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The Great War | ch.28

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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wc: 4.5k

Warnings for this Chap: smutttt (not really explicit but a smut is a smut) etc. blood as usual, Jungkook being a loser

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The doors closed with a thud, you stared at him as he put you down on his bed. You smiled, as If drunk in passion. “What? Won't you kiss me?” He glanced at you as he removed the robe around you. “Oh, so you directly want to have sex.” He heaves out a tired sigh, “Have you gone crazy?” He was sitting on his knees as he stared at your red, puffy eyes, you chuckled, ironically.

“Do you not—“

“I want you!”

He almost said it too urgently. As if you’d change your mind. “But not like this. Not this—“ “this dangerous? this…ugly? Vulnerable?” You slightly shuddered, he stood silent. “This is me, Jungkook. This is who I am.” You whisper, he avoids your gaze and removes your gown. Wiping you down with a clean cloth, your heart clenched.

Tears filling your eyes, is he going to lash out his anger? Will he break it before he even owns it? You bite your lips, crippling anxiety. You hate this. You hate all this so much. Being this naked, this damn vulnerable under a man who has all the power to crumble you into pieces. Your chest rose up and down, a thin creak and you’re all spilled.

You and all your demons, the chains that hold you together melting into sands. He wipes your cheeks, you refuse to even look at him. He took your chin and made you look up at him, “I want all this, this vulnerability, this nakedness. What I don’t want is your will to take everything upon yourself and put your life in danger.” You gulped, fists clenched.

“Your life doesn’t only belong to you to be put in a life-threatening situation every day. It also belongs to me. You belong to me.” Your fist slightly loosened, and your lips parted. You’re a bit too amazed to say something and by the time you were in your senses, he was already kissing your mouth sloppily. You held his face and shuddered between the kiss, hot tears flowing down, sprinkling his cheeks as he pulled away and stared at your barfly, red face.

He caressed those stained cheeks, looking into your eyes, so enlarged and soft. All that evilness, the darkness, the bad things, gone. Soft as a feather. Decorated with tears on the corner. Long wet lashes. “I don’t want you only for your good parts, I want all of it y/n. Every loss, every scar, every tear you’ve shed. I want it all.” He whispers, your fingers slightly curled on his chest as you pull him into an embrace.

He snuggles you deep, hands tangled in your hair, shoulders so wide you practically hide within him. You don’t say anything, just hear his heartbeat that came from his naked chest. He rubs your back ever so often. “I’m glad you’re here.” You whisper, trying to say the lightest words to express the gratefulness of his existence. He smiles, “I’m glad you’re here too.”

When your eyes opened, nuzzled up, tangled. Sunlight peeking through the windows ahead of the bed. You blinked, still tired, the tired that costed you your life. You gulped with your parched throat and took back your hand from his neck, nails slightly grazing on his chest. You part your legs from his deep asleep form, still in his silk shirt.

A different cloth tightly wrapped around your thigh. You get up, bare feet on the warm carpet, and your sleeve tugs you behind. You look toward him, “where are you going?” Jungkook asks, groggily, squinting through his gaze. “To my bedroom.” You whispered as he shook his head, pulling you back. “No.”

Your brows furrowed, “huh?” You hissed when your thigh hit the edge of the soft mattress as he alertly sat up. “Wh-what happened?” He shook his head, trying to see through his dreamy gaze. You let out a sound of discomfort from your throat, he scoots closer to you, holding your thigh in his palm. “What is it?”

You stumbled back on the bed, “it’s aching like shit.” You muttered as he took your thigh on his lap. “The wound?” You hum, he inspects it. “You should lay down. I’ll call the doctor to see what’s wrong.” His fingers subconsciously caressed the soft skin of your thigh, sending signals down your spine as you cleared your throat, avoiding his gaze.

He hums, pulling your body and making you lay on the bed like you were some sort of a child. So effortlessly, he covered your legs with the sheets. “I’ll tell the servants.” He presses a goodbye kiss on your forehead as you smile, the kind of smile he has never seen. Slightly silly, eyes squinting, almost comical, exciting, like a girl.

He smiles back, more in awe. “Okay?” He wanted to hear you speak with this smile, “Okay.” You nod your head as he chuckles softly and wears a shirt, walking out the doors of his chambers. You sigh, gulping, your heart beating as loud as it could get. You twist on his bed, the smile never leaving your lips as you took his pillow and clutched it close to your chest, nuzzling your nose in it. Wrapping yourself in his Fragrance.

“Avoid water touching this part of your wound.” She says and ties another cloth on your thigh. “Eat a lot of fruits, you’ve lost a lot of blood with these wounds. You might feel dizzy and hazy or might even faint, if you ever faint call me up instantly. You’d need to get blood injected if you do.” You nod your head, “Thank you.”

She smiles softly, “This is the paste and the cloth, change it every night before sleeping.” You nod your head, “I’ll do that.” She nods and takes her leave, and you sigh. You’re still in his room, jungkook’s in the bathroom taking a bath. You licked your lips, still in his shirt. You can't go to your room like this, you need to wear something underneath. But there’s no one Around, you softly grunt and lay down, still a bit drowsy.

Your eyes were paining, trying hard to stay open. You hear jungkook walking, soft hums, rustles of clothes, and Tyro snarling, he whistles, and you feel his gaze on you, and it lingers for a moment. You felt his hot, steaming bath body come closer, “are you sleeping?” he asks, palm on your forehead. You forcefully open your lashes, a soft hum of confirmation. His lips parted, “Why don’t you eat something first?”

His voice was gentler, softer than you’ve ever heard. You shook your head, “I’m tired.” The morning sunlight sinking you and his bed in, making it hard for you to sleep. You turn to his side, refraining from the sun to blind you. He sighs, “I’ll send someone for breakfast a bit later. Sleep till then.” You hum and nod, and you feel it again. The rush of blood, the hotness, the squirming of heart, the clench of fingers.

He bent down and kissed your warm forehead, your heart thumped so loud you could feel it drumming in your brain, pulsing. His kiss lingered for a moment, like a stream of water, a flower blooming, the soft fur of a goat. Savoury, comforting, sensual. He pulls his lips away, the wet patch of his kiss still there, like a golden tattoo, shimmery, magical. Soon he was away, the doors of his room closed behind him, the curtains blinding the sunlight, as you flutter open your eyes, breathing heavily.

This moment

Right now

The kiss

Was worth it all.

You woke up from your nap pretty late, nobody came with breakfast, you sigh. Getting off the bed, you could hear the faint snores of Tyro as you almost opened the door but it opened itself. Arabella blinked at you with wide eyes before she bowed. “Good afternoon, princess. The prince sent me to check on you, I came before but you were sleeping so I didn’t disturb you.”

You gave her a small smile, she looked tense. She nervously chuckled, “Should I—should i bring you breakfast?” Her cheeks flushed seeing you wearing a man’s shirt with nothing underneath. “Why don’t you first bring me a dress from my room? Hmm?” She looked up, lips apart. “Really?” If there’s anything Bella needed; it's to see all your clothes and swoon over the beauty. You nodded with a light shrug, “I can't go out like this, you can help me.”

Her lips spread wide, eyes sparkling. “Do you need anything else?!” You chuckled at her excitement.

You walked down the stairs, in a white gown. The castle seemed to be a little tense, and you sort of knew why. “What is happening?” You asked one of the servants. She bows, she was a cook, “someone found Lady Rina dead near the castle.” You walked near the hallways, giving you a full view of what was going on, servants weren’t allowed to stand and stare considering the lunchtime around. You stare at the bunch of soldiers around her body covered in a white cloth with patches of blood.

Jungkook stared at her open, ogling eyes. To say that he was disappointed was an understatement, the stab looking all too familiar. “Who do you think would’ve done that?” Jimin asks, inspecting the wound closely. Jungkook stood silent for a moment, jimin glanced up at him, and another new officer who helped Jungkook instead of taehyung stared at his seniors. “I think I know who did that.”

