Just Jimin waking you up by eating you out and just keep going because he just loves your taste
KIM TAEHYUNG
Fics:
(IN)DEPENDENT (Oneshot) ❀ ♡
Taehyung a notorious killer and a part of the mafia group, is madly in love with you and wants you to stay at home instead of working. But you love your freedom. Not more than you love him.
THE UISA'S DAUGHTER (SERIES) ❀ ♡ ☆ (+Jungkook)
In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.
JEON JUNGKOOK
Fics:
DESTINY'S ROUTE (Oneshot) ❀ ♡ ☆
Jungkook loves two things, racing and women. But he had a huge accident and lost everything. It's all your fault and he's going to make you make up for it.
MINE (Oneshot) ♡ ❀
Jungkook isn't the jealous type, atleast he thinks he isn't. But when it comes to your best friend, Jungkook needs to show him you're his.
THE UISA'S DAUGHTER (SERIES) ❀ ♡ ☆ (+Taehyung)
In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.
It's weird to talk about this, maybe only because I'm admitting it.
I'm a loser. I'm a fucking loser, so much so, I don't belong to any place. I'm so lonely that it's stopped hurting. I'm scared of what I'll be like when I do get my place. Will I scare them away? I need you to tell me if I am good enough. I need you to tell me to change, because my ego won't let me.
If I had a ticket that took me wherever I liked, I'd come to you, you who I would cry to every night. You would be my destiny, the cutest little crack of light in the never-ending tunnel of guilt. My favourite crack
The hurt doesn't let me function. I didn't do any wrong, did I? I need you to tell me it's not my fault, because I feel like it is. It's a certain loud voice in my mind that refuses to let me believe I didn't do anything.
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It's not my fucking fault
It's not my fucking fault
They say it is, but it's not
It's not your fault
IT'S NOT
It's the hunger of belonging, the strive to be desired that makes me so lame.
It's past me, but I am not past it. I feel I will never be.
They sing, all joyous, all full.
I sit here, waiting for better thoughts, better days. But all I am is just a girl who loves to weep.
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In the meantime, I got into college, moved to a dorm, moved back home (it's not really that far from my college), cut off and lost some toxic friends.
I have been struggling, not gonna lie. New people, new places, a small town girl trying to act like the rich city girls. It's been 5 months since I started college, and I haven't found a friend yet. Everyone probably thinks I'm lame and idk poor?
But their thoughts don't define me, right? Right?
It's been really bad but I'm glad I got 2 friends to talk to. We barely even meet, but hey, we still are close af.
I know I'm still a kid, but I've been lonely for so long, I'm tired. Living at my house (not a home) isn't peaceful or comforting, it's just chaotic and triggering. They try to act like it's alright, nothing ever happened... but the 9-year old me still remembers it. My inner child claws at my insides to be freed, to be happy.
I remember the days I was called gifted, a prodigy and what not. I remember how lonely I was even back then. I was never allowed to leave my house or even have friends. I remember, I was 10 or 11, and I asked my parents for a bike, I wouldn't ride it outside, maybe just in the yard. They refused because they thought I'd run away with someone.
I remember I was taken out for a walk in the yard like I was a dog. Mom never let me out of her sight, fearing I'd run away. Which is valid because all throughout my childhood and even now, I feel like running away.
My parents were paranoid, not in a way that's appropriate for a child. I remember the accusations, the slut shaming, the everything. And for what? For wearing shorts INSIDE MY OWN HOUSE? For simply talking to my male music teacher and being his favourite? For talking to my male cousins? FOR BEING CLOSE TO MY BROTHER?
I don't feel safe in my own home, I don't feel safe in my own skin. It hurts to just be.
Maybe that's why I stopped trying. I was never appreciated. Heck, I won national level awards and was never even congratulated by my own parents, they wanted more. They cared, yes. But they cared too much.
I was never ever good enough to be their child. They had issues with the way I talked, walked, slept, sat, stood, every fucking thing. It's so shitty to not be able to cry without being called a sympathy/attention seeker by your dad.
This rant was just a grain of sand in the sandbox of reasons I don't wanna live in my home.
There's ed, addictions, physical and mental health issues & abuse, sa, infidelity, sh and just borderline psych ward worthy acts in this family, but I still find myself trying to prove myself for them.
Why am I writing this? For my future self. For others who can relate to me.
But you got yourself, right? The only person you'll ever need? You got your delusional boyfriend, your anime crushes and that one celebrity you're way too obsessed with are there as your coping mechanisms.
Man, being lonely sucks ass
Like fuck, I do care about what you think, I do let it define me, I do change myself to fit into your visions.
But maybe someday, you'll find your own little paradise in a guy or a girl. They'll be your everything, your soul, your breath.
Maybe you'll find happiness. So I'd keep living. Not for myself, no. I don't have enough self esteem or respect for that. But maybe to prove them wrong? AND to someday find that someone who makes me want to be alive.
You're worth everything. You're not leaving, not yet. So big WOMP that you don't wanna live, shut it.
I couldn't apologize to you guys enough. I know I kept a lot of you hanging with the TUD story. This blog is my passion and I should have 0 excuses to not be consistent.
But I wasn't and well, I hope I will be from now on!!
Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut
Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes
Warning/s: Grief and lots of it, King tries to sleep with her, the real Jungkook... And ofcourse, wouldn't be a nucleobangtan fic without shitty ass writing and really bad pacing.
Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.
Chapter Summary: Curiousity did not kill the cat. Atleast not yet.
A/N: Not proofread!!! Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.
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The morning sun rose, casting a gentle light on a world that felt colder without your lover. You sat quietly on the window sill, surrounded by memories, each one a bitter reminder of his absence.
The ache in your heart was painful, a silent testament to the love you shared and the deep void his death had left in your life. It had been exactly three weeks since your wedding day, but it felt like an eternity without him. Every day dragged on, the minutes stretching into hours.
You couldn't help but tear up. The syllables 'Taehyung' gave you flashbacks of your bloodied lover. The nights were sleepless and even if you did manage to close your eyes, the flashbacks didn't spare you.
Amidst everything, Yoongi's life was taken because he wanted to protect you. How you unapologetically wished it was your father who was slain.
The emptiness in your heart grew bigger and bigger with each passing moment. Every night, the King would visit your chambers. He hoped that you would give in to his demands, let him use you the way he had hungered for years.
But you never let him. You were always closed off and barely talked to him. He didn't wish to force you but you were surely making it difficult for him. King Jeon knew you never wanted him, but he never stopped pursuing.
"Why are you sad?" An endearing voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You smiled, wiping the tears on your cheeks.
"I just... I lost someone I loved." The little child climbed onto the window sill as well, sitting on your lap.
"I lost someone too, once. But I don't remember anything." He said, slightly frowning.
"Was it the Queen? Your mother?" You patted his fluffy, brown hair.
"How did you know, Y/n? Oh, I'm sorry! Father said I should call you my mother."
"We are barely 12 years apart. I'm more like your sister. You don't have to call me your mother if you don't wish to, Jungkook."
He giggled, "I love it when you call me that!"
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Call you what?"
"'Jungkook' of course!" He said, slightly jumping out of happiness in your lap.
You figured not everyone called him by his name, either addressing him as Prince or majesty.
"I'm more than happy to call you by your name, Jungkook."
"Yes! It's my name! I am the great warrior, Jeon Jungkook." You laughed slightly at his excitement. His innocent soul found delight in the littlest of things.
Over the past couple of weeks, little Jungkook had been your source of joy. He had a lot of energy, whenever you didn't feel like getting up, Jungkook forced you to play with him. Unknowingly, it helped you to handle the grief a lot better.
Ofcourse, he was a bit spoiled, being the Prince of an entire country does come with a lot of luxuries. But the kindness and bright nature overtook his spoiled attitude. The kid was the type to throw a tantrum when the chef didn't make his favorite food but then apologize for his behavior in the cutest way possible.
"Oh! I have a letter for you." He said, pulling out an envelope from his hanbok.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "A letter? Did you write it?"
"No, that person told me to give it to you. They got it from your friend." He said.
According to Jungkook, there was a person in the palace worried for your well-being. It was probably a maid who used to work for your father, you thought. You weren't allowed to leave your chambers, so letters were the only mode of communication.
You took the envelope in your hand and carefully opened it. You hoped it was who you thought it was: your childhood friend.
Dear Y/n,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing this two days after your wedding with the King. But I would imagine it will take a few days to reach you considering all the security. But I was promised by my friend that it'll reach you, no matter what happens, and I trust that.
I cannot fathom the pain that you are enduring. Losing two people in a single day, seeing them lose their light in front of you. I am sorry I couldn't be there. I understand why you hate the King. I am sorry for the times I shushed you when you were speaking ill about him. He isn't kind at all.
Yoongi was a great person and my friend as well. And about Taehyung... I am writing this letter to tell you what he wished you knew. He had kept this in the past but I am sure he meant to tell you this in the time to come.
He was no ordinary farmer. Taehyung used to be an assassin in the royal army. He climbed up ranks as soon as he joined the army. Ofcourse his identity was and is a secret to the mass. He was a brutal man, assassinating whoever wronged the King. He was loyal to the Jeon family.
There were also rumors that wives and women of aristocratic families paid him to sleep with them, and that is how he knew a lot of the secrets of the royals and high class families. The rumors were proved to be true and that made King Jeon furious. He was eventually removed from his position and was sent back.
This is all I know about the matter.
Y/n, how I wish I could be there for you. Your parents have no maids and servants now after what your father did. Although I am trying my best to get work back at the palace to be closer to you, the King is stubborn. He is not taking any chances and his trust in me has dwindled due to your father.
I believe in you. There are talks of a revolution inspired by Taehyung and Yoongi, talks to save you. Until then, I believe you will hold on. My friend at the palace will treat you well.
For now, all I can say is keep safe and do not let the King get to your head. You have seen worse now, have you not?
Do not lose hope.
Love,
Jung Hoseok
You read the letter slowly, each word sinking in. Hoseok’s message was a lifeline, a reminder that you were not alone. He was out there, fighting for you, and there was a glimmer of hope in the talk of revolution. You clutched the letter to your chest, drawing strength from his words.
