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taejoon | 944 words | dragons, hints of magic

Beloved. Come here.

Taehyung pauses, the whisper of something almost yanking at his heart. It’s not unusual, especially for his kind, but the last time something like this happened was years ago. He and Yoongi had been hiking up to one of the temples in the far east and their clan mates were quick to scold them when they returned later than planned.

It should be alarming, because even with the initial whisper, the pull has never been this strong.

Still, Taehyung turns, especially when his inner dragon uncurls and rumbles lowly in the back of his mind.

“Tae?”

Taehyung ignores Yoongi, taking slow, measured steps as he follows the pull down the alley they were just passing. This time, he and Yoongi were traveling through this city to get back to their clan after months of gathering a variety of materials Yoongi needed to prepare for his upcoming ceremony.

He knows Yoongi won’t mind the delay, especially since he’s been by his side since they were hatchlings. Yoongi knows what it means when Taehyung gets like this, and simply watches over him, just like Taehyung would for him.

A door appears at the end of the alley, opening easily with the barest touch, and Taehyung coughs as dust fills his nose. Yoongi waves his hand, only needing a little of his magic to clear most of the dust away while Taehyung turns to do the same so light can fill the space.

It appears to be an abandoned antique shop, something of old, and Taehyung can sense the residual energy belonging to something unknown underneath the growing tug on his heart. He turns to looks at Yoongi, whose eyes flash silver as he senses the same thing.

Dealing with that can come later, though, and Taehyung turns to follow the pull with Yoongi following closely behind. He walks through covered furniture and crumbling shelves, barely noticing the variety of relics that some of their clan would probably like. Passing through two more rooms that are arranged similarly, he follows the pull until he stops in front of a door.

Unlike the rest of the shop, it’s pristine. On closer look, it’s made of black crystal and streaks of a beautiful, deep blue. Taehyung lifts his hand to gently trace one of the blue streaks and lifts a brow when a low rumbling starts. He’s unsurprised when Yoongi yanks him backwards and steps in front of him moments before the door slides open.

Taehyung looks over Yoongi’s shoulder to find what appears to be an empty room, and once nothing appears, starts to move around him.

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi warns, reaching for him but knowing better than to touch him while he’s still following the pull.

Taehyung hums and continues forward, pausing briefly before stepping through the door and the world goes white.

You’re finally here, beloved.

Taehyung slowly opens his eyes, the world around him still white, but eerily silent. His inner dragon is quiet, but the pull on his heart is gone, meaning that he’s right where he needs to be.