Both jimin and Jungkook looked at him, his gaze adverts from the prince to you in the heavenly white gown who stared curiously, leaning against a wall. Jungkook frowned, “what if she’s finally started her avenge? Knocking off pawns one by one?” Jungkook stood silent, not because he was trying to come up with a valid point to defend you, but because he considered what the latter had to say. “Shut it, will you?”

Jimin got up, and the officer sighed. Jungkook stared at the now pale cheeks of Rina, she died, but she died with such immense fear that it was sickening. She seemed a horrible, torturous, painful death. “Inform her brother.” She only had one brother whom she wasn’t even in contact with as much. Jungkook swept his feet just like many of them, he walked closer to you. “Rina died.”

He says as if to confirm. “I can see that.” You say, not showing an ounce of surprise or concern. “Who do you think would do that?” He asks, testing the waters. You looked at him, “someone smart.” You threw a casual smile before your fingers clutched the white gown and you walked inside the castle.

Now he was sure who did that.

You stand not too far from their funeral, still, you aren’t quite in sight. Jungkook chewed on an apple beside you, eyeing your soulless eyes that glared at the black grave decorated with flowers. “What is it, y/n?” You looked at him, “nothing?” You lowered your brows, “really?” You sigh, “That assassin who tried to kill me won’t try to hurt me anymore.”

He let out an ironic chuckle, “what?” It was a whisper, you looked into his eyes again. “Yeah.” The apple from his hold dropped to the grassy land. “So you killed her?” he whispers, unbelievable that you’re not even— “Yeah.” You exhaled, picking up the thrown apple and cleaning the dirt off it. “Remember I told you, if I do something terrible, you’d forgive me?”

You take a bite of the apple. He blinked and stared at you, heart shifting. “Last…last night you—“You gulped the apple and nodded your head. “I did not track her or something, okay? I just went to see Yoori and on the way back she almost killed me. I had no choice but to do it.” You take another big snack off the apple.

He slightly gulped, and now it was all making sense. That emotional outburst was guilt. Was the kiss too? “do you…feel bad?” You shook your head, “not really. She let the obsession of you consume her, not me.” His mouth hung open for a second, and you chuckle. “Do you want me to say sorry?”

Maybe this was it. This was your insanity. The darkness. The actual, real, commander. Not the princess you were. “I don’t mind doing it if it’s you.” You looked at him, winked and walked away both from him and the funeral. He gulps and puffs out a breath, then he scoffs, his mind in subliminal chaos. And if he thinks of it the other way, Rina tried to kill you first.

“What is happening!?” He whispers to himself before following you out. You turn your head and look at him, “Don’t!” You stopped and frowned, “what?” “Don’t feel guilty about it. If not you, I had to kill her considering she tried to harm a royal. It’s law. In the end, I’m glad you were the one to do it and not me.” Your lips turn into a slow smile, “really? Are you not hurt?”

He glanced at the bunch of people dressed in black and then at you, “I am. But I’d be even more hurt and disappointed for having to kill my…friend.” You blinked, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Then you should say thank you to me.” He chuckled, just how easy can it get than this? Is it concerning that life seems so easy, after all the shit they’ve been through?

“Sure, what do you want as a thank you?” He holds your hand on his shoulder and puts it down, still holding it, walking alongside you. “Hmm…what can you offer?” You think as both your boots crunch the fall leaves underneath, the sun has set, creating a blueish-purple haze behind. “What about a kiss?”

“Ugh! No no!” He chuckled at your Instant denial. “Oh come on I’m not that much of a bad kisser.” Just as your footsteps, your voices fade into tall trees. “What about a feet massage?”

You smiled at Arabella’s constant yapping, she’d smoothly move from topic to topic. Starting from your dress then her own stitching experience, then her hobbies and yada yada all while you baked a sweet treat alongside her. “I’m so sorry she just speaks a lot.” You burst out laughing at her mother apologising and her gasping at the insult.

“It’s okay, you’re joyful. I like it around you.” You squished her cheeks as she shyly giggled. She sits on the table while you are on the chair, feet dangling, “when do you think it’ll be done?” She asks, eager to taste her first fruit cake. You shrugged, “we’d have to see. I think it won’t take as much time.” She smiled sweetly at you, just how beautiful can she get anymore?

“I’ve never had a fruit cake before.” You hum and nod, “I’ve had it not so much too. I’ve seen my aunt make it back home, it’s quite popular in my hometown.” Her eyes sparkled, “morana!?” You nod your head, “I’m sure it’s so nice there, I want to go there someday.” You smiled, “if I ever go, I’ll take you.”

Her smile widens, nodding her head harshly. With all these talks and plays, Arabella has grown more comfortable around you, so comfortable she almost forgets to call you ‘princess’ which honestly, is great. “Your dresses are so beautiful. I want to see more of such.” You hum, looking down at the same white gown.

“This is quite old, I’m sure they have new styles now.” She smiles, “But you still look so pretty.” You smiled, squishing her dimpled cheeks once again. “Not more than you.”

You sigh, twisting in your bed. You had hopped to bed early considering you couldn’t sleep at all last night. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen either, he had dropped you at the castle without a thank-you gift, saying he’ll see you at the dinner. He was there, just more absent-minded, you didn’t share many words, he loved your fruitcake seeing he finished it all but didn’t say he loved it. You hump, rolling your eyes.

Then you sigh, Rina was someone he knew on a profound tier. As much as it stings to admit he might be grieving more than he showed it. All your chain of thoughts was stopped when you immediately sat up on the bed at the knock. Frowning, taking your dagger beneath the pillow as a large frame walked inside. “Are you asleep?”

It was a whisper, and you sighed in relief, taking the candle and lighting the lantern. “What!? Who sneaks in like that?!” He ruffled his hair, “I have something.” He says, sitting on your bed. “Are you drunk? Miss her too much?” He frowned and shook his head, “No! I…I was at the jeweller.” He sneaks his hand inside his pockets and takes out a velvet red tied cloth.

You watch silently, “Your thank you gift.” You silently frown, folding your legs, wondering if it’s a ring, or a necklace or a bracelet or nothing at all and he’s just playing with you. He takes out a string of pearls and gold as you frown. “I figured you’d like this more than any Jewellery.” You scoot closer and take it in your hand, “this is an anklet?”

He looked at your eyes, “Hmm.” Your pupils met his as you snatch the anklets from his fingers with a sinister smile. “Do you know what bringing this even means?” Your back presses against the bedpost as he frowns, “What? Is it not just an innocent gift?” Jungkook was a bit drunk, you did not smell it, but his heavy-lidded gaze spoke it to you.

You lean closer, “there’s no way this was unintentional.” You murmured and he leaned in for a kiss but you got up, he frowned, holding your wrist and pulling you back, “Then what does it mean?” The depth of his voice vibrated in your core. Noses almost touching as you freed your wrist with a teasing giggle and run away, he grunts. “What is your problem!?”

He followed your anklet chimes in the dark, warm golden hues of the candles on the wooden floor, your fragrance lingering around. His feet followed your footsteps, atlas, he caught your wrist with a winning smirk. You giggled, “Wait, you’re seriously so dumb Jungkook.” He hums, taking both your wrists and pinning them behind your back, burying his face in your nape.

You squeal, back pressed against the wall, beside a mirror. Fingers curling, he knew you could free yourself in a split, but you stay like that. Your body squirms under his when you feel his tongue right beneath your ear. “What does it mean? Tell me.” You bite your lips, closing your eyes and placing your head against the wall. “It means…”

He hums at your whisper, “It means you’re asking for it.” You say in a low tone, almost embarrassed. “Asking for what, princess?” You annoyingly rolled your eyes, “never mind.” You freed your wrist and pushed him aside, he held your shoulders and pinned you again, you grunt. “What!?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” His gaze followed your facial features. The godly one single hair strand adds to your beauty, “I did answer your question.” “No, you did not.” “Well then look for yourself.” his lips turned upward, “Really? Can I?” You stay silent for a moment, “you know it, don’t you?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He murmured, too intoxicated to stay still for a second as he kissed your lips chastely, again and again. Hand under your skirt as he picks you up, taking you to bed. His breath hits your neck when he places you down, fingers on your ankles as he removes your anklets. Replacing it with the ones he bought, they chime and crinkle with every little motion.