Jungkook watched you with wide eyes, sensing the importance of the letter. "Is it good news?"
You smiled through your tears, nodding. "Yes, Jungkook. It's good news. Thank you for bringing it to me."
He beamed, his innocent joy a balm to your wounded heart. "I'm glad!"
As you tucked the letter away safely, you felt a renewed sense of determination. You would endure this, for Taehyung, for Yoongi, and for the future Hoseok envisioned. You would not let the King break you.
You remembered Taehyung fighting the palace guards masterfully, his moments were fluid and graceful. He was formidable until that soldier 'defeated' him on King's command.
You remembered Taehyung often telling you a thing or two about the aristocrats and high ranking officials. How the husbands were unfaithful and all the wives could do was sit there with a smile, because if they held any other expression, they would be beaten and bruised. He also mentioned the wives paying men for some satisfaction as their husbands found solace in anyone but them.
You remembered the way he held you whenever he made love to you. His movements reflected clear experience. You never asked him why it was.
He hated the nobility and the privileged yet he slept with wives. You couldn't help but wonder what made him go through with that. King Jeon, who had several affairs, would not remove Taehyung from his post simply because of what he did. There had to be more to that.
"Who is the letter from?" The patiently awaiting Jungkook asked.
"A friend of mine, Hobi. He is the sweetest person there is." You smiled, patting his head, "Thank you for delivering this to me."
"Will you play with me now?" He asked eagerly.
"Do you have a game in mind, little Prince?" You were more than delighted to have Jungkook. He kept you busy and didn't let you think much about the happenings.
"Hide and seek? But your chamber does not have places to hide." He pouted.
"That's alright. We can play something else."
"Can we go play in the courtyard? Father is visiting the kingdom. He won't know of it."
Knowing what the King can do, you didn't want to put Jungkook in trouble. Even if a single soul caught you outside of your chamber, you could face the King's wrath. But you could handle it, the 7 year old could not.
"Jungkook, you know I cannot. Let us play something else, yes?"
"I am the Prince, I promise you father would never know." He said haughtily.
"But you would get into big trouble." You sighed, trying to convince the little boy.
"I have people to protect me, do not worry."
"Against your father? I don't think so, Prince."
He shook his head, "I have people to protect me against anyone in this world."
"Jung-"
"No! You are playing hide and seek with me and I won't hear anymore from you."
You held the Prince's shoulders, trying to stop him from throwing a tantrum, "What if the King hurts you? What will I do then?"
He laughed, "He will be killed before he touches me."
You furrow your eyebrows, who would be foolish enough to kill a man like that? But then again, Jungkook was the future of the Jeon Empire. He must definitely have loyal guards.
"Are you sure about this? If we get caught, you say nothing. I would take the blame on me, alright?"
He nodded, "Yes! I am more than sure."
"Then let us play in the courtyard for an hour or so."
He jumped off of your lap in excitement, almost stumbling and falling. But he caught himself just in time.
"Try and catch me." You said, getting up from the window sill and running outside your chamber.
You knew the palace well enough to navigate through the confusing corridors. Somehow, it was exactly like the recurring dream you have about the non-existent prince and his dog, Bam.
The two of you laughed as you ran through the hallways of the palace. Mindfulness was long forgotten as your voices echoed. Everyone who crossed your paths didn't bother you when they saw the Prince running with you.
"Alright, do you want to hide?" You asked as you both reached the courtyard.
"Yes, but promise you won't peek." He said, clearly having experienced dishonesty while playing this game before.
"I won't, do not worry. I will count to 50, that is enough time for you to hide." He nodded as you closed your eyes and faced a large tree.
Time passed and you played with the child for more than an hour, after which you retired back to your chamber.
You were tired to say the least. Following a bath, you cuddled up to a large cushion, your hair still slightly wet. And as per usual, thoughts flooded your mind. Thoughts which made you cry out in pain.
Every single one of them consisted of your lover. The image of his smile as King Jeon pushed the sword deeper was etched into your brain.
You regretted meeting Taehyung. It was his fault you learned how to dream. It was his fault you dreamt of a better life, a life with just him and you. But it was your fault you held him with you. You were curious what love was, so you held onto him with everything you had.
Love always leads to misfortune. You never believed it existed until you met him. But seeing how the two of you ended, proved to be a constant reminder that it shouldn't exist. Love seemed much better when you thought it was a myth.
Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You looked out the window, it was dark outside. You knew who it was and you were ready to do anything to stop him from doing as he wished.
"Today was really tiring." He said, closing the door. You didn't move at all and stayed facing away from him.
You felt the bed dip behind you but you still didn't move. But you did visibly flinch at his touch on your shoulder. His large hand rubbed against your upper arm.
"All of my subjects adore me, tell me, why is it that you tremble at my touch? Perhaps the excitement?" He laughed.
"Stop being delusional." You whispered.
"What was that?" His aged ears did not pick up your words.
"I said, stop being delusional." You said in a firm tone, getting up from the bed and stepping away from it.
The King looked up at you and his laughter grew in volume. He was clearly entertained by your withdrawal.
His laughter seized and his gaze turned dark, "Delusional? My Queen, you are the one deluding yourself. You thought you could live a perfect life with that lad? He used you for money and pleasure."
"Get lost, I plead with you. Do not speak a single word about him. He never wanted me for my money. He was a real man, unlike you." You were agitated by his words. Your voice trembled with anger, yet you tried to keep a strong expression.
He got up from your bed and walked towards you, "You have not given me a chance to prove myself yet, have you now?"
"Leave." You gritted, hands clenched into fists.
His tall and wide frame towered above yours, "Oh, what if I don't, what if I..." He raised his hand to touch your cheek but you swatted it away.
"You are fucking disgusting."
The King turned his head to the side and let out a bitter chuckle. Without a word, he turned around and walked out of your chamber leaving you trembling with fear and anger all over.
Your labored breaths slowed down. You were supposed to hold on till someone rescued you, but he made it increasingly difficult to do so.
You laid on the cold bed. Hatred was boiling inside of you. How you wished Taehyung was there to comfort you, guide you through it all. You were tired but it seemed sleep evaded you.
On nights like these, you always imagined Taehyung was holding you tight and secure. You had never gotten a chance to sleep with him overnight, but your imagination proved to be a good companion.
You sighed, letting your tears fall once again, "I hate you so much for leaving." You whispered to your imaginary Taehyung.
You felt so broken, so cursed. Your own skin felt foreign.
"I suppose I have to hold on... for you."
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"I am the undefeated Jeon Jungkook." The little child jumped around waving his wooden sword. His energy truly surprised you. Maybe you were just lazy but the boy played from sunrise to sunset and he still wished to play more.
You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard. The cherry blossom trees overhead provided enough shade for you to relax. Jungkook was fighting with the falling pink leaves.
It had been exactly 2 months since your wedding day. Spring had almost come to an end. The Korean Peninsula experienced a monsoon which seemed to be arriving soon considering the wind. You remembered when your father taught you about various seasons across the world. You didn't find the information interesting, always leaning more towards human anatomy and science.
You could see Jungkook's caretaker arriving in a hurry. You weren't afraid of being spotted by her outside of your room, she was the type to scold you for it but would never tell the King. The frail lady was Yoongi’s mother and you could see the resemblance in her cat-like eyes.
It wasn’t long ago when you had first met her. She had approached you with a stoic face, similar to that of Yoongi, but she was the sweetest woman you had met. She introduced herself as Mrs. Min, caretaker of the youngest child of the Jeon family.
Immediately you asked if she knew Yoongi, to which she hesitated to answer. After a bit of coercion, she admitted she was the mother of a traitor. She was ashamed of her son but knew he had his own reasons to rebel. You could tell she loved him dearly. She was taken aback when you embraced her and said that Yoongi was a brave person and fought for what he believed.
"My Prince, my Queen..." The old woman bowed.
You pressed your lips together and gave her a small nod in return, "What is it, Mrs. Min?"
"If I may, Eunuch Kang has requested the little Prince's presence." She said. Her small and wrinkly smile seemed the most trustworthy in the entire palace.
Eunuch Kang, though, always seemed a little too suspicious. Always keeping an eye on everything and everyone, supporting the Emperor's evil deeds and always advising him to do the cruelest thing possible.
"I shall be back Y/n, wait for me." Jungkook said, handing you his sword.
"You must not call her by her name, she is your mother." His caretaker gasped.
"Alright then, I shall be back, mother." Jungkook's tone made you silently laugh a little. He didn't want to call you his mother, but he had to in front of everyone.
You waved with a smile until Jungkook and Mrs.Min were out of sight.
It had been so long since you had been alone with nature. You decided to take a walk barefoot to feel the grass between your toes.
There were all kinds of flowers, trees and herbs in the garden. There was a tiny path amongst the herbs through which you decided to stroll.
You enjoyed the walk until you found yourself in an unfamiliar part of the garden. The palace grounds were vast and intricate, making it easy to lose your way. They were connected to various training areas, lakes and even a forest.
You had no intent to escape, though. Where would you escape to? All you knew was the capital city of Hanseong. Hypothetically, you would have to travel a distance of 150 km to escape the Jeon Empire. Even then, there was no guarantee that the border guards would let you pass.
Your eyes sparkled when you spotted a rare imported herb, saffron. These weren't naturally grown in your country, and this was the first time you saw a saffron plant. You squatted down to get a better look at the delicate flowers.
“You should get a better grip on the sword.” You heard a faint voice from a distance. The person was with someone else, you could tell. Your hands subconsciously touched the flowers as you heard their conversation. Maybe you could find some crucial information, you thought.
“How are you so good with the bow and not the sword, Jimin?” The same voice groaned.
The second person, supposedly Jimin seemed extremely annoyed, “I do not fucking care, I am leaving.”
You were so focused on the conversation, you failed to notice the increasingly clouded sky overhead. The clouds were already full and ready to pour.
You slowly walked to the direction of the voices, mindful not to step on dried leaves. As you drew closer, the figures came into view—a young man, possibly Jimin, and another whose face you couldn't quite see.
Quickly, you ducked behind a nearby tree, peering out cautiously. The branches provided a decent cover, allowing you to observe without being noticed.
