hers like you’ve been burned and spit out, “You’ve known me since I was born, but you gladly offered me up as an offering. How could you?”

Her face twists into guilt and sympathy, “Y/N we had to. I hated that you were selected, but you know why we have to do it. Everyone loves you here, and it ate everyone up knowing what would happen to you.”

“How do you expect me to feel?! You all were willing to let me die!” You stand up, and all of the blankets that were piled on your lap fall to the floor. “You expect me to act like nothing happened?! How can you claim that everyone loves me when I was the first option to throw away?!”

She opens her mouth to respond but closes it. She must know that you are right. There is nothing that she or anyone in this village could say to help you feel better. You don’t think you could ever forgive them for what they’ve done, and they must know that. Why else did they give you so many resources as soon as you returned? Not even before were they this generous and you know it’s because they feel guilty. Never before had they faced the women who they offered up to slaughter, but now they have to face it. It must feel uncomfortable for them.

“I know.” She fiddles with her worn fingers, “There’s nothing I can say to earn your forgiveness, and I don’t think you should forgive us regardless. All I want to say is, I am so sorry Y/N. I am so sorry that happened and I’m so sorry that you were chosen.”

You shake your head and hold back the tears stinging your eyes, “I can’t stay here. I can’t see all of your faces everyday knowing that you all did that to me.’’

“And where would you go?”

Your lip trembles, “I have nowhere to go. I have no home.”

Her eyes narrow and she tentatively steps closer, “I don’t entirely believe that’s true.” She reaches out and grabs your hand once more and gives it a gentle squeeze, “I know something more must have happened when you were gone. In all my years I have learned to be observant, and I know you. You don’t have to tell me, but know that I will be here to listen.”

She pats your hand and gives you a soft smile before letting you go and leaving the main hall. Now that you’re alone, you let it all go. Hot tears stream down your face as you gasp for breath. It feels like you are all alone in the world, with no one to turn to. You have no home. It’s as if you are a lone star in the sky, that flickers as it fights to stay alive. You fall to your knees and allow all of the feelings to overwhelm you, swallowing you whole.

You don’t know how long you spent on the floor of the main hall crying. After a while, it felt like you were empty, with no more tears left to cry. At first, it felt like you were an erupting volcano of emotions, and now it’s as if you are only smoldering ash. The first step outside is a shock to the system after living on the warm island. Freezing air blasts your face and you shiver uncomfortably, and wrap the fur blanket around you more securely.

The walk back to your old cabin is odd. It feels familiar to you, but at the same time foreign. You’ve walked this path hundreds of times, but now it feels like you don’t belong. When you reach the old cabin that has stood for many generations of your family, it’s as if a stone is in your heart. This is the place your Mother died. This is the place you grew up. Even so, it’s not home anymore- it’s just four walls and a roof.

You’re surprised to see that no one has moved in when you enter. Typically, all possessions and items of deceased members of the village are dispersed, all in the name of not wasting anything. Still, it must be another case of guilt on their part. You return to your bed, and plop down. Everything is just as you left it, only now there is a fine layer of dust on everything. Instead of stewing in your thoughts, you pull up the covers and try to go to sleep.

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The morning is not better even though you hoped it would be. The old woman is the first to come to your door with a warm breakfast, but you're not hungry at all. You take it to be polite and she leaves after telling you to take your time. Being back in your old house is stifling and you hate it.

Your peace is quickly interrupted by a knock at your door. You sigh and answer it, expecting it to be the old woman again but it’s a man. He’s one of the men your age who you’ve seen around, but never really interacted with. He has a wide smile on his face, a bouquet of snowdrops that he holds out to you, “You look beautiful today Y/N.” You don’t move to grab the gift and he swallows thickly, “I wanted to give these to you as a sign of my affection.”

You just stare at him, unbelieving as to what he just said. He can’t be serious. Without a second thought, you start to laugh and his smile drops. “Are you serious?”

“I-” He stumbles out, “I’ve always liked you, and when you were taken I was devastated. Now that you’re back, I didn’t want to waste any more time…”

In a way, you feel offended. Why on earth would he think now would be a good idea to spring this on you? “I appreciate the gift, but I can’t accept it.” Your eyes harden on his devastated face, “Your timing offends me, not only that but your audacity to spring this on me now, of all times.”

