HOW TO TAME A MYTHICAL DRAGON
CHAPTER 1
Author
This is my new story!!
Author
With my wild imagination going wild again since bts is back and TAEKOOK YEHEY!!!
Author
So please enjoy this story starting with the main couple TAEKOOK.
The distant roar of traffic. Car horns. Footsteps overlapping like a heartbeat that never rests.
Another day in a city that never pauses—
where people move not because they want to, but because they have to.
A cycle so precise it feels mechanical…
And so endless it almost feels like a quiet sentence to death.
Phones ringing. Keyboards clacking. Papers shuffling.
Office worker (1): Hello this is Kyle speaking... Yes, I'll forward that immediately. *📞*
Office worker (2): Sir can you double-check the email about-
Office worker (3): Yes, yes it will be delivered right now.... *📞*
The noise blends together-in distinct, suffocating
At the far corner of the office...
Quiet. Focused. Detached from the chaos.
Stacks of documents neatly aligned in his hands, books pressed carefully against his chest. His lips move faintly, murmuring reminders only he can hear.
A man who lives in precision.
A man who avoids mistakes
Across the room, an employee rushes past, half-focused, half-hungry. A banana in hand.
Without thinking, he flicks the peel toward the trash bin.
It's arcs through the air.
The peel lands silently on the polished floor.
Banana
I will conquer the world!!
At that moment Vincent steps forward.
The book scatter mid-air. Papers flutter like broken wings. His body then crashes down—
A heavy book strikes right through his handsome face.
Min Vincent
(...Did I just—?)
Min Vincent
(A banana peel!?)
Min Vincent
(I died like that seriously!???)
If dignity had a physical form, it would’ve walked out of the room right then and there.
Out of all the ways to die heroically, tragically, meaningfully—
Banana
HAHAHA I WON *Evil Laugh*
CHAPTER 2
Vincent slowly woke up, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his throbbing head.
Min Vincent
Ugh... *Slowly opening his eyes, while mumbling* I can't believe I... Died...
Min Vincent
Because of a stupid banana peel.
Min Vincent
Seriously? 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘭?
Min Vincent
.... *sat up as he became silent as he felt something isn't right*
He finally looked around, blinking against the bright light, trying to figure out where he was. The place looked… like a grand hall, but unlike any church or office he had ever seen. It felt… unreal.
And then he noticed the figure at the front, where a priest would usually sit.
A gorgeous person, long hair flowing over their shoulders, seated on a throne-like chair. Their aura… it wasn’t just powerful—it screamed danger. Every fiber of Vincent’s body told him to stay quiet, stay still.
Min Vincent
(Okay... What the hell is this place?)
Min Vincent
(and who the hell is that?)
The figure shifted slightly, and the air seemed to tighten around Vincent. Calm, measured, and unnervingly confident, they spoke—almost as if they knew Vincent’s thoughts.
Hermes
Welcome. You're... Finally, awake *Open his eyes*
Min Vincent
*blinking* where am I?
Hermes’ gaze didn’t waver. It was sharp, like a predator observing its prey—but there was a strange elegance to it too.
Hermes
I'm hermes. And you... are exactly where you need to be.
Min Vincent
*Breath in very dramatically* Okay... Stay calm. Don't freak out...
Min Vincent
He looks like a ghost or maybe satan... let just don't die again...
Min Vincent
I'm already dead—
Min Vincent
Okay look, Mr. Cosplayer...
Min Vincent
I mean, I don't know how I got here, or... or why I'm still able to stand up and speak...
Min Vincent
Like is this hell or heaven?
Hermes
*cough* I have been waiting for you.
Min Vincent
Waiting for me? So your like my guardian or something?
Hermes
You know what just shut up 🤡
Min Vincent
*Squint his eyes* Okay, you speak first then.
Min Vincent
Your welcome 😌
Hermes
😐 Anyway like I said... I been waiting for you.
Hermes
Among other people who died on earth, you are chosen...
Min Vincent
Chosen? To do what?
Hermes
To be reborn as someone else...
Hermes
And to changed their destiny...
Min Vincent
Hmm that sounds sus... *I squirting at him*
Hermes
Do you wanna go to hell instead? *smiling through pain*
Min Vincent
No, hell is too hot for someone like me 🙄
Hermes
(why do I always get rude people?) TTOTT
Hermes
Then do you agree to be transmitted to this world?
Min Vincent
Mm.... Yeah, sure why not?
Hermes
*Nod as he start to chant some words*
Min Vincent
*eyes sparkle* ✨o✨
The floor beneath Vincent suddenly began to glow. At first, it was faint—just a thin line of light tracing itself beneath his feet.
Lines curved and connected, forming an intricate circle around him. Symbols he couldn’t understand carved themselves into existence—ancient, shifting, almost alive. Rings layered over rings, rotating slowly in opposite directions, each one glowing brighter than the last.
The air grew heavy. Sharp. Like the world itself was holding its breath.
Min Vincent
Woah! This looks awesome.
Before he could say anything else—
The circle shattered. The floor beneath him split open into a massive, endless void.
He dropped instantly.
Arms flailing. No dignity. Just pure panic. As he fell, Vincent looked up.
Hermes stood at the edge, staring down at him. Calm. Unbothered. Almost amused.
Hermes
Goodbye 😌 *Dry, sarcastic*
And Vincent’s scream echoed into nothingness.
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