Jimin was visibly frustrated, pacing back and forth, while the other person, a taller, stern-looking man, tried to reason with him. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves, but you remained perfectly still, straining to catch every word.
Your breath caught as the man turned around, revealing his face and his topless torso. His toned muscles glistened with sweat under the clouded sky. He held a sword with effortless grace, the weapon gleaming in the dim light.
You couldn't help but admire his chiseled features and strong arms, a testament to years of rigorous training. His strong jawline moved as he spoke to Jimin. His dark, obsidian hair fell in damp strands over his forehead, and his doe eyes, which reminded you of the little Prince, were focused on his comrade, a mix of frustration and concern evident in his gaze.
You tore your eyes away, feeling your cheeks warm. But curiosity killed the cat, and you were much like one. Your curiousity always led to trouble, you knew it. It was best to leave, you thought.
The downpour was relentless, you tried your best to see ahead. The smell of fresh rain filled your senses. The entire garden turned into a muddy mess not long after. You needed to find shelter, the trees weren't much help.
However, in your hurry, you slipped, and fell knee first on the ground, letting out a squeal. Not your best moments, you could say. Great, your hanbok was dirty, you were drenched and lost, and now you were probably bleeding.
“Fuck, what are you doing here?” A voice called out, concerned yet surprised. And now you were caught.
You looked up to see the topless soldier from earlier, his eyes wide with alarm. Before you could say anything, he swiftly picked you up, one hand under your knees and one around your back. You gasped, instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck for support.
“We need to get you out of this rain.” He yelled over the loud thrumming of rain. He carried you as if you weighed nothing. He moved quickly through the muddy garden, his steps confident and sure despite the slippery ground. Within moments, he reached a nearby stable.
He was barely panting as he let you down on your feet. You could sense him staring at you with his round eyes as you shivered due to the awfully cool climate. His presence, though casual, brought a strange sense of comfort amid the chaos.
"Who are you?" You looked at his drenched form, mirroring yours. The only thing that differed was his bare torso. A sudden realization made fear shoot through every nerve of your body. He seemed to be a commander of higher rank and you just made him save your clumsy self from the rain. What if he tells the emperor? You could be put to death for just being here.
"I am sorry but you need to be more aware of your surroundings." He said trying to sound nonchalant. He could see the fear in your eyes but chose to ignore it. Did he scare you?
"I-I'll keep that in mind." You bowed fervently.
"Jungkook..."
"What?" You tilted your head in confusion.
"I am Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." Prince Jungkook?
You chuckled, “Ofcourse you are.” You rubbed your arms briskly to generate some warmth.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“You are not Prince Jungkook. But you do look like him, I must admit.” You removed the outer coat of your hanbok, the wet clothing being a bit too uncomfortable.
“Why do you think that, my Queen?” He was amused.
“Because, you are not Jungkook. He is the 7 year old Prince of the Jeon Empire.” You pressed.
His amusement reached new levels, “That little kid? You think he is Jeon Jungkook?”
“Yes! Are you jesting me?” You looked at his very, very familiar face. It was as if you had seen him a million times, but you hadn't. Keeping your eyes on him was dangerous territory, yet you couldn't help but continually glance at him.
“I need to have a talk with him.” He laughed.
You raised your eyebrows, “You sure do have some arrogance.” How could a soldier like him stand on equal grounds with the Prince?
“Why is it arrogant to have a talk with my baby brother?” He folded his arms over his chest, biceps flexing as he did so.
“B-Brother? He is surely not-” You had second thoughts, though. His eyes? “Oh, his cousin?” you asked.
He shook his head, “I hope not. We are siblings.”
Surely the man was lying. How did you not know about the existence of another Prince, who could be the heir to the Jeon Empire? But then again, you didn't know the younger Prince existed until a few weeks ago.
You cleared your throat, you were still the Queen, you had superiority, you needn't be afraid, “And your name is?”
“I was not lying when I said I was Jeon Jungkook.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
“You are not Jungkook.” Your mind was processing a million things at the moment. If the man in front of you was Jungkook, who was the child you had befriended?
As if he could hear your thoughts, he answered, “I am the heir to the throne, Prince Jungkook. And the kid, he's my brother, Jeon Junghyun.”
i actually enjoyed the ending of grayscale. i appreciated how jungkook learnt from his mistake, realizing that an affair fades out as soon as it begins, once it's not a secret. this is how most affairs end, in the majority of the cases. it's the thrill and sneaking around of it all that makes it exciting. he didn't take another wife because he knew that he'd not be able to love her. it was either oc or nobody else. it's also another indicator that showed he learnt from his mistake, he didn't want to hurt another woman by harbouring feelings for his ex-wife. he couldn't keep her out of loneliness. instead, he chose to adopt jaehyun and a pet. it would be even better if he raised jaehyun to be a better man than he was, teaching him the importance of honesty and loyalty. i have a feeling that he is going to raise jaehyun to be the perfect gentleman.
as for oc, she had been through a lot so i'm glad that she found her happy ending with someone who loved her from the beginning. she had two men that loved her but one of them always put her above himself. her happiness above his happiness. and that was eunwoo. he deserved to have a happy ending with her.
Jungkook always had a dream of having a child with OC one day. But he fucked it up so he decided he'll adopt one. Ofcourse Jungkook will raise Jaehyun to be everything he couldn't.
Maybe he found someone as Jaehyun eventually grew up, maybe he didn't. It's up to the reader. Personally I would say even if he did find someone, he wouldn't be able to love them as much as he loved OC.
I'm glad that you analysed it!!!! I love when people do that! Every single word I write has some meaning behind it.
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Past this is just me writing weird shit...
Writing Grayscale was honestly an experience.
There were many alternate endings I had in mind but every one of them involved in Y/n healing and Jungkook not moving past his regrets, but still being content with what he had.
There was one which I liked particularly and want to share, where Eunwoo goes to the military and coincidentally enlists with Jungkook. Eunwoo beats the living shit out of him, ofcourse.
Meanwhile, OC returns to her hometown of Busan for christmas, receives a lot of humiliation from her parents in front of their relatives because of the divorce.
Happenings happen, eventually Jungkook gets to talk to Eunwoo. He suggests moving on because Eunwoo wasn't going to let him talk to OC again.
After 18 months, she is healed by going to therapy and cutting off most of the contract with her parents. Greets Eunwoo when he discharges and then the rest is history.
Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.
Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love, Moving On AU
Word Count: 3.1 k
Warning/s: OC talks to Jungkook, a bit possessive Jungkook, healing, closure, PDA, adopting, pregnancy.
A/N: Not proofread!!! Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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The act of letting someone sucks your life away. Seeing Jungkook again for the divorce was harder than you thought.
Even though he wanted to, he never begged you again to take him back. Both of you knew, clinging onto each other would cause more pain than healing.
"That's not how you play the game! You're cheating." You giggled.
Eunwoo could feel his heart flutter at you being happy, your eyes crinkling into crescents. This was the first time he saw you so cheerful after the incident. He couldn't help but wonder what made Jungkook hurt such a genuine and kind soul.
"I'm not gonna win against you if I don't cheat." He teased.
"So you admit it!" You hit his arm playfully.
"Hey now, violence is not the answer."
There was a moment of laughter followed by silence before you spoke up, "Call me sappy, but I'm going to miss you. Like a lot."
"1 month, huh? I think you can handle it." He said, brushing his hair back.
You couldn't help but well up at the thought of him leaving for that long, "You're supposed to say 'I'm gonna miss you too' dumbass."
He sighed, "Thank you..."
"I should do the thanking here." You chuckled, looking at him nervously.
"Thank you for not laughing at me being a loser at games..." He took your hand in his, "...thank you for being my friend."
His unfeigned tone made you cry out. He knew it was coming, he had to go on his business trip real soon. But he had a few months, which he decided to spend consoling you.
Like he did now, he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry on his chest, tears staining his shirt.
Jungkook and Gaeul left you with serious trust issues. But Eunwoo never left any corners for you to not trust him. It was as if you trusted no one but him.
Your parents, as expected, had the phrase, 'i told you so' written on their faces. They were never happy with your relationship, always hoping you'd marry a guy of their choice. You wondered if that would have been better.
Jungkook's parents visited you a day before your legal seperation. His father went as far as to threaten you to not break off the marriage. It would damage his reputation as a CEO.
Eunwoo politely yet sternly told them to leave and held you as you cried for an hour after that.
Your nights were sleepless. You had been with Jungkook for so long, that you couldn't sleep without his presence. Eunwoo would sacrifice his sleep to sing and hum for you as you tried to sleep.
Most of his attempts would go to vain but he still kept humming for you.
"I-I don't want you to go."
"I have to, Y/n." He hugged you tighter.
Maybe this wasn't the right time to tell you what he thought about you. But this was the only time he had. You were left broken after what Jungkook did, and Eunwoo didn't want risk your comfort and trust in him.
But he had to tell you.
"Y/n... I-"
You pull back to look at him, eyes red with the tears shed, "Eunwoo?"
How he wished it was him instead of Jungkook. How he wished Jungkook would have never met you, then you'd find a real man (Eunwoo) to cherish you.
He remembered the first time he saw you in college, stumbling in late to a lecture because you were messing around with Jungkook. Your hair a bit unkempt but nothing too wild.
He remembered how you sat beside him and he couldn't help but ask you your name. The two of you immediately clicked.
He remembered how his stomach dropped when he heard you had a boyfriend. He was still extremely close to you, despite you already having Gaeul as your 'best friend.'
He remembered the night where he actually fell for you. The night where your friends left to explore a foreign city you visited. Gaeul and Jungkook took advantage of the situation and went missing as well. You and Eunwoo were left alone. Both of you sat in the pool of the hotel, looked at the stars and talked about everything. Until you fell asleep and Jungkook came to carry you back to your room.
He remembered how he felt light headed when Jungkook asked him to plan a proposal for you. But he still smiled and decided to help him. Atleast you were happy, he thought.
He took a deep breath, "I like you. Heck, I may even be in love with you. Please don't take this the wrong way but... I've had feelings for you ever since we first met. I'm not pressuring you or-"
You cut him off with a smile, "Eunwoo, it's okay. I know."
