Fics like golden ashes

The king’s expression is cruelly uncaring, and the seeping chill of hopelessness is brittle and sharp, almost as cutting as the king's sneer before he nods briskly at the guard beside him. The hard-faced man doesn't hesitate before he seizes Jungkook's arm in a bruising grip and yanks him forward just in time for the king to step lazily forward and slam his wrought iron scepter against Jungkook's side. His ribs scream with it, breathless burning agony blooming as he cries out and collapses to the ground, the guard's fingers still harshly gripping his limp arm, biting into it painfully and keeping him halfway kneeling. And the tears have spilled over, hot and fast, and Jungkook gasps and pants but the king's voice is cold and steady when he spits, "This straw will be gold by sunrise, or the village burns with you." Jungkook’s head jerks up, horrified, but the guard roughly throws him to the ground, and the door is already slamming behind them when he rasps, “Wait!” He slams himself against the locked door, and his ribs ache with it as he shouts, “Wait, wait! I - I can’t, please-” Their footsteps fade too quickly, and they’re gone, and the threat looms in their absence, just space, time, and endless piles of straw.

Fics like golden ashes

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