He starts to gnaw on his bottom lip, “I’m sorry… I’ll leave you be.” He hesitates and lifts the bouquet as a last ditch effort, but by the look on your face he lowers it and sulks away. You watch him go with the most confused look on your face. It hasn’t been a full day and people are acting as if everything is fine and normal. There’s nothing normal about this at all.

Him showing up to your door basically asking to be together has ruined your already sour mood. You feel almost disgusted by it. Just the thought of being with him makes your skin crawl. It’s not only the fact that he did this out of nowhere, but the circumstances of it all. Everyone in this village participated in the ritual. They all decided that you were the one to die. Now he turns up at your door expecting you to not hold that against him? You scoff to yourself and go back inside of your home, slamming the door behind you.

Your mind immediately goes to Yunho and Mingi, and you don’t particularly know why. You never recoiled at the thought of them romantically, or felt disgusted by their obvious flirtations. In reality, you welcomed it. A pang of longing hits your heart and you swallow thickly. You can’t think about them, it will only make things harder.

You spend the majority of the morning packing items for you to take with you on your journey. You’ve decided to go South towards the villages there and see if they will take you in. In your mind, you’d rather try your luck in the vast wilderness in search of civilization rather than stay another day in this village. You pack clothing and thick furs in a small trunk, and put keepsakes from your childhood and memories of your Mother on top. Later, you’ll make your way to the storehouse and steal as much food as you can take. Still, you need to figure out how to take one of the horses without garnering any attention, but you’ll worry about that later.

As soon as you leave the cabin, you spot a group of people watching you. They stay far enough away to not seem like they’re staking out your house, but it’s obvious due to them whispering to each other and staring. You sigh and shake your head before heading in the direction of the storehouse. Even your walk there isn’t peaceful, people stop in their tracks to gawk at you and you try to ignore it. After going years without being a noticeable person, it’s odd that everyone is suddenly acting like you’re the most important person in this village.

The storehouse is busy and you curse under your breath. Three women bustle about, organizing new provisions and chatting with each other. You slip inside, pretending that this is a regular day but they immediately notice your presence. They stop what they’re doing and stare and you’re beginning to hate it. You hate the feeling of their eyes on you, and you hate that every movement or emotion you show is observed.

“Good morning Y/N.” One woman cheerily says.

You mumble a good morning back and make your way to the smoked meats while keeping your head down. You’re beginning to realize that sneaking and stealing provisions is going to be near impossible with everyone staring at you. However, you do try. You stick smoked elk in your bag you brought with you and a few pieces of smoked seal meat as well. The women start to go back to their tasks, but they continuously glance at you much to your annoyance.

After you successfully take enough meat to last you a while, you leave the storehouse and return to your cabin. You don’t even bother looking at or acknowledging the gawking people anymore. However, when you reach the steps of your old home you see the old woman is back. She sits on a chair, clearly waiting for you as she twiddles her thumbs. As soon as she sees you, she smiles and waves you forward, “Come, I want to talk to you.”

You frown, “What for?”

She ignores your snippy tone and stands up on shaky knees, “Because I want to, now come on, open the door.” She waits for you and you sigh before climbing the stairs and entering your home.

You set your bag on the table and plop down in a chair while she takes a seat on the opposite side. She hums pleasantly as she looks around, “I haven’t been in here for a long time. So many memories.”

Your patience is growing thin, “What is it you want to talk about?”

She nods, “Y/N, I wish to know what is bothering you. You are changed my dear, in all aspects.”

You don’t know if you can have this conversation again with her, “What do you want me to say? What is it that you want to hear?”

“The truth.”

“And why do you think you deserve that, huh? Why are you badgering me so much about this?” You stand up and move to the smoldering hearth, “I don’t understand why you care.”

“I care for you Y/N, and you might not believe that but I do. I want to hear what it is that is bothering you so much, and I know that it’s not just about the ritual.” Her voice is unwavering, but you don’t believe her. If you care for someone, you don’t offer them up to die. “Please just tell me.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You feel like giving up completely. “What is love if you can never have it?” She doesn’t answer you and you continue, “It’s like fate is taunting me. To love someone so much but never being able to truly be with them. It’s a sick twist of fate to have them be thrust into my life when realistically it could never work.”