Your toes curl, fingers clutching the sheets, he placed your leg on his shoulder and placed a kiss on the supple skin of your leg. You shut your eyes tightly, Trying to suppress a reaction, hands on your thighs as he bents down and ducks his head under your nightgown. The kisses on your thighs made you arch your back like a cat, both his hands on your pelvic area to keep you intact.

You moaned loudly, head between your thighs, tongue flapping on your folds, buzzy hums, he pulled you closer, nose against you, and you flapped your hands, “What are you doing?” You squealed. You know what he’s doing, it was more of a how is he doing it and a cry at how good he is at that. “Hmm, just a bit more…”

Your nails dug into your palms, the knot tightening with every breath he took, every time he swirled his tongue, every time he spoke, you shuddered. “Not now.” Your thighs pressed his head at the stimulation, he got away as you grunted. The grunts were cut short with a sloppy kiss that trailed down your neck, your breath ran short at the pleasure, the silk nightgown melting away from your glowy, buttery body.

The underdress hanging by your shoulders, and the smooches from his kisses on your neck and collarbone were the only sounds, your shaky fingers unbuttoned his shirt and got rid of it. “Do you want this?” He whispers, hands between your thighs, burning, teasing, touching. You threw your head back, biting your lips.

“This might be the only thing I want.” You whisper, he smiles, soft yet snarky, a bit sheepish as he placed a large kiss on your neck and sucked a spot, fingers entering your folds as he pumps them in and out making you moan, the evident lips curling against your skin made it just so much more…pleasurable. “You like it?”

He whispers, you gulped in thirst, eyes rolling back, thighs pressed to each others, “Right there..” whispers like an echo, a pile of clothes, “Here?” This time came a loud, sound from your throat, a mewlish groan. “Yeah.” He chuckled softly, your knees bent as he pushed them down flat on the bed, and you bit your lips. Tears forming at being touched so sensually, his fingers leave from your folds.

You shut your eyes, ready to grunt and throw him off you for crossing the limit, but instead, you snivel loudly and hold onto his neck for support when he bucks his hip against yours and thrusts. Loud shaky breathing echoed in the quiet room, anklets crinkling, tears forming in eyes, sweat glistening, fingers curling. You threw your head back, “I’m-I’m close.”

You whisper as if sinning behind closed doors. “Yeah me too, princess.” Brows furrowed, fingers clutching his shoulders as you let our breathy moans and came undone, thighs shaking as he loudly moans, “fuck no fuck fuck fuck…” he mumbled like an incantation before filling you up as you grunt and clutch the sheets. He breathes heavily, gazing at you through his heavy-lidded gaze and leans forward, taking your chin, you open your eyes.

He joins your lips with his for a kiss and your heart throbs, breath is cut short. A soft, slightly messy, chaste kiss that had you going feral in a blink of an eye. He parts his body from you, touch lingering, burning through the room, you breathe heavily, still stunned. “I’m going to sleep here if you don’t mind.”

You flutter your lashes to look at him, trying to find his shirt. You gulped, “Sure.” A low mumble as you, with your stomach still contorted, and thighs still dirty, excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you came out, jungkook was already on the right side of the bed, sleeping without a shirt. You sigh, steps heavy as you sit on your side of the bed.

The dazzling anklets shone even in the dark, “you should sleep, it’s very late.” You sigh, wiping sweat from your face and taking your legs up, head on the pillow, you stare at the familiar chandelier. He twists on his side, lying flat, fingers roaming on the sheets, you glance and place your hands from your stomach to the mattress. He finds it, holds it, eyes closed.

You wished he could say that. You didn’t have the guts, but at least he should.

You sigh, why do you always expect so much from a man? You turn your back to him, fingers disjoining, seems like he already slept.

As soon as jungkook’s eyes opened, his first thought was that he pushed himself on you, he stood up breathless. You weren’t in sight, gaze still hazy, eyes aching, he looks down at his lap, rubbing his eyes. “What—what even…” he suppressed a frustrated groan. The sickening, dark, feeling sat in his stomach.

Did he, in the heat of a moment do it but you, perhaps not like it? Quiet, sudden gloom. He bites his lips, gaze suddenly finds you exiting your bathroom, wiping your hair. You gulped, staring at him. Maybe he has something to say now, maybe he was too fucked in the head last night for a confession. “Good mor—“ “If you want we can forget what happened last night.”

Your next words stuck in your throat, piercing like needles as you stared at him, wearing his shirt.

I think I should move to your chambers. I think we should give us a try.

“Seriously.” He confirms, looking at you, “I understand what you feel and I’m sorry if I crossed the limit.” You don’t understand. You fumed, fingers clutching the towel as you gulped and licked your lips. “You don’t need to tell me how to feel.” Just because you don’t feel doesn’t mean I don’t feel too. “If that’s what you want, yeah, sure. You should go now.”

His lips were slightly apart at your change of tone, so stern and piercing. It shot right through him. He glanced down at your anklets, that’s not what he wants. What he wants is beyond sharing a bed or two. Beyond silly gifts, it’s—it’s much more than these things. He sighs, “Okay. I’ll see you at the dinner.”

Voice low and barely audible, you brush your hair as you gulp repeatedly. When you feel his footsteps fade, the door of your chambers closes with a soft thud. You finally throw the comb away, breaking down, hands over your eyes to stop leaking tears. You had it all one moment and it slipped the next. Why is this always you who has to go through this small moment of happiness that eventually gets burdened by anger and grief later on?

The comb has broken into pieces, sharp shards as you bite your quivering lips and turn to pick it up. This is somebody’s fortune that you broke, you gulped, not wanting to feel any more hurt. Yet your eyes linger at the door, wondering if he heard the clash, come running, making sure you’re alright. He didn’t. It was so quiet in your little adolescent room that it almost killed you.

The scornful chambers of the queen are so dark and you hope, you hope nobody gets stained with the blood you must be leaking from all these windows and doors.

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Oh my god😭🫠

Jungkook is such a fuxking loser! Want him whipped and on his knees for oc!

Loved the chapter! Anticipating more (soon)

No exactly he’s such an L

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The Great War | ch.28

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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wc: 4.5k

Warnings for this Chap: smutttt (not really explicit but a smut is a smut) etc. blood as usual, Jungkook being a loser

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The doors closed with a thud, you stared at him as he put you down on his bed. You smiled, as If drunk in passion. “What? Won't you kiss me?” He glanced at you as he removed the robe around you. “Oh, so you directly want to have sex.” He heaves out a tired sigh, “Have you gone crazy?” He was sitting on his knees as he stared at your red, puffy eyes, you chuckled, ironically.

“Do you not—“

“I want you!”

He almost said it too urgently. As if you’d change your mind. “But not like this. Not this—“ “this dangerous? this…ugly? Vulnerable?” You slightly shuddered, he stood silent. “This is me, Jungkook. This is who I am.” You whisper, he avoids your gaze and removes your gown. Wiping you down with a clean cloth, your heart clenched.

Tears filling your eyes, is he going to lash out his anger? Will he break it before he even owns it? You bite your lips, crippling anxiety. You hate this. You hate all this so much. Being this naked, this damn vulnerable under a man who has all the power to crumble you into pieces. Your chest rose up and down, a thin creak and you’re all spilled.

You and all your demons, the chains that hold you together melting into sands. He wipes your cheeks, you refuse to even look at him. He took your chin and made you look up at him, “I want all this, this vulnerability, this nakedness. What I don’t want is your will to take everything upon yourself and put your life in danger.” You gulped, fists clenched.

“Your life doesn’t only belong to you to be put in a life-threatening situation every day. It also belongs to me. You belong to me.” Your fist slightly loosened, and your lips parted. You’re a bit too amazed to say something and by the time you were in your senses, he was already kissing your mouth sloppily. You held his face and shuddered between the kiss, hot tears flowing down, sprinkling his cheeks as he pulled away and stared at your barfly, red face.