"I wish I could stop myself but- wait. You know?"
You nod, slightly laughing at his nervous state, "I know, Eunwoo. I've always known. But I need time to get over...you know."
"Yes...yes! I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to let you know how I felt."
You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve, "I don't want you to wait for me, I don't know when I'll move on from him, or if I even will move on."
Eunwoo gently wiped away a lingering tear from your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring. "I'll wait for you, Y/n. No matter how long it takes. You deserve to heal at your own pace."
You gave him a small, grateful smile, "Thank you, Eunwoo. That means more to me than you'll ever know."
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"Did you get everything?" You asked.
"Calm down, I'll be alright. But you're the one who needs to take care." He held your hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb to warm you up a bit.
It was already time for him to go. So, you along with a few of your friends were here on a chilly morning to bid him farewell.
After sharing a few hugs, he finally approached you for a hug, to which you responded by jumping onto him making him stumble back a bit.
You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, taking in his scent. You laughed, "Who said I wasn't going to tease your loser ass?"
Eunwoo couldn't help but hug you tighter. He couldn't do it again for another month, he tried to memorize every soft detail of your embrace.
It didn't take long for your laughter to seize. A person caught your attention. He stood there with a long trench coat and every recognisable characteristics covered except his puffy eyes. The sight of him brought an unexpected surge of emotions. You hadn't anticipated seeing him here, especially not today.
Jungkook.
What was he doing at the airport?
"Y/n, you're crying. Are you okay?" Eunwoo asked being concerned. He followed your line of sight and realised who caught your attention.
You didn't even realise you were crying until Eunwoo pointed it out. Jungkook stood at a fair distance. You noticed he was alone.
The two of you just stared at each other, you didn't want to talk to him and he understood that.
You felt a warm hand on your cheek. Eunwoo turned your head to look at him.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay." The approaching panic attack you felt was suddenly subdued with his words.
He leaned in to kiss your tear-stained cheek. He looked straight in your eyes when he said, "I love you. Believe me on that, yeah?"
"P-Please be safe." You tried your best not to look at your ex-husband; you focused your eyes onto the man in front of you.
"I'll see you soon." He held you in his arms one last time, only to let go hesitantly. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Jungkook looked at you and Eunwoo, he had no right to be angry, he had no right to want to kick Eunwoo in the balls. He chuckled bitterly at his own thoughts.
Jungkook didn't know why you were here, he didn't know how you noticed him in a crowded space. He swallowed thickly and maybe it was the fact that he just wanted to disappear from your sight, but he turned around and decided to quickly walk away with his luggage.
He initially walked briskly but he resorted to running a few seconds in. His empty stomach didn't take him very far though; he stumbled and fell onto his knees in a scarcely crowded area of the airport.
Seeing you happy brought all the memories flush back to him. Your touch, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you was all he could think of. He doubled over in pain, quietly sobbing into his palms, his luggage laying beside him. Crying had become a second nature by now.
It clawed him from inside, you were his and only his but he knew he could no longer have you. He wanted to bawl out loud, beg you to start everything over again, but he had promised himself to stay away from you.
Fate had other plans though, he was returning to Seoul from his hometown when he saw you with Eunwoo and a bunch of close friends. The ones who used to his friends as well.
Jungkook looked at his shaky palms which were wet from his tears. He had good friends, a good work-life balance, and the best of all, he had you. But now his colleagues and employees were doubting his abilities due to his bad performance at work.
He'd never be present at his office after the divorce. One would always find him at his house or at the gym, jabbing the life out of the punching bag till he fainted.
It took him 15 minutes to realise it was extremely chilly at the airport, he decided to gather himself and sit in the car. Sure, he couldn't stop crying, but atleast he could smell the vanilla scented car freshner you had bought.
He leaned his head back, his nose taking in your favourite scent.
A knock on the window startled him. It was as if he was dreaming, and he probably was. Because it was you.
You opened the car door and got in the passenger's seat, "Glad to know you still kept the car freshner."
Now, Jungkook didn't have any issues with breathing, ever. But today, his lungs stopped working. It was you. You were in his car, but why?
"Y-Y/n..."
You looked like you had been crying as well but at the moment, you were neither sad nor happy, you just looked pissed.
You sighed, "Did you eat today?"
The question was so simple, so casual. But it hit something inside Jungkook's heart. He leaned down towards you, as if bowing to you and let his tears flow.
"I asked you something..." You said, trying to be cold. He looked you in the eyes and shook his head.
He didn't want to put you in a position where you had to take him back, but he still took your hands in his, "I was such-"
He was cut off by you repelling from his touch, "Please don't touch me, Jungkook. I'm not here to forgive you."
"O-oh, I'm so fucking sorry." He sniffed.
"You look awful."
"You look beautiful, as always." He said sincerely, making you blush a bit.
"I'm here because I care for you. Don't get the wrong idea but, I don't think I'll ever stop caring for you, Jungkook. Why aren't you looking after yourself?"
Jungkook was flustered by your suddeness. He had expected you to have moved on by now. But the fact that you were crying a while ago and you were here, in his car, said otherwise.
"It just isn't the same." He croaked out.
"Ofcourse it isn't, Jungkook. I wonder why."
"Y/n, I know you hate me, I know you don't want me anymore. But I don't want you to be kind to me." He closed his eyes, "Please curse at me, hit me, let it out. It's just me."
"It's not just you. I don't know you. You're a stranger to me." You said coldly.
Jungkook didn't answer, it was more like he couldn't answer. He looked down at his palm, which weren't shaky anymore. It was you who calmed him down.
You sigh, "I assume you have been talking to Gaeul?"
"I haven't, I don't even intend to."
"I called her a couple of months ago. She was livid at you. Said she'll slap you the next time she sees you." You chuckled, "She told me a lot about how you guys began and stuff. But it was the last time I'll ever talk to her."
He wiped his runny nose, "I guess you know about the time I threw her out of our house."
"Your... your house."
"Right, my house." He corrected himself.
After a moment of silence, Jungkook raised his head to look at you. He saw the love of his life looking outside the window. You looked as beautiful as the day he asked you out, if not more.
"Y/n, I-I love you."
You turned towards him to see a man who used to be the love of your life. He looked barely alive, barely living. Yet, somehow, his eyes were as pretty as always. But they didn't hold the universe you saw around a decade ago. They were just pretty eyes.
"You know there's a theory, if you stop loving someone, it means you never loved them in the first place. Love can never go away.
I probably won't ever stop loving you. But I don't want you, Jungkook. I've moved on."
"I-I know, I understand." Even though he knew, there was a huge part of him that wanted you to come back. That wanted you all to himself.
"Would you have kept the affair going if I never found out?" You asked.
"No, no! I wanted to stop, I promise. It started as a way for stress relief when you weren't available, but then..."
You scoff, "Then what, Jungkook? You loved to cheat on me, is it? You just loved to humiliate me? Makes sense."
Your tone didn't sound like yourself. You've never talked to Jungkook in this way, but then again, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
"Y/n, please, trust me. I've never wanted anyone but you. I've never loved her, I've never enjoyed the sex more. I just... don't know."
"You just loved the thrill of it all, didn't you. Cheating on your girlfriend, then on your fucking wife. How fucking far were you willing to go for sex?" A single tear rolled down your cheek.
Jungkook wished he could say otherwise. He wished he would've thought with his heart rather than his dick. All he could do was mutter sorry's.
"I forgive you, Jungkook." You said looking away.
His breath hitched as he heard the words come out of your mouth.
"I forgive you. The only thing you can do for me is take care of yourself and move on."
"I-I don't think I can." He sobbed, his stomach did flips that made him nauseous.
You finally touched him and intertwined your fingers with his, it was familiar but it didn't feel like home anymore.
"Cook for yourself, eat better, yeah?" You smiled.
"I can't do this without you, Y/n."
"You can, I know you can."
"I can't, I fucking can't. Please..."
You slowly let go of his hand as he kept saying 'no'.
"I'm sorry, baby." You whispered, "I have to leave."
You opened the car door and got out. Jungkook wished he could see you clearly, but his vision was blurred. You waved a final goodbye and gently closed the door.
As he saw you walk away, he noticed you took the car freshner with you, a subtle way to let him move on.
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"Eunwoo!" You rushed over to him and captured him in an embrace. He twirled you around as you both laughed.
His month long business trip had already ended and he had just returned to Seoul.
He let you down and spoke, "How have you-"
He was cut off by you pulling him extremely close to you face. Your noses were touching and lips only a few millimetres away.
Eunwoo's eyes widened. He was definitely dreaming. Or did the plane crash on his way back and he was in heaven?
"I've not done this before but..." You said softly, "Would you go out with me?"
"I think you know what I'll say to that." He closed the distance between your lips.
It was like the two of you were alone at the airport. The nasty glares from strangers didn't exist, nor did any other problem in the world.
Eunwoo would be happy even if the world ended this very moment. But then again, he wouldn't get to love you enough.
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Jungkook exhaled softly as he blinked his eyes, trying to wake up. He slowly pushed himself up and sat against the headboard.
He shivered, ofcourse. It was too cold without you. It had been 5 years already but no morning went without a thought of you.
As an unhealthy daily habit, he took his phone from the side table. Instinctively, his thumb went to Instagram to stalk you. His eyebrows furrowed realising you changed your profile picture.
This didn't seem right to him. Why was Eunwoo holding you like that? He decided to check your feed. Something wasn't right. There was a recent post from you.
A post announcing your pregnancy.
It took him a full minute to process what was happening. You were having a baby, with someone that wasn't him.
He blinked back his tears, reading the caption, 'You're gonna be the best father.' with a photo of Eunwoo holding your slightly large belly.
He reminded himself, there was more to live for. He should've moved on by now but he simply couldn't. His thoughts were so loud that he couldn't hear small footsteps. The person climbed onto the bed and peeked into his phone.
"Is that mommy?" He asked making Jungkook snap out of it.
"Ah, Jaehyun." He took the 7 year old in his arms.
"Isn't that mommy, daddy?" The child persisted.
"No, Jaehyun. She's just a woman I love."
"So, she's mommy?"