She doesn’t answer you immediately, but stands and joins you by the hearth. She reaches for your hand and you accept it. “Why can’t it work? If you truly are in love, take it. Love is the most powerful thing in this world.”

You let out a sad little laugh, “It won’t work. It could never work.”

Her brows furrow, “All you can do is try Y/N.”

Hot tears fight to fall from your eyes but you keep them at bay, “I don’t know how I can do that.”

“You love them, yes?” She gets closer, “Then why not fight for it? If they love you too, I’m sure that everything will work out.”

Realistically, there’s nothing you can do about it. How can you fight for it while the threat of death looms over you? Then it hits you, what’s the point of living if you aren’t truly living? When you were on the island, that was the first time you’ve ever felt free. Yes, you were constantly afraid of the dragons and being burnt alive, but Mingi and Yunho made it perfectly clear that your safety was their first priority. They even denied half of themselves to keep you safe and you can’t ignore that.

“What if I’m afraid?” Your voice is just above a whisper.

She gives you a soft smile, “It’s normal to feel afraid my dear. You just have to be brave enough to take that first step.” The gentle squeeze of your hand is encouraging, “That’s all you have to do.”

You exhale a shaky breath and nod. You do love them, and you don’t think you’ll ever be happy living away from them. You’ll deal with never being able to touch them, just as long as you get to see their handsome faces and hear their voices. “I’ll try.”

You walk right back out of your cabin with the bag you brought with you leaving the old woman behind. She looks at you with an unreadable expression on her face and follows you out, closing the door behind her. You don’t even stop to utter any goodbyes while you make your way to the dock. When you reach the water’s edge, you stare at your raft and sigh, “There’s no way.” You don’t even know how to get back to the island if you even tried. Despair fills your heart until you realize there is another way you could get there.

The ritual song.

You know that it’s stupid and dangerous, but you have to try. You need to get back to them. If it costs you your life, then so be it. Hopping into the raft, you push off the deck and slowly sail out to the middle of the lake. The old woman is shouting questions and worries at you, but you pay her no mind. Lifting your head to the sky, you begin to sing.

“Before there was no time, no earth, no dust, nothing. All was forgotten.

What was falsity became verity. The river froze into nothingness.

Time is a fast-flowing river.

It spares no one.”

Crowds of people gather on the shores reminding you of the first time you experienced this ritual. Instead of the morose and resolute looks of before, they are now terrified and confused. Shouts are directed at you to stop, but you pay them no mind.

“The bride awaits her bridegroom,

As she awaits her destiny.

She is clad in white,

As if dressed in a shroud.

Eternal peace will come for her.

Take her away! Take her away!

Come! Come for her!

The young maiden is yours for eternity.”

Just like before, it’s as if the world goes silent. Everyone stares at you in horror from what you’ve just done, but you don’t care. You smile at the sky while the wind picks up. It blasts against the raft and you watch the horizon till you spot a familiar black figure. Yunho swoops down with his claws wide open and snatches you up, but instead of fearing for your life while you fought to get away, you welcome it. You hold onto his claw as he carries you upward. It still hurts, but you ignore it as best as you can.

The flight is quiet. He doesn’t roar and you don’t hear any answering roar, and that concerns you. You spend the majority of the flight gazing up at him. The sunlight hits his pitch black scales, creating a beautiful sight. You’ve never admired him in his dragon form, but being this close to him gives you a new perspective. He’s beautiful.

The temperature changes and you tilt your head back to see what’s in front of you, and you finally see the familiar bone island. You smile and reach up, running a hand down his claw as you wait for him to enter the cavern.

You don’t even feel fear as he tosses you onto the altar. It hurts, the jolt of hard rock hitting your body but you ignore that and keep your eyes on Yunho. He approaches you, his eyes that vibrant red that you’ve feared for so long. He climbs over you and you watch as his chest begins to glow from within, a scorching heat beginning to grow. Before you feel it sting your skin, you reach up and caress his face lovingly, “I came back for you.”

