“The shrine sleeps,” Hongjoong whispers in Jongho’s ear on a frigid night that seems to stretch on forever. “Then one would expect me to sleep as well,” Jongho responds coldly, like the December snow falling upon the jangseung guarding the shrine. He turns under his blankets, pushing his face into the pillow. Hongjoong’s presence has become a nightly occurrence. He slips into Jongho’s quarters as the moon rises high and the bustle of the day is nothing but an aching memory. Jongho pretends he does not anticipate the gumiho, sometimes even climbing under his sheets prepared for sleep, but Hongjoong is hardly deterred. Every night they perform a small ritual to abate his hunger. Sometimes he leaves quickly, but other times he requests Jongho pluck a song on the haegeum or recite a poem. On rare occasions, only three times now, he asks for more. Tonight would be the first time without ritual proceeding. In which Jongho does not fear the fangs against his jugular.
the pearl between your teeth - 🔞
⇨ jjongjoong (jh x hj)
⇨ 13k, rated e
⇨ written for @fthkpop.bsky.social
⇨ historical fantasy!au
⇨ traditional museok practitioner jh ' gumiho hj ' the homoerotic desire to be eaten by a fox spirit ' beware: angst ahead
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/83433791