He sighed. How would he explain this to a 7 year old? Jungkook didn't want to bluntly tell him that he was adopted and didn't have a mother.
"Let's go for a walk with Bam. I'll tell you everything about the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
Hi, hope you're well. When will you release part 3 of grayscale?
I'm doing great!!!!
I have gotten a few asks about it.
It will take atleast about a week for me to complete. I've been too busy with college apps and then my laptop stopped working, so I'm currently writing this on my phone.
I'm so sorry for the delay ;-; I hope to make it really good.
dammmnn! just read TUD part 3 fvcking awsm cant wait for part 4, But I had a question that if jk is 7 years old or smthg then who was that boy in that palace when she was a kid??yoongi? am i missing smthg?
😭😭😭 thanksssssss
No, that was not Yoongi.
I intentionally made it confusing!! You'll find out eventually!!
I won't spoil anything, but here's one thing I'll put out there. This is a Jungkook fic as well and MC is not a pedo.
Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Future!Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight!Min Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut
Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes
Warning/s (Do not read if you want some suspense): Major characters' death, forceful marriage, blood and lots of it, cliffhanger again sorry, MC is not a pedo don't worry!!!!
Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.
Chapter Summary: You're the black cat, crossing everyone's paths.
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In the dance of power, innocence is often the first casualty – and in this case, it's your innocence.
You never suspected your father capable of such treachery against his beloved companion. Your tears were the face of shattered hopes of a future and the deep melancholy of a daughter left behind by her own blood.
You tried to make sense of it all. And the more you thought of it, the less it did.
You were on your bed, crying and panicking. The way your hands couldn't stay still and the way your breath wasn't any better made Yoongi more worried than he liked to admit.
"You know..." He spoke impulsively, "I wish I could help. I wish I could kill that bastard."
You sobbed into your pillow, as Yoongi sat on the floor beside your bed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You had politely asked him to leave before your breakdown but he stayed put.
You wondered why, and so did Yoongi.
"Kitten..." He sighed, "Y/n, talk to me."
"Mr. Min, I-"
"Yoongi. Call me Yoongi." He cut you off.
"I don't want you t-to see me like this. Please l-leave me be."
Yoongi wished he would have thought before what he did next before he did it, but he couldn't.
He wished he could just have left and let you sob to your content, but he couldn't.
He got up from the floor and sat on the bed. The slight dip felt was enough to startle you and you sat upright.
Yoongi couldn't help but feel sorry for you. Your cheeks were stained, eyes red from the constant outpour of tears, and your nose irritated from all of this.
"I-I'm sorry." You bowed slightly.
Yoongi was never big on emotions or comforting others, he never believed in it. Always declaring emotions as a waste of time.
"Why are you sorry?" He asked.
"I-I shouldn't be crying but I feel s-so overwhelmed." You sobbed out.
"You're making me worried, and I never get worried."
You looked away for a moment before looking back to him, "I'm sorry, Yoongi. But I wish to be alone right now."
He let out a sour chuckle, "I don't think that's a good idea. My mind doesn't want you to be alone right now. I-" He really wasn't consenting to his words right now. They were involuntary.
He took a deep breath before saying, "Do you... wish for some comfort?"
You looked at him, confused etched on your tear-streaked face, "What do you mean?"
It was an impulse for him, he didn't think twice, heck, he didn't think at all when he hugged you.
You let out a gasp. You had never been close to anyone except Taehyung. You didn't hug him back. You knew what Taehyung told you about men.
But the way his hug felt so comfortable and affectionate had you tearing up even more.
He felt warm and cozy, which was honestly something you needed on a night when your own father pushed you into the blizzard to save himself.
"I know it's not alright and this is the least I can do to help you." His embrace grew tighter.
You felt like you could trust him, so you did.
You closed your eyes and let it all out.
How your father treated you, how the benevolent King Jeon was actually the vilest of them all, how you wished Taehyung could just run away with you to another country.
Yoongi listened to it all. He stayed there even when you asked him to leave. He held you when you didn't even know you needed it.
How he wished he could stop your breath from shaking and your body from trembling. It sure was cold but your body was colder.
He stayed there till you fell asleep, tired from all the stimuli and trying to escape reality. Even when you did fall asleep, he stayed there, thinking.
He stayed there thinking till he finally found a solution.
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"Do you have no shame?" Your mother chastised.
You tried to explain, "I couldn't help it. I-"
"Your face is puffy and your eyes are bloodshot. Did you not think twice before crying? King Jeon won't like you like this."
You looked down at your hands in your lap, wondering where Taehyung would be at the moment.
It was already the day of the big wedding, and your maids were getting you ready for it.
They carefully applied a thick layer of makeup which was miles lighter than your actual skin and tied your hair into a bun adorned with beautiful clips.
You had to acknowledge how stunning you looked.
The red hanbok was sent by your soon-to-be husband. You had to give it to him; he chose it wisely. The hanbok was accompanied by a note that said, 'Do not try to resist or I will make you regret it.' You didn't have to read the name signed below to know it was the King who wrote it.
A maid knocked on the door before opening it, "The carriage has arrived, mistress." she said to your mother.
The carriage.
It was a one way ride, you weren't coming back.
"Alright then, Y/n. Let us leave." Your mother suggested and you nodded, your voice being too fragile to speak.
As you came out of your room, you could see tens of guards making sure the whole ordeal goes smoothly. This could also be a reason why Taehyung couldn't contact you.
You carefully looked around examining every path for escape but the guards where somehow everywhere.
Reaching the one person palanquin, you climbed into it. Four of the King's finest and strongest men lifted the carriage, the movement was comfortable to say the least but the situation was anything but.
All you thought about was Taehyung and how you hadn't met him in a week. You knew Taehyung. It wouldn't take a day or two for him to contact you somehow. But he didn't. That made you more than worried for his wellbeing. Did Yoongi tell the King? It was highly unlikely but possible.
As your procession walked towards the palace, Yoongi walked beside your ride keeping an eye on everything and everyone.
"Yoongi..." You called to him, curtains to the side.
It didn't take a second for him to attend to you, "What is it, kitten?"
You gestured him to come closer and he leaned towards your carriage. "Any word from Taehyung?" You whispered.
"He is fine, I promise. You'll meet him soon." He whispered back.
You were relieved but you still asked, "Soon? What do you mean?"
"You'll see." He smiled and closed the curtain leaving you in concern and partial darkness.
It wasn't long before you felt your carriage being placed on the ground. That was your cue to gracefully exit the carriage and you did.
As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted with familiar palace walls. You did love the palace but not the people who inhabited it.
You often remembered the kind and beautiful queen. King Jeon never let you interact with her much but whenever you did, she was pleasant.
The King never treated her warmly as far as you remembered. You could trust him on doing the same to you.
Whispers of admiration towards you and the King could be heard from the crowd of guests and family members.
The whispers were too loud for you, the attire too stuffy, the palace too humid, and suddenly you were panicking.
Your breath ran short as you walked towards where the King sat. You didn't even dare to look up at him or at the people surrounding you.
It was a sudden sense of suffocation that washed over you. You knew it was unreasonable. You were living someone's dream life, marrying the King of the country and enjoying the luxuries of his palace, every woman in the kingdom was jealous of you.
But you could not even pretend to be happy. Not when the groom was not Taehyung. Not when you were currently walking towards your eternal damnation.
You tried to look as calm as possible and you were sure no one knew what went through your mind.
You didn't want to look at your future husband's face, you were sure you'd slap him.
You didn't look at him when he offered you his hand to help you sit down near him. But you took it, a gesture that widened his smirk.
You bowed before sitting down next to him. The hanbok was too thick and the make-up, too compact. So it was a relief for you to be sitting down.
Your father was the one who poured in the rich rice wine into small cups. It was a ritual to be married in such a way.
All you had to do was drink with King Jeon and exchange a few acknowledgements and gifts. That was all you needed to get married to him.
You loved weddings when you were a child. The lavishly decorated and deliciously catered occasion for the uniting of two individuals.
Ofcourse you didn't realise it then, that the two people didn't even see each other before, it was all diplomatic, materialistic and arranged by their families.
You picked up the cup, albeit gently, unlike the eager man beside you who took the cup and downed the wine in a single breath.
All eyes were on the bride. You were supposed to follow suit.
But before you could bring it closer to your mouth, a collective gasp and a few screams were heard, making everyone look in that direction. The people there had dispersed, one of the soldiers dropped dead on the ground.
The man standing above him and the person responsible for this was none other than your lover, looking determined. You knew the look in his eyes, he'd rather die than abandon the goal at hand.
"What is the meaning of this?" The man beside you yelled.
The men and women scattered, every single one was scared for their lives. It didn't take long for the people to exit the palace.
The competent guards of the palace didn't take long to surround Taehyung. But he had brought back-up of his own. His mates looked like old farmers from his neighbourhood who held swords with the confidence of seasoned warriors.
"T-Taehyung." Your voice was faint but he could hear it through all the commotion. Taehyung looked at you and flashed a quick smile before dodging an attack from a palace guard.
His uncomplicated grin spoke more than words, and it was reassuring.
He was here to rescue you.
Amongst all the chaos, you felt a pointed object against your spine, making you freeze up.
But a familiar voice spoke, smirk evident in his comment, "We're kidnapping you, kitten."
The King, who sat beside you was extremely vexed, "Yoongi, kill that man!"
Yoongi replied snarkily, "If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat. But old man, I don't think I want to,"
The aged man was startled. His most trusted and reliable soldier betraying him like this? Looking at the sword pointed at your back, he realised Yoongi was involved with Taehyung.
The King could burst a vein with how angry he was now, "Guards, capture Yoongi!" He proceeded to look at your lover, "And as for Taehyung..."
How did he know his name? You thought. But that was the least of your worries right now. Taehyung and Yoongi were fighting for you. So you did the best you could, you got up and tried to run.
But King Jeon was a king for a reason, and with his agile movements, he got a hold of you by your hair. You let out a whimper at the pain.
Yoongi, who had already defeated all the guards around him, charged forward with his sword to stab through the King's body.
But he was stopped and rivalled by a soldier, possibly of higher order, who wore a helmet. Only his eyes were exposed.