The dragon looks down at you confused but shakes his head and starts again. You reach up again and lift yourself as much as you can while trapped beneath his claws to kiss the side of his face. The scales feel different on your lips but it doesn’t bother you. “I love you Yunho.”

The dragon lifts off of you without a warning and shakes its head. The redness in his eyes vanishes in an instant, going to his normal brown but you blink and it’s back. It’s as if his dragon nature is warring with his human self. You sit up on the altar and scoot off, approaching him slowly, “I have loved you, and when I left it felt like agony. Every second I spent not by your side…” You take another step forward and he roars, flames engulfing the back of his throat. “I don’t ever want to leave you again. So if you wish to finish this ritual, I won’t stop you, but know that I will be by your side regardless.”

He just stares at you with those red eyes, but before you know it, they disappear to that deep brown. He chuffs and dips low, his snout brushing against your arm. You reach out and lay your hand flat on the top of his snout while his hot breath hits your face. Seeing him this close takes your breath away. It’s not like being in his claws or trapped underneath him on the altar, now it feels personal, more intimate. It feels like you’re meeting him for the first time in a sense.

His large eyes stare into yours and you can feel the intense emotions radiating off of him. He moves forward and nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose and you laugh at the ticklish feeling. You notice him moving away as the red light starts to radiate across his body as if he’s about to shift, but you lean forward and place your hand on his neck, “Not yet please. I want to get to know you in this form.”

He makes a rumbling response and lays down and waits for you to join him. You take a seat and cross your legs underneath you, and he immediately places his head in your lap. It’s heavy, but you don’t mind. You place your hand on top of his head, feeling his warm scales. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that your life would end up like this.

You stay like that for a long time. Soaking up each other’s presence till the skies start to turn into shades of pinks and blues. He sits up and shits before your eyes. The bright light fades, and you see that he’s kneeling right in front of you. He has an astonished and wonderstruck look on his face, but there’s something deeper there. His eyes are soft, softer than you remember them ever being. It’s as if his gaze is holding all the warmth and adoration a person can have, and then you realize, it’s the look of love.

He reaches forward tentatively, but you don’t flinch away, instead you lean toward him welcoming his touch. The first brush of his skin against yours feels like fire. You let out a pleasant and relieved sigh as he cups your cheek. It seems he can’t believe what’s happening right now as he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his eyes completely focused on you.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispers, “And I’m so sorry for what happened. I should have never spoken like I did. I was just so afraid.” He inches closer, his head cocking to the side, “I was afraid that you were leaving forever. Afraid that you would fear me regardless of how much time has passed. I was afraid that I wasted my time with you instead of telling you the truth, that I love you. I don’t want to waste any more time with you, I want to cherish each moment with you to the fullest. I want to live my life with you.”

You melt at that and lean in just so your noses touch, “Will you have me?”

He smiles, “You don’t even have to ask my love.”

You close the distance and press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He makes a noise of surprise at that as you slowly kiss him, feeling his soft lips against yours. He seems awkward at first, and you realize that he probably doesn’t know what a kiss is. “Is this okay?” You whisper.

After no answer, you lean back and see that he looks dazed. His face is red and it reaches the tips of his ears. You smile and place your hand over his, “Am I overwhelming you? Should I stop?”

That knocks him out of his stupor and he shakes his head no profusely, “Absolutely not.” He reaches back and rubs his neck awkwardly, “I really like… whatever that was.”

You laugh, “It’s a kiss.”

He touches his lips with the pads of his fingers and watches you. Before you know it though, his mouth is on yours again and you sigh into the kiss. It’s sloppy and not well practiced, but you love it all the same. You press forward and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against your chest. You notice that he feels incredibly hot, and you suspect that it’s because he’s not entirely human. His hands snake around your waist and you can still feel how nervous he is.

You lead the kiss, starting out small and easy with gentle presses, working up to fluid motions. He learns quickly and switches sides, pulling you even closer. Somehow, he pulls you into his lap and you feel like you’re soaring.

The first touch of your tongue against his lips seems to send shockwaves throughout his body. He groans against your mouth and grips you harder and you want to consume him. You break the kiss and place a hand on his chest, “Take me to my bed.”