He caressed those stained cheeks, looking into your eyes, so enlarged and soft. All that evilness, the darkness, the bad things, gone. Soft as a feather. Decorated with tears on the corner. Long wet lashes. “I don’t want you only for your good parts, I want all of it y/n. Every loss, every scar, every tear you’ve shed. I want it all.” He whispers, your fingers slightly curled on his chest as you pull him into an embrace.

He snuggles you deep, hands tangled in your hair, shoulders so wide you practically hide within him. You don’t say anything, just hear his heartbeat that came from his naked chest. He rubs your back ever so often. “I’m glad you’re here.” You whisper, trying to say the lightest words to express the gratefulness of his existence. He smiles, “I’m glad you’re here too.”

When your eyes opened, nuzzled up, tangled. Sunlight peeking through the windows ahead of the bed. You blinked, still tired, the tired that costed you your life. You gulped with your parched throat and took back your hand from his neck, nails slightly grazing on his chest. You part your legs from his deep asleep form, still in his silk shirt.

A different cloth tightly wrapped around your thigh. You get up, bare feet on the warm carpet, and your sleeve tugs you behind. You look toward him, “where are you going?” Jungkook asks, groggily, squinting through his gaze. “To my bedroom.” You whispered as he shook his head, pulling you back. “No.”

Your brows furrowed, “huh?” You hissed when your thigh hit the edge of the soft mattress as he alertly sat up. “Wh-what happened?” He shook his head, trying to see through his dreamy gaze. You let out a sound of discomfort from your throat, he scoots closer to you, holding your thigh in his palm. “What is it?”

You stumbled back on the bed, “it’s aching like shit.” You muttered as he took your thigh on his lap. “The wound?” You hum, he inspects it. “You should lay down. I’ll call the doctor to see what’s wrong.” His fingers subconsciously caressed the soft skin of your thigh, sending signals down your spine as you cleared your throat, avoiding his gaze.

He hums, pulling your body and making you lay on the bed like you were some sort of a child. So effortlessly, he covered your legs with the sheets. “I’ll tell the servants.” He presses a goodbye kiss on your forehead as you smile, the kind of smile he has never seen. Slightly silly, eyes squinting, almost comical, exciting, like a girl.

He smiles back, more in awe. “Okay?” He wanted to hear you speak with this smile, “Okay.” You nod your head as he chuckles softly and wears a shirt, walking out the doors of his chambers. You sigh, gulping, your heart beating as loud as it could get. You twist on his bed, the smile never leaving your lips as you took his pillow and clutched it close to your chest, nuzzling your nose in it. Wrapping yourself in his Fragrance.

“Avoid water touching this part of your wound.” She says and ties another cloth on your thigh. “Eat a lot of fruits, you’ve lost a lot of blood with these wounds. You might feel dizzy and hazy or might even faint, if you ever faint call me up instantly. You’d need to get blood injected if you do.” You nod your head, “Thank you.”

She smiles softly, “This is the paste and the cloth, change it every night before sleeping.” You nod your head, “I’ll do that.” She nods and takes her leave, and you sigh. You’re still in his room, jungkook’s in the bathroom taking a bath. You licked your lips, still in his shirt. You can't go to your room like this, you need to wear something underneath. But there’s no one Around, you softly grunt and lay down, still a bit drowsy.

Your eyes were paining, trying hard to stay open. You hear jungkook walking, soft hums, rustles of clothes, and Tyro snarling, he whistles, and you feel his gaze on you, and it lingers for a moment. You felt his hot, steaming bath body come closer, “are you sleeping?” he asks, palm on your forehead. You forcefully open your lashes, a soft hum of confirmation. His lips parted, “Why don’t you eat something first?”

His voice was gentler, softer than you’ve ever heard. You shook your head, “I’m tired.” The morning sunlight sinking you and his bed in, making it hard for you to sleep. You turn to his side, refraining from the sun to blind you. He sighs, “I’ll send someone for breakfast a bit later. Sleep till then.” You hum and nod, and you feel it again. The rush of blood, the hotness, the squirming of heart, the clench of fingers.

He bent down and kissed your warm forehead, your heart thumped so loud you could feel it drumming in your brain, pulsing. His kiss lingered for a moment, like a stream of water, a flower blooming, the soft fur of a goat. Savoury, comforting, sensual. He pulls his lips away, the wet patch of his kiss still there, like a golden tattoo, shimmery, magical. Soon he was away, the doors of his room closed behind him, the curtains blinding the sunlight, as you flutter open your eyes, breathing heavily.

This moment

Right now

The kiss

Was worth it all.

You woke up from your nap pretty late, nobody came with breakfast, you sigh. Getting off the bed, you could hear the faint snores of Tyro as you almost opened the door but it opened itself. Arabella blinked at you with wide eyes before she bowed. “Good afternoon, princess. The prince sent me to check on you, I came before but you were sleeping so I didn’t disturb you.”

You gave her a small smile, she looked tense. She nervously chuckled, “Should I—should i bring you breakfast?” Her cheeks flushed seeing you wearing a man’s shirt with nothing underneath. “Why don’t you first bring me a dress from my room? Hmm?” She looked up, lips apart. “Really?” If there’s anything Bella needed; it's to see all your clothes and swoon over the beauty. You nodded with a light shrug, “I can't go out like this, you can help me.”

Her lips spread wide, eyes sparkling. “Do you need anything else?!” You chuckled at her excitement.

You walked down the stairs, in a white gown. The castle seemed to be a little tense, and you sort of knew why. “What is happening?” You asked one of the servants. She bows, she was a cook, “someone found Lady Rina dead near the castle.” You walked near the hallways, giving you a full view of what was going on, servants weren’t allowed to stand and stare considering the lunchtime around. You stare at the bunch of soldiers around her body covered in a white cloth with patches of blood.

Jungkook stared at her open, ogling eyes. To say that he was disappointed was an understatement, the stab looking all too familiar. “Who do you think would’ve done that?” Jimin asks, inspecting the wound closely. Jungkook stood silent for a moment, jimin glanced up at him, and another new officer who helped Jungkook instead of taehyung stared at his seniors. “I think I know who did that.”

Both jimin and Jungkook looked at him, his gaze adverts from the prince to you in the heavenly white gown who stared curiously, leaning against a wall. Jungkook frowned, “what if she’s finally started her avenge? Knocking off pawns one by one?” Jungkook stood silent, not because he was trying to come up with a valid point to defend you, but because he considered what the latter had to say. “Shut it, will you?”

Jimin got up, and the officer sighed. Jungkook stared at the now pale cheeks of Rina, she died, but she died with such immense fear that it was sickening. She seemed a horrible, torturous, painful death. “Inform her brother.” She only had one brother whom she wasn’t even in contact with as much. Jungkook swept his feet just like many of them, he walked closer to you. “Rina died.”

He says as if to confirm. “I can see that.” You say, not showing an ounce of surprise or concern. “Who do you think would do that?” He asks, testing the waters. You looked at him, “someone smart.” You threw a casual smile before your fingers clutched the white gown and you walked inside the castle.

Now he was sure who did that.

You stand not too far from their funeral, still, you aren’t quite in sight. Jungkook chewed on an apple beside you, eyeing your soulless eyes that glared at the black grave decorated with flowers. “What is it, y/n?” You looked at him, “nothing?” You lowered your brows, “really?” You sigh, “That assassin who tried to kill me won’t try to hurt me anymore.”

He let out an ironic chuckle, “what?” It was a whisper, you looked into his eyes again. “Yeah.” The apple from his hold dropped to the grassy land. “So you killed her?” he whispers, unbelievable that you’re not even— “Yeah.” You exhaled, picking up the thrown apple and cleaning the dirt off it. “Remember I told you, if I do something terrible, you’d forgive me?”

You take a bite of the apple. He blinked and stared at you, heart shifting. “Last…last night you—“You gulped the apple and nodded your head. “I did not track her or something, okay? I just went to see Yoori and on the way back she almost killed me. I had no choice but to do it.” You take another big snack off the apple.

He slightly gulped, and now it was all making sense. That emotional outburst was guilt. Was the kiss too? “do you…feel bad?” You shook your head, “not really. She let the obsession of you consume her, not me.” His mouth hung open for a second, and you chuckle. “Do you want me to say sorry?”