Yoongi only gave a smug look to the man, "Ah, look who finally decided to show up. I'm not the one you need to protect her from..."
As you watched the confrontation unfold, you noticed the way they knew each other, a flicker of familiarity in Yoongi's eyes.
The King handed you to a couple of guards. Struggling against the firm grip of the guards holding you back, your eyes desperately seeked out your lover in the chaotic scene. Their hold tightened as you fight to break free.
Taehyung was still going strong against the never-ending number of guards, despite his comrades being either dead or injured.
"Tsk, tsk, be gentle with your future queen." The King said to the guards manhandling you.
A groan from Yoongi's direction was followed by a thud.
You looked at him, he was held sword-point by the unknown, high ranking soldier, unable to move as the blade pressed against him.
You were in disbelief, you knew Yoongi to be one of the strongest man in the kingdom. The fact that someone like him couldn't last mere minutes in front of that soldier was petrifying.
"Kill that traitor." King Jeon ordered, but the soldier hesitated. It was possibly due to him being familiar with Yoongi.
"No! Please, don't do it!" You begged, trying to loosen the grip of the guards.
The soldier was seemingly torn between what he was supposed to do and what he wanted to do. His exposed eyes held softness while he looked at you.
"You're useless!" The old man yelled and yanked the sword out of the soldier's hands.
The scene that unfolded in front of you made you lose all the fight inside of you. The King laughed maniacally as Yoongi slowly began to lose blood. The guards looked startled, a man like that dying at the hands of the King himself.
The sword had pierced right through his chest, leaving no chance of survival.
The sight of blood never made you nauseous but this time was an exception. You felt dizzy looking at Yoongi and his large wound. Yet, you couldn't see him clearly because of your tear filled eyes.
You cried but Yoongi simply chuckled, "You..." He pointed at the man who pushed the sword into him, his drowsy eyes boring straight into his. You could tell he was in a lot of agony but he didn't show any.
"I have something you don't, you bastard..."
The King scoffed, "And what might that be?"
Yoongi looked at you, who was crying and even though you didn't want to fight anymore, you struggled to get out from the guards' grip.
"Someone to cry for me when I die..."
"I have tens of thousands of people to cry for me, you imbecile."
Yoongi laughed, still looking at you, "Just kill me, already."
And with that, the old man pulled the sword back and plunged it again but this time, hitting Yoongi's heart.
You could see the light disappear from his eyes. His blood that flowed drenched your already red hanbok. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, assaulting your senses and making it hard to breathe. You watched helplessly as the person that gave you comfort all these days when Taehyung couldn't, someone you could call your friend, bled to his demise.
But now, the King was done with Yoongi, he laid his eyes on the mastermind— Taehyung.
"My dearest queen, let's make this easier for both of us, shall we?" His malicious voice echoed through the battlefield that was once a wedding.
King Jeon walked away from Yoongi's lifeless body and cued the soldier to fight the resilient yet tired Taehyung. You had no time for mourn for your friend when you realised where the two of them were headed.
"N-No! Taehyung!!" You screamed, falling down on your knees. The situation would have been so much easier if you knew how to fight, or were stronger.
Your call caught Taehyung's attention. He realised what the old man had done and was planning to do next.
Taehyung wiped the blood on his cheek and cleaned his palm for a better grip on the sword.
The soldier cracked his neck before attacking Taehyung. The clanking of their swords kept you at the edge. You knew Taehyung couldn't win against him but there was still some hope.
Until there wasn't.
Regret is a funny thing.
You trust yourself while doing the actions, you trust the others around you. Barely thinking about the results, the consequences. But time takes it all away and you're left with this disgusting feeling called hate and annoyance of your past self clawing it's way until it finally breaks you.
You always thought of life as a matter of the present. To forget the past and live carefree of the future. No regrets.
Oh, but you were only human.
A human full of regrets.
Would it be better if you had ran away with him?
Should you have had exposed the Emperor the minute you knew what he wanted?
Would you not be stuck here if you knew your father better?
....should you not have asked for some better vegetables that day?
It was all your fault your lover was here, bleeding out his insides. You saw as the King pushed the sword deeper into the gaping male in front of you.
The sharp tip of the legendary white tiger sword was now covered in blood, some dripping off the edge of it. You would ask how his lowly self dared to wield it but you needed to get your thoughts straight first. You opened your mouth to speak but all that was let out was a whimper.
Taehyung coughed up blood and looked at you with sad eyes. This could have gone better. His eyes spoke a clear message. He regretted it all. Just like you did.
But one thing he didn't regret was loving you. Heck, he couldn't help it no matter how much he tried.
"This is what you get for committing treason against me." The king spoke from behind Taehyung. His voice coming out with a series of pants. He didn't seem to regret a thing.
"T-Tae..." Your voice came out more silent than intended. "Taehyung?" Was the only word you could form.
Blood spilt from his mouth as he tried to smile for a reply. He wanted to run to you. Embrace you while petting your hair, tell you he'll be fine.
He saw as you cried for him, your brain barely registering the existence of tears and focusing more on the sight in front of you.
"What was that? Still speaking of this wreched man's name?" The king scoffed and abruptly pulled his sword out of the bleeding man. You let out a scream of his name and got away from the guard, running towards Taehyung who fell to his knees.
The king smirked evilly above him, "I told you, I'll make you regret it, Y/N."
The soldier's eyes widened. How could the King interrupt his fight like this? How could he stab a man that had his back to him? But more importantly, the soldier saw as you hugged and cried for Taehyung.
"T-Tae, please, hang on..." You cupped his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, a gesture that was so familiar to you, but his blood that now stained your palms was anything but.
The struggle to kidnap you had now ended with Yoongi losing his life and Taehyung lying bloodied on the ground.
"I love you, I love you..." He muttered, wiping your tear but in the process, leaving a blood streak across your cheek.
"You can't l-leave me like this..." You cried.
"Ah, how fun. I didn't know the two of you were lovebirds." The King let out.
You looked at him, expecting something but you knew all you were going to get was disappointment, so you spat, "Fuck off, you are a coward."
"Pretty mouth..." He said before cueing his guards to hold you.
You tried your best to stay with Taehyung, but 3 grown men against you wasn't a fair deal. But they didn't take you far, infact they held you tightly right in front of Taehyung.
Your eyes were on Taehyung's until the old man blocked your line of sight.
"Now, open up. Drink the wine, we are not married yet, remember?" He said.
"Never, I don't wish to marry you. You deserve hell."
He clicked his tongue, "I don't like use my strength on women, but a fiesty one like you..." He forcefully grabbed your cheeks with one hand and poured the wine down your throat with the other.
And that sealed your fate. You were married to the King and were the Queen of the Jeon Empire.
You tried your best to spit it out but the man held your mouth shut.
King Jeon ordered the guards to take you away.
The last thing you saw before leaving the place was a Taehyung whose chest didn't show any signs of breathing.
He died as well.
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The guards had locked you in a lavish room. No window was left open, the only ventilation being the very small vents.
You could only assume it was the Queen's chambers or worse, the King's. You looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly help you escape.
But then it hit you, where were you going to escape to? With whom were you going to escape with?
You knew what happened with bodies of traitors or revolters; they were fed to dogs and wolves.
The realisation that you could never hold Taehyung crept up on you.
Maybe you were dreaming, maybe you were sleeping on Taehyung's lap, near the lake and he was caressing your hair.
But it wasn't a dream, you knew it wasn't. You were now married to the 'benevolent' Emperor. And your only light in a tunnel filled with darkness was no more.
You banged at the door, a kind maid could perhaps open it for you, but you knew it was impossible, the King had everyone under his spell, and those who weren't, well...
You bawled, tugged at your hair, as an effort to let out all the pain. Taehyung was dead, and now you had no reason to be alive. You didn't know what to do, now that the only one that made you feel was gone.
But you wished you had never met him, he would have been well off, with someone else, living his best life.
You were the black cat, bringing bad luck to whoever crossed paths with you. Your father's cover was blown because the King wanted you and investigated deeply about him.
Yoongi died because he made friends with you and felt sympathy for you.
And Taehyung died because he loved you. Because you were simply selfish and wanted to love him as well. You should have let him go the moment you knew your father was suspicious.
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"Your majesty, the Queen is burning up!" You couldn't see as your vision was blurry but you could faintly figure out what was going on.
A maid who was sent to check up on you found you lying near the door of your chambers. You had fever, and it was anything but mild.
Slipping in and out of wakefulness, you could make out a rather familiar pair of eyes and a few curses. You realised it was the soldier from earlier but you were too out of it to figure out what he actually looked like.
You could feel him pick you up and take you somewhere in a rush, probably the doctor.
You could also hear his drowned out voice when he placed you down.
"Please, do everything you can. I beg you."
You had surely passed out after that because the next thing you knew, you were still weak but felt much better.
You slowly opened your eyes, realising you were in your new chambers. Your red hanbok which was covered in blood, was long discarded.
"Oh, my Queen. You're awake!" A rejoiced voice said.
Squinting, your eyes found themselves on a a well built man. Your body was extremely feeble, you couldn't even get up.
He smiled, "You were asleep for 3 days. I'll tell the maids to provide you with some liquids."
"W-Who are you?" You asked.
"I'm Kim Namjoon, the palace doctor."
You had heard about him from your father. He was the second best doctor in Hanseong, after your father ofcourse. Kim Namjoon was younger than you when he was scouted as a doctor, making him one of the youngest.
"You had a lot of dreams- nightmares, if you will. Was it about your attempted kidnapping on your wedding day?"
Your eyes filled up, you didn't want yourself to remember those events. The images of Yoongi and Taehyung made a noticeable taste of bile crawl up your throat.
"I'm sorry, your majesty. I'll leave you alone. Please call me if you need anything." He bowed and left your chamber.
You put all your strength to sit up on the bed. You closed your eyes and swallowed the hard truth.
Was this it? Was this really it?
You felt your throat was dry due to days of being without water. You felt your eyes scan over something, or was it someone?
You looked again just to find a pair of big doe eyes staring at you from the slightly ajar door.
You blinked a few times and the pair of eyes mirrored you.
"Hey, I can see you." They were those of a small child judging from the height. "You can come inside." The child hesitated but decided to push the door fully open and enter.