He looks confused and a little defeated but nods, “As you wish.”

You stand up and hold a hand out for him to take, and he does after adjusting his loincloth not so subtly. “I want to be more comfortable as we…” You smile knowingly.

“I see.” He returns your smile.

Walking with him hand in hand is different than what you’re used to, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Yes, you deeply enjoyed watching his toned back as he walked in front of you, but now that his hand is in yours? You won’t ever go back if you can’t help it.

Yunho casts longing glances at you while you walk and you smile every time. You’re unsure if he knows exactly what you’re planning to do, or what it is, but you’ll teach him every step of the way. As he said, they don’t procreate like humans do.

When you reach your cave, you are simmering with excitement and neediness. You turn and pull him close, kissing him like a mad man. Now that he’s had some practice, he doesn’t hesitate to walk you back till your back hits a cave wall. The taste of him is utterly intoxicating and you never want to stop.

He leans back to breathe, but you can’t stand a second without tasting him so you kiss his neck. He lets out a deep groan and grips your hips harder, “What are you doing?”

“Is this okay?”

“Oh it’s more than okay.” His voice is deeper than usual, but that doesn’t scare you at all.

“If I do something that you don’t like, tell me to stop.” You lick a stripe up his neck and he shivers.

“I won’t stop you even if the world was on fire.” He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his hips. The heat radiating off of him is nothing like you’ve ever experienced. He presses you into the cave wall, the waving rock jutting into your back awkwardly, but you don’t care. With each passing second he becomes more wild and you wonder if that’s him, or the dragon.

“Lay me on the bed.” You gasp out.

He doesn’t respond to you but immediately does as he’s asked. He lays you down with such gentleness that it melts your heart and you smile up at him. His eyes continue to flick from your eyes to your mouth and you know that he wants to kiss you again, “What do I do?”

You hum, “Well what do you know about sex?” He gives you a curious look and you smile and cup his cheek, “Do you touch yourself?”

Recognition dawns in his eyes and he smirks, “Ah, I see.” His eyes flick down again, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t care that you said it so quickly and so needily, you want him. He leans back, just enough so he can observe you and smiles. You watch his eyes drink you in, and even though you aren’t naked, you feel utterly exposed. He reaches forward and traces his fingers from your wrist and all the way up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers dance across your collar bone and up your neck till he lightly touches your lips with his thumb.

“You don’t know how much I’ve ached to be able to touch you. To breathe in your sweet scent. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, and now I can hardly believe that this is real.” He pulls your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb and places his hand on your hip. “A part of me thinks that I’ll wake up and you won’t be here, and that this didn’t happen.”

That breaks your heart, “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you Y/N. More than you can possibly imagine.” His other hand holds your ankle, only inching upwards every few seconds. “I must confess I have no idea what I’m doing, but I will do my best to be the best man for you, even though I don’t deserve it.”

“Stop saying that Yunho, you are perfect.” Your temper flares hearing him say that and he just smiles at that.

“Okay.” His hand reaches just above your knee. “How do I make you feel good my love?”

You reach for his hand and pull it closer to the most intimate part of yourself. You can scarcely breathe watching his face, his eyes completely focused on your joined hands. The first brush on his hand on your core feels like watching those flowers explode in the sky. Your blood feels like fire and you let out a breathy sigh. His curious face turns to something more animalistic and hungry feeling and hearing you.

“You’re so wet.” The tip of his finger dips into you. “You’re so perfect my love.”

You pant when he presses his finger farther in, “Touch me here too.” You reach down and touch your clit and he smiles.

“Can I taste you?” His voice is the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Your answer is a needy moan and he chuckles, bending down so he can seat himself between your legs. He groans deeply and then dives in, leaving you no time to breathe. He’s sloppy, but pays attention to your noises and body language, seeing what you like. His tongue dips into you rhythmically and you writhe against him, your hands gripping the blanket beneath you. You need more though, so you reach down to touch your clit and he growls, pushing your hand away, “Let me pleasure you.”