Maybe this was it. This was your insanity. The darkness. The actual, real, commander. Not the princess you were. “I don’t mind doing it if it’s you.” You looked at him, winked and walked away both from him and the funeral. He gulps and puffs out a breath, then he scoffs, his mind in subliminal chaos. And if he thinks of it the other way, Rina tried to kill you first.

“What is happening!?” He whispers to himself before following you out. You turn your head and look at him, “Don’t!” You stopped and frowned, “what?” “Don’t feel guilty about it. If not you, I had to kill her considering she tried to harm a royal. It’s law. In the end, I’m glad you were the one to do it and not me.” Your lips turn into a slow smile, “really? Are you not hurt?”

He glanced at the bunch of people dressed in black and then at you, “I am. But I’d be even more hurt and disappointed for having to kill my…friend.” You blinked, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Then you should say thank you to me.” He chuckled, just how easy can it get than this? Is it concerning that life seems so easy, after all the shit they’ve been through?

“Sure, what do you want as a thank you?” He holds your hand on his shoulder and puts it down, still holding it, walking alongside you. “Hmm…what can you offer?” You think as both your boots crunch the fall leaves underneath, the sun has set, creating a blueish-purple haze behind. “What about a kiss?”

“Ugh! No no!” He chuckled at your Instant denial. “Oh come on I’m not that much of a bad kisser.” Just as your footsteps, your voices fade into tall trees. “What about a feet massage?”

You smiled at Arabella’s constant yapping, she’d smoothly move from topic to topic. Starting from your dress then her own stitching experience, then her hobbies and yada yada all while you baked a sweet treat alongside her. “I’m so sorry she just speaks a lot.” You burst out laughing at her mother apologising and her gasping at the insult.

“It’s okay, you’re joyful. I like it around you.” You squished her cheeks as she shyly giggled. She sits on the table while you are on the chair, feet dangling, “when do you think it’ll be done?” She asks, eager to taste her first fruit cake. You shrugged, “we’d have to see. I think it won’t take as much time.” She smiled sweetly at you, just how beautiful can she get anymore?

“I’ve never had a fruit cake before.” You hum and nod, “I’ve had it not so much too. I’ve seen my aunt make it back home, it’s quite popular in my hometown.” Her eyes sparkled, “morana!?” You nod your head, “I’m sure it’s so nice there, I want to go there someday.” You smiled, “if I ever go, I’ll take you.”

Her smile widens, nodding her head harshly. With all these talks and plays, Arabella has grown more comfortable around you, so comfortable she almost forgets to call you ‘princess’ which honestly, is great. “Your dresses are so beautiful. I want to see more of such.” You hum, looking down at the same white gown.

“This is quite old, I’m sure they have new styles now.” She smiles, “But you still look so pretty.” You smiled, squishing her dimpled cheeks once again. “Not more than you.”

You sigh, twisting in your bed. You had hopped to bed early considering you couldn’t sleep at all last night. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen either, he had dropped you at the castle without a thank-you gift, saying he’ll see you at the dinner. He was there, just more absent-minded, you didn’t share many words, he loved your fruitcake seeing he finished it all but didn’t say he loved it. You hump, rolling your eyes.

Then you sigh, Rina was someone he knew on a profound tier. As much as it stings to admit he might be grieving more than he showed it. All your chain of thoughts was stopped when you immediately sat up on the bed at the knock. Frowning, taking your dagger beneath the pillow as a large frame walked inside. “Are you asleep?”

It was a whisper, and you sighed in relief, taking the candle and lighting the lantern. “What!? Who sneaks in like that?!” He ruffled his hair, “I have something.” He says, sitting on your bed. “Are you drunk? Miss her too much?” He frowned and shook his head, “No! I…I was at the jeweller.” He sneaks his hand inside his pockets and takes out a velvet red tied cloth.

You watch silently, “Your thank you gift.” You silently frown, folding your legs, wondering if it’s a ring, or a necklace or a bracelet or nothing at all and he’s just playing with you. He takes out a string of pearls and gold as you frown. “I figured you’d like this more than any Jewellery.” You scoot closer and take it in your hand, “this is an anklet?”

He looked at your eyes, “Hmm.” Your pupils met his as you snatch the anklets from his fingers with a sinister smile. “Do you know what bringing this even means?” Your back presses against the bedpost as he frowns, “What? Is it not just an innocent gift?” Jungkook was a bit drunk, you did not smell it, but his heavy-lidded gaze spoke it to you.

You lean closer, “there’s no way this was unintentional.” You murmured and he leaned in for a kiss but you got up, he frowned, holding your wrist and pulling you back, “Then what does it mean?” The depth of his voice vibrated in your core. Noses almost touching as you freed your wrist with a teasing giggle and run away, he grunts. “What is your problem!?”

He followed your anklet chimes in the dark, warm golden hues of the candles on the wooden floor, your fragrance lingering around. His feet followed your footsteps, atlas, he caught your wrist with a winning smirk. You giggled, “Wait, you’re seriously so dumb Jungkook.” He hums, taking both your wrists and pinning them behind your back, burying his face in your nape.

You squeal, back pressed against the wall, beside a mirror. Fingers curling, he knew you could free yourself in a split, but you stay like that. Your body squirms under his when you feel his tongue right beneath your ear. “What does it mean? Tell me.” You bite your lips, closing your eyes and placing your head against the wall. “It means…”

He hums at your whisper, “It means you’re asking for it.” You say in a low tone, almost embarrassed. “Asking for what, princess?” You annoyingly rolled your eyes, “never mind.” You freed your wrist and pushed him aside, he held your shoulders and pinned you again, you grunt. “What!?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” His gaze followed your facial features. The godly one single hair strand adds to your beauty, “I did answer your question.” “No, you did not.” “Well then look for yourself.” his lips turned upward, “Really? Can I?” You stay silent for a moment, “you know it, don’t you?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He murmured, too intoxicated to stay still for a second as he kissed your lips chastely, again and again. Hand under your skirt as he picks you up, taking you to bed. His breath hits your neck when he places you down, fingers on your ankles as he removes your anklets. Replacing it with the ones he bought, they chime and crinkle with every little motion.

Your toes curl, fingers clutching the sheets, he placed your leg on his shoulder and placed a kiss on the supple skin of your leg. You shut your eyes tightly, Trying to suppress a reaction, hands on your thighs as he bents down and ducks his head under your nightgown. The kisses on your thighs made you arch your back like a cat, both his hands on your pelvic area to keep you intact.

You moaned loudly, head between your thighs, tongue flapping on your folds, buzzy hums, he pulled you closer, nose against you, and you flapped your hands, “What are you doing?” You squealed. You know what he’s doing, it was more of a how is he doing it and a cry at how good he is at that. “Hmm, just a bit more…”

Your nails dug into your palms, the knot tightening with every breath he took, every time he swirled his tongue, every time he spoke, you shuddered. “Not now.” Your thighs pressed his head at the stimulation, he got away as you grunted. The grunts were cut short with a sloppy kiss that trailed down your neck, your breath ran short at the pleasure, the silk nightgown melting away from your glowy, buttery body.

The underdress hanging by your shoulders, and the smooches from his kisses on your neck and collarbone were the only sounds, your shaky fingers unbuttoned his shirt and got rid of it. “Do you want this?” He whispers, hands between your thighs, burning, teasing, touching. You threw your head back, biting your lips.

“This might be the only thing I want.” You whisper, he smiles, soft yet snarky, a bit sheepish as he placed a large kiss on your neck and sucked a spot, fingers entering your folds as he pumps them in and out making you moan, the evident lips curling against your skin made it just so much more…pleasurable. “You like it?”

He whispers, you gulped in thirst, eyes rolling back, thighs pressed to each others, “Right there..” whispers like an echo, a pile of clothes, “Here?” This time came a loud, sound from your throat, a mewlish groan. “Yeah.” He chuckled softly, your knees bent as he pushed them down flat on the bed, and you bit your lips. Tears forming at being touched so sensually, his fingers leave from your folds.