Your breath hitched, why did he look so familiar. You could immediately place it, he looked similar to the kid from your recurring dream. But for some reason he didn't look older than 7 years or so.
"Come here, dear." You said. He carefully walked towards your bed and bowed. He didn't look like a maid's child, infact he looked like he was royalty.
"I'm Y/n, what's your name?" You smiled, extending your hand to him.
He placed his smaller one into yours, "I'm Jeon Jungkook."
Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Future!Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight!Min Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut
Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes
Warning/s (Do not read if you want some suspense): Major characters' death, forceful marriage, blood and lots of it, cliffhanger again sorry, MC is not a pedo don't worry!!!!
Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.
Chapter Summary: You're the black cat, crossing everyone's paths.
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In the dance of power, innocence is often the first casualty – and in this case, it's your innocence.
You never suspected your father capable of such treachery against his beloved companion. Your tears were the face of shattered hopes of a future and the deep melancholy of a daughter left behind by her own blood.
You tried to make sense of it all. And the more you thought of it, the less it did.
You were on your bed, crying and panicking. The way your hands couldn't stay still and the way your breath wasn't any better made Yoongi more worried than he liked to admit.
"You know..." He spoke impulsively, "I wish I could help. I wish I could kill that bastard."
You sobbed into your pillow, as Yoongi sat on the floor beside your bed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You had politely asked him to leave before your breakdown but he stayed put.
You wondered why, and so did Yoongi.
"Kitten..." He sighed, "Y/n, talk to me."
"Mr. Min, I-"
"Yoongi. Call me Yoongi." He cut you off.
"I don't want you t-to see me like this. Please l-leave me be."
Yoongi wished he would have thought before what he did next before he did it, but he couldn't.
He wished he could just have left and let you sob to your content, but he couldn't.
He got up from the floor and sat on the bed. The slight dip felt was enough to startle you and you sat upright.
Yoongi couldn't help but feel sorry for you. Your cheeks were stained, eyes red from the constant outpour of tears, and your nose irritated from all of this.
"I-I'm sorry." You bowed slightly.
Yoongi was never big on emotions or comforting others, he never believed in it. Always declaring emotions as a waste of time.
"Why are you sorry?" He asked.
"I-I shouldn't be crying but I feel s-so overwhelmed." You sobbed out.
"You're making me worried, and I never get worried."
You looked away for a moment before looking back to him, "I'm sorry, Yoongi. But I wish to be alone right now."
He let out a sour chuckle, "I don't think that's a good idea. My mind doesn't want you to be alone right now. I-" He really wasn't consenting to his words right now. They were involuntary.
He took a deep breath before saying, "Do you... wish for some comfort?"
You looked at him, confused etched on your tear-streaked face, "What do you mean?"
It was an impulse for him, he didn't think twice, heck, he didn't think at all when he hugged you.
You let out a gasp. You had never been close to anyone except Taehyung. You didn't hug him back. You knew what Taehyung told you about men.
But the way his hug felt so comfortable and affectionate had you tearing up even more.
He felt warm and cozy, which was honestly something you needed on a night when your own father pushed you into the blizzard to save himself.
"I know it's not alright and this is the least I can do to help you." His embrace grew tighter.
You felt like you could trust him, so you did.
You closed your eyes and let it all out.
How your father treated you, how the benevolent King Jeon was actually the vilest of them all, how you wished Taehyung could just run away with you to another country.
Yoongi listened to it all. He stayed there even when you asked him to leave. He held you when you didn't even know you needed it.
How he wished he could stop your breath from shaking and your body from trembling. It sure was cold but your body was colder.
He stayed there till you fell asleep, tired from all the stimuli and trying to escape reality. Even when you did fall asleep, he stayed there, thinking.
He stayed there thinking till he finally found a solution.
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"Do you have no shame?" Your mother chastised.
You tried to explain, "I couldn't help it. I-"
"Your face is puffy and your eyes are bloodshot. Did you not think twice before crying? King Jeon won't like you like this."
You looked down at your hands in your lap, wondering where Taehyung would be at the moment.
It was already the day of the big wedding, and your maids were getting you ready for it.
They carefully applied a thick layer of makeup which was miles lighter than your actual skin and tied your hair into a bun adorned with beautiful clips.
You had to acknowledge how stunning you looked.
The red hanbok was sent by your soon-to-be husband. You had to give it to him; he chose it wisely. The hanbok was accompanied by a note that said, 'Do not try to resist or I will make you regret it.' You didn't have to read the name signed below to know it was the King who wrote it.
A maid knocked on the door before opening it, "The carriage has arrived, mistress." she said to your mother.
The carriage.
It was a one way ride, you weren't coming back.
"Alright then, Y/n. Let us leave." Your mother suggested and you nodded, your voice being too fragile to speak.
As you came out of your room, you could see tens of guards making sure the whole ordeal goes smoothly. This could also be a reason why Taehyung couldn't contact you.
You carefully looked around examining every path for escape but the guards where somehow everywhere.
Reaching the one person palanquin, you climbed into it. Four of the King's finest and strongest men lifted the carriage, the movement was comfortable to say the least but the situation was anything but.
All you thought about was Taehyung and how you hadn't met him in a week. You knew Taehyung. It wouldn't take a day or two for him to contact you somehow. But he didn't. That made you more than worried for his wellbeing. Did Yoongi tell the King? It was highly unlikely but possible.
As your procession walked towards the palace, Yoongi walked beside your ride keeping an eye on everything and everyone.
"Yoongi..." You called to him, curtains to the side.
It didn't take a second for him to attend to you, "What is it, kitten?"
You gestured him to come closer and he leaned towards your carriage. "Any word from Taehyung?" You whispered.
"He is fine, I promise. You'll meet him soon." He whispered back.
You were relieved but you still asked, "Soon? What do you mean?"
"You'll see." He smiled and closed the curtain leaving you in concern and partial darkness.
It wasn't long before you felt your carriage being placed on the ground. That was your cue to gracefully exit the carriage and you did.
As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted with familiar palace walls. You did love the palace but not the people who inhabited it.
You often remembered the kind and beautiful queen. King Jeon never let you interact with her much but whenever you did, she was pleasant.
The King never treated her warmly as far as you remembered. You could trust him on doing the same to you.
Whispers of admiration towards you and the King could be heard from the crowd of guests and family members.
The whispers were too loud for you, the attire too stuffy, the palace too humid, and suddenly you were panicking.
Your breath ran short as you walked towards where the King sat. You didn't even dare to look up at him or at the people surrounding you.
It was a sudden sense of suffocation that washed over you. You knew it was unreasonable. You were living someone's dream life, marrying the King of the country and enjoying the luxuries of his palace, every woman in the kingdom was jealous of you.
But you could not even pretend to be happy. Not when the groom was not Taehyung. Not when you were currently walking towards your eternal damnation.
You tried to look as calm as possible and you were sure no one knew what went through your mind.
You didn't want to look at your future husband's face, you were sure you'd slap him.
You didn't look at him when he offered you his hand to help you sit down near him. But you took it, a gesture that widened his smirk.
You bowed before sitting down next to him. The hanbok was too thick and the make-up, too compact. So it was a relief for you to be sitting down.
Your father was the one who poured in the rich rice wine into small cups. It was a ritual to be married in such a way.
All you had to do was drink with King Jeon and exchange a few acknowledgements and gifts. That was all you needed to get married to him.
You loved weddings when you were a child. The lavishly decorated and deliciously catered occasion for the uniting of two individuals.
Ofcourse you didn't realise it then, that the two people didn't even see each other before, it was all diplomatic, materialistic and arranged by their families.
You picked up the cup, albeit gently, unlike the eager man beside you who took the cup and downed the wine in a single breath.
All eyes were on the bride. You were supposed to follow suit.
But before you could bring it closer to your mouth, a collective gasp and a few screams were heard, making everyone look in that direction. The people there had dispersed, one of the soldiers dropped dead on the ground.
The man standing above him and the person responsible for this was none other than your lover, looking determined. You knew the look in his eyes, he'd rather die than abandon the goal at hand.
"What is the meaning of this?" The man beside you yelled.
The men and women scattered, every single one was scared for their lives. It didn't take long for the people to exit the palace.
The competent guards of the palace didn't take long to surround Taehyung. But he had brought back-up of his own. His mates looked like old farmers from his neighbourhood who held swords with the confidence of seasoned warriors.
"T-Taehyung." Your voice was faint but he could hear it through all the commotion. Taehyung looked at you and flashed a quick smile before dodging an attack from a palace guard.
His uncomplicated grin spoke more than words, and it was reassuring.
He was here to rescue you.
Amongst all the chaos, you felt a pointed object against your spine, making you freeze up.
But a familiar voice spoke, smirk evident in his comment, "We're kidnapping you, kitten."
The King, who sat beside you was extremely vexed, "Yoongi, kill that man!"
Yoongi replied snarkily, "If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat. But old man, I don't think I want to,"
The aged man was startled. His most trusted and reliable soldier betraying him like this? Looking at the sword pointed at your back, he realised Yoongi was involved with Taehyung.
The King could burst a vein with how angry he was now, "Guards, capture Yoongi!" He proceeded to look at your lover, "And as for Taehyung..."
How did he know his name? You thought. But that was the least of your worries right now. Taehyung and Yoongi were fighting for you. So you did the best you could, you got up and tried to run.
But King Jeon was a king for a reason, and with his agile movements, he got a hold of you by your hair. You let out a whimper at the pain.
Yoongi, who had already defeated all the guards around him, charged forward with his sword to stab through the King's body.
But he was stopped and rivalled by a soldier, possibly of higher order, who wore a helmet. Only his eyes were exposed.
Yoongi only gave a smug look to the man, "Ah, look who finally decided to show up. I'm not the one you need to protect her from..."
As you watched the confrontation unfold, you noticed the way they knew each other, a flicker of familiarity in Yoongi's eyes.
The King handed you to a couple of guards. Struggling against the firm grip of the guards holding you back, your eyes desperately seeked out your lover in the chaotic scene. Their hold tightened as you fight to break free.
Taehyung was still going strong against the never-ending number of guards, despite his comrades being either dead or injured.