“Please.” You plead out and he adjusts, placing his mouth over your clit. You choke out a sound as he begins to suck and the sound of that pleases him. His hands squeeze your thighs while he groans with each suck and lick. It’s as if he’s insatiable and has to drink up everything you’ll give him.

A burning sensation fills your stomach and radiates throughout your body. You flutter around nothing and rock against his face, chasing that intense feeling. He sucks hard and you cry out, that feeling reaching a fever pitch and it feels like you are flying. Even though you’ve reached your climax, he doesn’t stop licking you. He makes hungry noises and grips your thighs even harder and you whimper. It becomes overstimulating very quickly and you wiggle away, “Too much. Too much.”

He grumbles but finally looks up at you, his eyes a deep red that reminds you of the dragon. It’s not bright like how you’re used to, but a subdued color that reminds you of the petals of a rose. His chest rises and falls heavily, “You taste divine. I never want to stop tasting you.”

A smile pulls at your lips as you reach for him, “Come here.”

He climbs on top of you and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close, “I don’t see how anything else can top that.”

Lifting up your head, you whisper in his ear, “Put your cock inside.”

He leans back to look into your eyes, “Are you certain? Won’t that hurt you?”

Somehow, your love continues to grow for him even though he has consumed your very being. “No, it won’t hurt me. Just go slow, it’s my first time.”

“Okay.” He kisses your forehead and shifts his weight to one forearm to line himself up. As soon as he pushes forward, all air leaves your lungs. He watches your eyes with concern written all over his face but you nod, telling him that you are okay. When he’s fully seated inside of you, you grip his shoulders and close your eyes as you get used to the feeling. He doesn’t move a muscle and you know that he’s afraid to hurt you at all.

It takes a few minutes to get used to feeling so full, but it turns into something achy that makes you writhe in need. “Now move.” It comes out as breathy as you gaze into his fiery eyes.

He nods and pulls out just enough before pushing back into you. He makes a soft noise, different to the noises he made while licking your cunt and you flutter around him. “Don’t do that. I won’t last if you do.” It comes out as strained.

“I can’t help it.” Your finger nails dig into his shoulders.

“You’re perfect. So perfect.” He dips lower, as if hugging you and moves faster. You moan right next to his ear and his hips stutter before ramming into you. “You are my universe. You are the flames that make up my being.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You know that you are leaving claw marks on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“You feel so good.” He whimpers and that sound has you done for. Each thrust feels like ecstasy while your legs squeeze his hips harder. With his eyes locked on you, you feel that burning sensation building again. He must know that you are close, because he reaches between you two and circles your clit with his fingers. With just that touch, you explode.

He doesn’t last too long after you clench hard around him and you feel warmth pooling inside of you. He shakes above you, but keeps the majority of his weight off of you to not crush you. It feels like you are boneless as you lay beneath him, your breath ragged. Your body is slick with sweat, but you don’t care at all.

After some time, he rolls off of you and lays on his side, pulling you flush against him. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat and smile. “I love you Yunho.”

“I love you.” He kisses your hairline, “What did I do to deserve you? I feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“You flatter me.”

His hand trails up and down your back, “I’m serious, you are the best thing to happen to me. Ever since you came into my life, it’s like my world got brighter. You are the most important person in my life.”

You hum pleasantly and move your hand up and down his toned stomach, “You know, I feel the same thing about you and Mingi.” Then you realize, you haven’t seen him at all since you returned to the island. You sit up, concern wafting off of you, “Where is he?”

A guilty expression is the only answer he gives you as he chews on his lower lip. “Yunho, I’m serious. Where is he?”

“He left.”

“What?” It feels like your heart is breaking all over again. “What do you mean he left?” Tears prick your eyes as you grasp the material of your gown, “I’m never going to see him again?”

He sits up and cups your cheeks, “We’ll find him. I promise. I will find him and bring him back.”

You shake your head no profusely, “No, I’m going with you.”

Next Chapter ->

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a/n: Finally, the long-awaited scene is here! I hope you all enjoyed it! Now, we have to find Mingi. Also, it cracked me up picturing the old woman’s face as y/n started singing. Like, she obviously thought y/n was talking about someone in the village, NOT the dragon lmao. And they don’t even know that they can shape shift

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