You shut your eyes, ready to grunt and throw him off you for crossing the limit, but instead, you snivel loudly and hold onto his neck for support when he bucks his hip against yours and thrusts. Loud shaky breathing echoed in the quiet room, anklets crinkling, tears forming in eyes, sweat glistening, fingers curling. You threw your head back, “I’m-I’m close.”

You whisper as if sinning behind closed doors. “Yeah me too, princess.” Brows furrowed, fingers clutching his shoulders as you let our breathy moans and came undone, thighs shaking as he loudly moans, “fuck no fuck fuck fuck…” he mumbled like an incantation before filling you up as you grunt and clutch the sheets. He breathes heavily, gazing at you through his heavy-lidded gaze and leans forward, taking your chin, you open your eyes.

He joins your lips with his for a kiss and your heart throbs, breath is cut short. A soft, slightly messy, chaste kiss that had you going feral in a blink of an eye. He parts his body from you, touch lingering, burning through the room, you breathe heavily, still stunned. “I’m going to sleep here if you don’t mind.”

You flutter your lashes to look at him, trying to find his shirt. You gulped, “Sure.” A low mumble as you, with your stomach still contorted, and thighs still dirty, excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you came out, jungkook was already on the right side of the bed, sleeping without a shirt. You sigh, steps heavy as you sit on your side of the bed.

The dazzling anklets shone even in the dark, “you should sleep, it’s very late.” You sigh, wiping sweat from your face and taking your legs up, head on the pillow, you stare at the familiar chandelier. He twists on his side, lying flat, fingers roaming on the sheets, you glance and place your hands from your stomach to the mattress. He finds it, holds it, eyes closed.

You wished he could say that. You didn’t have the guts, but at least he should.

You sigh, why do you always expect so much from a man? You turn your back to him, fingers disjoining, seems like he already slept.

As soon as jungkook’s eyes opened, his first thought was that he pushed himself on you, he stood up breathless. You weren’t in sight, gaze still hazy, eyes aching, he looks down at his lap, rubbing his eyes. “What—what even…” he suppressed a frustrated groan. The sickening, dark, feeling sat in his stomach.

Did he, in the heat of a moment do it but you, perhaps not like it? Quiet, sudden gloom. He bites his lips, gaze suddenly finds you exiting your bathroom, wiping your hair. You gulped, staring at him. Maybe he has something to say now, maybe he was too fucked in the head last night for a confession. “Good mor—“ “If you want we can forget what happened last night.”

Your next words stuck in your throat, piercing like needles as you stared at him, wearing his shirt.

I think I should move to your chambers. I think we should give us a try.

“Seriously.” He confirms, looking at you, “I understand what you feel and I’m sorry if I crossed the limit.” You don’t understand. You fumed, fingers clutching the towel as you gulped and licked your lips. “You don’t need to tell me how to feel.” Just because you don’t feel doesn’t mean I don’t feel too. “If that’s what you want, yeah, sure. You should go now.”

His lips were slightly apart at your change of tone, so stern and piercing. It shot right through him. He glanced down at your anklets, that’s not what he wants. What he wants is beyond sharing a bed or two. Beyond silly gifts, it’s—it’s much more than these things. He sighs, “Okay. I’ll see you at the dinner.”

Voice low and barely audible, you brush your hair as you gulp repeatedly. When you feel his footsteps fade, the door of your chambers closes with a soft thud. You finally throw the comb away, breaking down, hands over your eyes to stop leaking tears. You had it all one moment and it slipped the next. Why is this always you who has to go through this small moment of happiness that eventually gets burdened by anger and grief later on?

The comb has broken into pieces, sharp shards as you bite your quivering lips and turn to pick it up. This is somebody’s fortune that you broke, you gulped, not wanting to feel any more hurt. Yet your eyes linger at the door, wondering if he heard the clash, come running, making sure you’re alright. He didn’t. It was so quiet in your little adolescent room that it almost killed you.

The scornful chambers of the queen are so dark and you hope, you hope nobody gets stained with the blood you must be leaking from all these windows and doors.

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The Great War | ch.27

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

Wc: 5.5k

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“Are you okay?” Jungkook made you stand back on your feet as the guards checked around the area. “Someone’s trying to kill me.” You say as he frowns, “You? But you’re not even a jury member anymore. Why would someone kill you.” You sighed and turned to face him, stomach twisting at his palms around your arms. You gulped, “it’s okay. I’m fine now.”

You say and awkwardly clear your throat. He sighed, then he noticed the blood that leaked down your leg from the wound. “Stop! You’re bleeding!” You sighed tiredly and turned to face him again, you honestly couldn’t walk at all. “Call the doc.” He says and comes to you, pressing his fingers directly on the wound, you hiss. “Here? On your thigh?”

You nod your head, and the next thing you know is feet swept off the ground, “wha—“ “Tell me who you think it is once we reach your room.” Your mouth stayed open for a few seconds before you awkwardly shut it. “Okay.” There was no space to argue anymore, you seriously couldn’t walk. midway, on the stairs, jungkook thought of taking you to his room. He almost even proposed the idea to you but then he didn’t.

He sighed, “One more set of stairs!” He says as you feel a bit guilty, “Leave me. I’d rather walk slowly up than have you nagging about carrying me all the time.” He smiled to himself when he looked at your face which was all flashy and red due to the heat. “Are you sure?” Your head snapped, was he going to leave you all wounded on a set of fifty stairs? He chuckled at your blank face, “I’m just kidding.”

You embarrassingly look away, “whatever.” Ignoring every goosebump he gave with his sharp breath. He reached there, the guards opened and he put you down on your bed, still in darkness. “Is it bleeding a lot?” You asked, looking at his palm full of dark red blood, he sighed when you looked at him with those silky, glossy eyes. His fingers shake a little in your hand, “yeah.”

He cleared his throat, withdrawing his palm. Withdrawing your touch away is; in some way or other, similar to pressing a cold hand against a perfect heart. There’s so much yearning and desire that you’re not even aware of. Jungkook controls himself, think straight think straight not like a pussy drink motherfucker while he lifts the candles. Nails scraping palm at your fluttery lashes.

What the hell?

“Too much! Even your clothes are stained!” And it still leaked. Jungkook sighs, “I need to wrap a cloth around to stop the bleeding.” He says you don’t answer. You don’t wish to say oh yes please look under my skirt and touch my thighs. He sits down on his knee on the floor, taking your leg. “This one.” You slightly kick his hand and give the other one on his lap. Slightly enjoying as you smirk a little to yourself.

This is the real test.

He glanced up at your face, nonchalant, pretty eyes. He moves up your gown, knee visible now. He looks up again at you as if confirming something. You nod with a shrug, as if helpless. Which you were, by the way. He exhaled, a tense, hot breath directly hitting your thigh. The anklet of yours crinkling with every little motion. He spots the wound, trails of constant blood.

He shook his head as if clearing his mind. You pulled the gown up further, seeing the wound yourself and furrowing your brows. It was open, alive, and a bit gross. “Does it pain?” He says, looking around the room to find a clean cloth and ended up removing his shirt when he found none. “Yeah.” You say, biting your lips when his shoulders flexed and he took off his white shirt. You move your gaze away when you find you are staring too much.

He softly smirks at your red face, tearing his shirt and starts wiping the long trails of blood on your whole leg. Fingers brushing past your supple skin, a bit bruised at some points. Even with all these suffocating desires and flushed cheeks, his heart is full. “These bruises are…” you sigh, “Scars. Different wounds, different battles.” He smiles at you, genuine, and soft, and you smile back.

In this view, jungkook has transformed. Maybe. Maybe not.

“That’s…pretty.” He whispers, shirt around your thigh as your heart flutters loudly. So loud you could hear. “Pretty what?” You asked, “your scars.” You fumed in an indescribable feeling, almost proud yet emotional. “My scars are pretty?” You ask again, he tightly knots his shirt around your wound. “I find them pretty. It’s almost like you have victory tattoos.” You smiled wide, “Victory tattoos? I haven’t won all of these battles most of them here are from failures.”