"Tsk, tsk, be gentle with your future queen." The King said to the guards manhandling you.
A groan from Yoongi's direction was followed by a thud.
You looked at him, he was held sword-point by the unknown, high ranking soldier, unable to move as the blade pressed against him.
You were in disbelief, you knew Yoongi to be one of the strongest man in the kingdom. The fact that someone like him couldn't last mere minutes in front of that soldier was petrifying.
"Kill that traitor." King Jeon ordered, but the soldier hesitated. It was possibly due to him being familiar with Yoongi.
"No! Please, don't do it!" You begged, trying to loosen the grip of the guards.
The soldier was seemingly torn between what he was supposed to do and what he wanted to do. His exposed eyes held softness while he looked at you.
"You're useless!" The old man yelled and yanked the sword out of the soldier's hands.
The scene that unfolded in front of you made you lose all the fight inside of you. The King laughed maniacally as Yoongi slowly began to lose blood. The guards looked startled, a man like that dying at the hands of the King himself.
The sword had pierced right through his chest, leaving no chance of survival.
The sight of blood never made you nauseous but this time was an exception. You felt dizzy looking at Yoongi and his large wound. Yet, you couldn't see him clearly because of your tear filled eyes.
You cried but Yoongi simply chuckled, "You..." He pointed at the man who pushed the sword into him, his drowsy eyes boring straight into his. You could tell he was in a lot of agony but he didn't show any.
"I have something you don't, you bastard..."
The King scoffed, "And what might that be?"
Yoongi looked at you, who was crying and even though you didn't want to fight anymore, you struggled to get out from the guards' grip.
"Someone to cry for me when I die..."
"I have tens of thousands of people to cry for me, you imbecile."
Yoongi laughed, still looking at you, "Just kill me, already."
And with that, the old man pulled the sword back and plunged it again but this time, hitting Yoongi's heart.
You could see the light disappear from his eyes. His blood that flowed drenched your already red hanbok. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, assaulting your senses and making it hard to breathe. You watched helplessly as the person that gave you comfort all these days when Taehyung couldn't, someone you could call your friend, bled to his demise.
But now, the King was done with Yoongi, he laid his eyes on the mastermind— Taehyung.
"My dearest queen, let's make this easier for both of us, shall we?" His malicious voice echoed through the battlefield that was once a wedding.
King Jeon walked away from Yoongi's lifeless body and cued the soldier to fight the resilient yet tired Taehyung. You had no time for mourn for your friend when you realised where the two of them were headed.
"N-No! Taehyung!!" You screamed, falling down on your knees. The situation would have been so much easier if you knew how to fight, or were stronger.
Your call caught Taehyung's attention. He realised what the old man had done and was planning to do next.
Taehyung wiped the blood on his cheek and cleaned his palm for a better grip on the sword.
The soldier cracked his neck before attacking Taehyung. The clanking of their swords kept you at the edge. You knew Taehyung couldn't win against him but there was still some hope.
Until there wasn't.
Regret is a funny thing.
You trust yourself while doing the actions, you trust the others around you. Barely thinking about the results, the consequences. But time takes it all away and you're left with this disgusting feeling called hate and annoyance of your past self clawing it's way until it finally breaks you.
You always thought of life as a matter of the present. To forget the past and live carefree of the future. No regrets.
Oh, but you were only human.
A human full of regrets.
Would it be better if you had ran away with him?
Should you have had exposed the Emperor the minute you knew what he wanted?
Would you not be stuck here if you knew your father better?
....should you not have asked for some better vegetables that day?
It was all your fault your lover was here, bleeding out his insides. You saw as the King pushed the sword deeper into the gaping male in front of you.
The sharp tip of the legendary white tiger sword was now covered in blood, some dripping off the edge of it. You would ask how his lowly self dared to wield it but you needed to get your thoughts straight first. You opened your mouth to speak but all that was let out was a whimper.
Taehyung coughed up blood and looked at you with sad eyes. This could have gone better. His eyes spoke a clear message. He regretted it all. Just like you did.
But one thing he didn't regret was loving you. Heck, he couldn't help it no matter how much he tried.
"This is what you get for committing treason against me." The king spoke from behind Taehyung. His voice coming out with a series of pants. He didn't seem to regret a thing.
"T-Tae..." Your voice came out more silent than intended. "Taehyung?" Was the only word you could form.
Blood spilt from his mouth as he tried to smile for a reply. He wanted to run to you. Embrace you while petting your hair, tell you he'll be fine.
He saw as you cried for him, your brain barely registering the existence of tears and focusing more on the sight in front of you.
"What was that? Still speaking of this wreched man's name?" The king scoffed and abruptly pulled his sword out of the bleeding man. You let out a scream of his name and got away from the guard, running towards Taehyung who fell to his knees.
The king smirked evilly above him, "I told you, I'll make you regret it, Y/N."
The soldier's eyes widened. How could the King interrupt his fight like this? How could he stab a man that had his back to him? But more importantly, the soldier saw as you hugged and cried for Taehyung.
"T-Tae, please, hang on..." You cupped his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, a gesture that was so familiar to you, but his blood that now stained your palms was anything but.
The struggle to kidnap you had now ended with Yoongi losing his life and Taehyung lying bloodied on the ground.
"I love you, I love you..." He muttered, wiping your tear but in the process, leaving a blood streak across your cheek.
"You can't l-leave me like this..." You cried.
"Ah, how fun. I didn't know the two of you were lovebirds." The King let out.
You looked at him, expecting something but you knew all you were going to get was disappointment, so you spat, "Fuck off, you are a coward."
"Pretty mouth..." He said before cueing his guards to hold you.
You tried your best to stay with Taehyung, but 3 grown men against you wasn't a fair deal. But they didn't take you far, infact they held you tightly right in front of Taehyung.
Your eyes were on Taehyung's until the old man blocked your line of sight.
"Now, open up. Drink the wine, we are not married yet, remember?" He said.
"Never, I don't wish to marry you. You deserve hell."
He clicked his tongue, "I don't like use my strength on women, but a fiesty one like you..." He forcefully grabbed your cheeks with one hand and poured the wine down your throat with the other.
And that sealed your fate. You were married to the King and were the Queen of the Jeon Empire.
You tried your best to spit it out but the man held your mouth shut.
King Jeon ordered the guards to take you away.
The last thing you saw before leaving the place was a Taehyung whose chest didn't show any signs of breathing.
He died as well.
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The guards had locked you in a lavish room. No window was left open, the only ventilation being the very small vents.
You could only assume it was the Queen's chambers or worse, the King's. You looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly help you escape.
But then it hit you, where were you going to escape to? With whom were you going to escape with?
You knew what happened with bodies of traitors or revolters; they were fed to dogs and wolves.
The realisation that you could never hold Taehyung crept up on you.
Maybe you were dreaming, maybe you were sleeping on Taehyung's lap, near the lake and he was caressing your hair.
But it wasn't a dream, you knew it wasn't. You were now married to the 'benevolent' Emperor. And your only light in a tunnel filled with darkness was no more.
You banged at the door, a kind maid could perhaps open it for you, but you knew it was impossible, the King had everyone under his spell, and those who weren't, well...
You bawled, tugged at your hair, as an effort to let out all the pain. Taehyung was dead, and now you had no reason to be alive. You didn't know what to do, now that the only one that made you feel was gone.
But you wished you had never met him, he would have been well off, with someone else, living his best life.
You were the black cat, bringing bad luck to whoever crossed paths with you. Your father's cover was blown because the King wanted you and investigated deeply about him.
Yoongi died because he made friends with you and felt sympathy for you.
And Taehyung died because he loved you. Because you were simply selfish and wanted to love him as well. You should have let him go the moment you knew your father was suspicious.
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"Your majesty, the Queen is burning up!" You couldn't see as your vision was blurry but you could faintly figure out what was going on.
A maid who was sent to check up on you found you lying near the door of your chambers. You had fever, and it was anything but mild.
Slipping in and out of wakefulness, you could make out a rather familiar pair of eyes and a few curses. You realised it was the soldier from earlier but you were too out of it to figure out what he actually looked like.
You could feel him pick you up and take you somewhere in a rush, probably the doctor.
You could also hear his drowned out voice when he placed you down.
"Please, do everything you can. I beg you."
You had surely passed out after that because the next thing you knew, you were still weak but felt much better.
You slowly opened your eyes, realising you were in your new chambers. Your red hanbok which was covered in blood, was long discarded.
"Oh, my Queen. You're awake!" A rejoiced voice said.
Squinting, your eyes found themselves on a a well built man. Your body was extremely feeble, you couldn't even get up.
He smiled, "You were asleep for 3 days. I'll tell the maids to provide you with some liquids."
"W-Who are you?" You asked.
"I'm Kim Namjoon, the palace doctor."
You had heard about him from your father. He was the second best doctor in Hanseong, after your father ofcourse. Kim Namjoon was younger than you when he was scouted as a doctor, making him one of the youngest.
"You had a lot of dreams- nightmares, if you will. Was it about your attempted kidnapping on your wedding day?"
Your eyes filled up, you didn't want yourself to remember those events. The images of Yoongi and Taehyung made a noticeable taste of bile crawl up your throat.
"I'm sorry, your majesty. I'll leave you alone. Please call me if you need anything." He bowed and left your chamber.
You put all your strength to sit up on the bed. You closed your eyes and swallowed the hard truth.
Was this it? Was this really it?
You felt your throat was dry due to days of being without water. You felt your eyes scan over something, or was it someone?
You looked again just to find a pair of big doe eyes staring at you from the slightly ajar door.
You blinked a few times and the pair of eyes mirrored you.
"Hey, I can see you." They were those of a small child judging from the height. "You can come inside." The child hesitated but decided to push the door fully open and enter.
Your breath hitched, why did he look so familiar. You could immediately place it, he looked similar to the kid from your recurring dream. But for some reason he didn't look older than 7 years or so.
"Come here, dear." You said. He carefully walked towards your bed and bowed. He didn't look like a maid's child, infact he looked like he was royalty.
"I'm Y/n, what's your name?" You smiled, extending your hand to him.
He placed his smaller one into yours, "I'm Jeon Jungkook."
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