He intended to glance up but stayed for a while. Gazing at the slight form of dimples coming, not entirely one, cheeks full squished up under your eyes. He looks down. Even silly smiles suit you better. “They’re still your victory, if not for those shameful losses; you wouldn’t be here.” You nod as his fingers trail down your leg before it parts away from your skin. The doors of your room opened as the servant ran in and then hid her eyes, “I’m so sorry I should’ve knocked!”

Your eyes expand, and his mouth parts, “its-it’s not what you think!” You hid your face embarrassingly. “Did you call the doctor?” Jungkook simply did not bother. “Ye-yeah prince! She’s herself sick right now, will come in the morning.” The servant removed her hand from her eyes slowly, “for now she told me to apply this on the wound.” Jungkook stood up from the ground and took the cloth bag from her.

“It’s fine. You’re dismissed.” She nods and bows her head, he returns to you, sniffing the paste and scrunching his nose at the strong smell of turmeric and neem. “You should have waited a bit before wrapping the wound.” You say as he starts to untie the white shirt off your thigh, “If I waited you would’ve lost Half your blood.” He puffs out a breath at the bloody crime scene.

Wiping the sides again, you hiss at the cold, burning paste against your wound. “It’s stinging.” You say slowly, he looks up at you but continues to apply it. “Don’t worry it’ll be fine.” He whispers, taking the cloth that the doctor herself gave to cover the wound and wrapping it tightly around your thigh again. “Done. I'm sure she’ll come by early tomorrow.”

He picked up your leg and checked under your thigh if there was any wound or blood there, it was. He wiped with his hands. “You should rest.” He says helping you lay down flat, “open the windows.” He walks over and opens the windows, taking in the fresh cool breeze. “Who do you think it is?” He asks, walking away from the windows, you gulped. “I’m not sure.”

You lied. He runs his hand through his curls, “I’m sure whoever it is, they’ll try to attack you again.” You feel the bed sink and look at him. “You should move into my bedroom.” You scoff, almost childishly. “Just say you want an excuse. At any minor inconvenience, you tell me to live with you.” He smiles, “so what?” He stretches his arms like a Cheshire cat.

“What if I find excuses? It’s safer for you.” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll get more guards for your security. I’m sure I’ll be able to find that person.” He laid down beside you, you blinked and looked at his face who stared at the chandelier above your heads. “Don’t go out for the time being, take me if you wish…” he kept muttering, eyes closing slowly, little by little.

You smiled a bit, “oh?” You ask, “Hmm.” He hums, then jerks open his eyes. Trying to stay awake. You giggled, he lowered his brows and looked at you. “What?” You clicked your tongue, “Nothing.” You let out an exasperated exhale, “you can sleep here. If you want obviously.” You say and turn your back to him, facing the doors.

He sighs, “Oh yeah. I’m only going to sleep here because you need security right now.” “Trust me I don’t.” “No, you do, you can’t even walk.” He says, getting comfortable on the bed, it slightly squeaks, and your heart thumps. His little grunt echoes a bit and you finally hear his snores. You sigh, and gulp.

You wonder why you’re doing this. There’s no upper or deeper meaning to it, is it? It’s just needs and wants. You want it. So he does it. He needs it. So you do it. You grunt softly, you’re thinking bullshit. “I need to sleep.” You murmured but for god's sake you couldn’t, the whole night was eyes wide open. Staring at jungkook, at the chandeliers, endless thoughts like a drunk old man.

You were drowsy, but not in deep slumber like you wished you were. Maybe it’s still there. the fear of being killed, that you conceal out so nicely. When the sky was turning a tad bit lighter you finally felt your heavy eyes shut for good. It was peaceful. So nice.

And when they opened again, you saw eyelashes. Not yours. His eyelashes. Your heart beats in a pulse. Like hanging by a loose thread, sweat forms in the corners of your body. Breathing loudly and counting, you flutter your lashes. Jungkook wasn’t tangled within you, nor was he stuck to you like glue. He was sleeping, deep, peaceful.

You gulped, you wondered. You wonder if this is the last time he’s sleeping like this. Your chest rose and shifted, the amount of trouble you put out, the messes made, the spilt blood everywhere all at once. Has he always been this way? This peaceful in the mind rotting chaos? Your exhale makes a noise this time.

If it wasn’t for his ego, he wouldn’t have married you. You gulped yet again, stuffing your face in the pillows, not wanting to see the face that made you feel things. Deep down, you knew. You knew it all along that this prison cage of husband and wife would never go away, that you’d have to deal with this thing no matter what. But you didn’t know that you would like it. And like it so good and this soon.

There’s a patch of blood under your thigh, you can feel it. You want to get up, kick his stomach and say get the fuck out of here. But you stare. He occasionally snores, you have slept with him before, a few times. But it has never felt this raw. This naked. Horrible Beauty right in the face.

Your breath shuddered a little. If there’s one thing you know in this life, is that love isn’t real. It’s trouble romanticised. It’s fake promises. The play of fate. The lust of eyes. Lips quivering, smiles so sweet. But the bitter blood that still leaks into your heart, nobody cares for that. They come, they pierce it in different ways and leave.

Nobody wipes the wounds and takes care of them. Share trouble with you, make promises worth dying for, twist the fate in between fingers, adorn in eyes, lips stretched in a perfect smile, hugs so warm, put a hell of a Medicine on the bleeding heart and seal it with love. is love real?

His eyes flutter open, and what he sees is love. Lips slowly parting, what he sees in those perfectly sultry and scared eyes is love. And maybe fear. And maybe even confusion. His lips ever so slightly curl, just like your fingers in anticipation. He doesn’t say anything, he stares. Just like you.

Terrible beauty right in the face. A soul so naked. The gaze that feels like grazing fingers on wounded flesh, sparkles of dust, daylight. Someone knocks on your door, you move your gaze away, and he gets up. “Come in!” Then clears his throat afterwards at his strange voice, “The doctor is here, Your Majesty.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.” You say, clashes of spoons against ceramic as your husband shakes his head, mouth full of mashed potatoes. “We never know when they’ll attack, we are checking everyone with a wound on the shoulder. Whoever it is, will be found.” You looked up at Jungkook, he glanced at you.

Raising his brows, tilting his head a bit, asking what’s wrong. You exhaled, “stop doing that.” He frowned, “why?” The bunch of men around you made you feel rather anxious than secure. “You won’t find anyone with a shoulder wound. And…and it’s idiotic. Just leave it. I’ll be fine.” You know you won’t be, but for one last time, you’re willing to show respect to Rina.

She’s a proud soldier of Kyrell. To kill a soldier is to invite an enemy. “What are you even saying? You’re a royal. And you’ve been threatened to be killed.” He knew you were thinking for more and he has already sensed you had some sort of idea about who is it who is it not, but still. He won’t just sit around and have you get into another situation, not with a wound so bare.

“I know what I’m saying. Just stop it for some time. The assassin probably left the country by now, I’ll tell you myself to start investigating again.” You say, Jungkook squints. Just slightly, slightly he felt like you were squirming under his gaze. He sighs, “I’ll see what I can do.” He won’t, the investigation will be continuing.

He cleared his throat, “do you feel better now?” He changed the topic you hum and nod. “Slightly.” You glance down at your covered thigh. Jungkook glanced at your weird stare, this is not how you usually act, the usual banter is missing, the rolling eyes, the lefty remarks. He’s scared, that you’re scared.

“You should move in my chambers.” You look up at him, “It’d be more safe.” You sighed, “I told you I’m fine, I don’t think anyone would try to attack me again.” “How do you know? You’re injured, alone, if I was the killer I’d try it now.” You shook your head, “there’s no such thing as trying when you kill somebody, you just kill them.” He scoffed, “This is not the time to show bravery, y/n. You’re not even walking, limping around the castle. A shot and you’re gone. Someone could come in and suffocate you till death, throw you off your windows and you won’t be able to do anything.”

You bite your lips, as much as you wish to say that he’s overdramatic; he was not. He was rather perfect as an officer trying to avoid a crime against a royal. Against his wife. You sighed, “I’m fine. Really.” You didn’t look up at him, it was haunting. As if you looked at him for a few more seconds you’ll fall in love.

you despise how he cares so much, it’s hard for you to avoid these hammers of love banging against your rib cage to break into your heart. You gulped, and he exhaled, getting up amidst a meal, and walking out. This happens every few lifetimes. You fumed, not in anger, not in hate, but in self-pity. You fume in tears, fists clenched, and you pity yourself.

You open your heart and get it snatched, crushed in your fingers, and burnt, you take it back and heal it, every day. Bit by bit, but you’re scared now. If that happens again. If you open it he takes it and burns it. You won’t be able to heal it anymore nor open it ever, again. With self-pity, there are pounds and pounds of regret, the regret of why would you ever do this?

Why would you ruin your life because your childhood lover just refused to hold onto you anymore? But It was also suffocating, watching yoongi not give two single shits about what you had all these years full of kisses and tears. let you go, just like that. You scoff, wiping your tears that fell hot and astray on your cheeks.

You know your pain is such an imposition. You gulped and sniffed, heart so heavy you felt like dying. Jumping off this window. Take that knife in front and stab yourself. You laugh, a bit maniac, to yourself. How fucking pathetic. How fucking pathetic of you to die like this for one single man. One single fucking man who ruined your whole life.

“Fuck his morals. Fuck him. Fuck you, min yoongi. Fuck it all, fuck this shit I was in love.” You bang your fists, trying so hard to not sob loudly, trying so hard to not be seen. So naked and so alone. For a moment you had it all, in your palm. You had love, respect, power, everything. Now it’s all burnt through and through, the dangerous heat of yours killed it all.

The heat from the burning red love. The teasings. The kisses. The nights spent together. The wines shared over a million times. The hugs that lasted hours. Everything. Everything gone. And it’s been months since it’s all gone and yet. Yet you still can’t register it. All these months you thought you could just run and get caught by yoongi, but never in a million years have you thought of being abandoned.

Jungkook was right. No one takes in a woman claimed by another man. By another nation. It was all sinking in. A screech creaks out of your scratchy throat, you gulp hard. Harshly wiping your tears, breathing heavily. The stage of self-hate is so low you hate the way you cry. “Y/n?”

You slowly move your puffed face to Jungkook who stood opened mouth. “You—“ you break into sobs. Knuckles white with the grip on the table. He bents down ahead of you, he’s stunned, and can’t register you crying like a kid. “Are you-are you okay? Does it—“ he immediately thought of the wound on your thigh, panicked breathing.

he placed his hand on your thigh as you hiccuped, “It hurts so bad! I fucking hate everyone!” You weren’t just crying. You were sobbing. Like big violent crying with rivers of tears, his own eyes teared. “Should I call the doctor? Wait no wait uh, can you show me maybe I can help—“ “Not there!”

He looked up at your irritated screech, groaning, harshly wiping your nose. It slowly sinks into his stupid little brain. You were crying in pain not caused by a wound but by someone. His heart paced up, “is it…is it me?” He whispers god knows how scared he was to ask you that. He hopes you don’t answer, you shake your head. “No…”

He sighed in relief, and you sniffed, trying to contain back your demeanour. “I’m—I’m sorry I—“ and then you felt his arms around yours. Tight. Comforting. Your eyes filled with tears again, lips in a scowl as you hugged him back. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be okay.” He honestly didn’t know who it was, why it was, what to say to you.

You shuddered, “I don’t think it ever will.” You shook your head, fingers curling in pure blood draining pain around his wide back. He exhaled, chest pressed against yours. Fragrance in your nose, nervous breathing. “No. It will. You have to believe that.” He says, pulling his head away from your shoulder and looking at your eyes full of tears, he glances down at your glossy lips as you move your face away. Wiping your nose and sniffing.

“Thanks.” You muttered, glancing up at him. Fists clenching in anxiety, he sees right through you. This vulnerable. This emotional. This weak. He smiles, “You’re welcome.”

You sigh, heart squirming in your full-blown chest. “Do you want me to drop you in your bedroom?” He asks, Standing up, fingertips holding yours. You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head. “I will go by myself. It’s fine.” You hold his hand, a bit relieved, a bit refreshed. You needed that eruption of cries, bombardment of curses, hate, loathe even.

“Do you feel better?” You slightly limp and nod your head, “Yeah. I’ll be fine soon.” Jungkook doesn’t carry you around this time, he rather helps you climb back to your room slowly. “You’re just there.” He mutters, removing the single sole strand of hair that bothered your gaze. You sighed, “If I…”

He listens attentively when you start speaking, your grip tightens on the wooden railings. “If I ever have to do something really bad.” You seriously don’t even believe that you’re saying this. “Will you forgive me?” His heart stopped beating for a good minute at your words, mind blank. “W..what?”

The fact that you even considered him an option to judge your decisions was beyond, but the fact that you were talking about forgiveness was another thing. “Something bad? Truly evil?” You nod, and you glance down at your feet beside his. “I am not a good person. I…” all those years of fighting and killing people flashed through your eyes, endless torture, fire, ashes, blood.

You gulped, “I don’t like myself, of who I am. And I tend to do things that—that just crosses the limits without my own will. You might think I’m the best commander to use my brain all the time instead of emotions or sympathy, but it’s worse. I have to deal with that guilt—“ “If you feel guilty after killing someone then you’re a human.”

You looked up at him, blinking. He sighs, “I mean, you struggle with being sane and insane. That’s kind of insane but I like it.” You frowned, “No actually—wait yeah…sort of.” You took a step up, “both can co-exist at the same time.” This is something jungkook himself recently discovered. He can both be soft as a baby and as hard as a hammer.

And that’s okay. “You can be a perfect commander, protect your nation, fight for it, for yourself but you can also be a girl. A gentlewoman, a mother.” He scoffs, and you look at his face. “My mother ran away, she was a coward, but she was a perfect mother. Even for a little while.” His hand slightly squeezed yours as you stared at him in deep thought.

Does he mean you can love while being heartbroken? Or can you smile even though your insides are falling apart? Or it’s okay to feel guilty after doing something terrible?

“What do you do when you don’t find answers?” He slightly, thought you’d take another step but you rather stood intact and asked him a question he had never found an answer to. “I don’t do anything.” You tilt your head confusingly. He softly chuckles at your cuteness, “I mean, this is life y/n. And there are so many things that don’t have a quick puzzle or an interesting answer, or one at all. Sometimes they just exist, like you, like me. And it’s okay. Not everything is a mystery unsolved.”

You shook your head, “But what about mysteries unsolved?” You pressed, and he looked at you. Then he slowly smiles, “You let them be. You know, my mother used to tell me that this world has many things with mysteries of their own besides the ones we encounter. One of them she used to say were women.” Your heart flutters a bit at his sentence.

“She used to say never try to solve a woman, cherish her, love her, appreciate her, she’ll open by herself. I honestly didn’t have many women in my life, but by far, I’ve used this example in everything. And I know it sounds lousy when I’m a literal officer of crime in this big town, but it’s true.” You softly giggle, “but sometimes, you have to stop.”

He presses his finger on your back. “You need to just stop wondering. Stop thinking. To live.” You blinked, gulping. “So, should I stop looking for answers?” He shrugged, “I would say so. Once you stop looking for them, they’ll look for you.” You smiled, finally climbing another stair. “I didn’t know you were to be the intelligent type.”

He smiles, “Actually this is the most intelligent I’ve ever been.” You laugh softly. He adorns it. The pearly teeth, the wide stretched smile, cheeks pulled toward eyes. He instantly prefers this over any expressions you give, even the soft smiles. Your laughs are your best form.

You didn’t know what magic had happened by the end of the day, your wound was much better. It wasn’t pulsing with pain, your thigh wasn’t shaking in pain. You looked out the window, it was pretty much midnight. You’ve had your dinner, right now is the only time you can probably see Yoori without anyone noticing. Jungkook has warned you to not do things that might make you look like a bad person, you sigh tiredly.

Looking at the Pearl necklace. It was honestly shit. Shit to be always the criminal without even doing anything. You scoffed, tying the necklace and a ring delicately in a piece of cloth. Jungkook has also told you that jimin and Yoori have been married for a while now, almost immediately after Taehyung’s death jimin proposed to marry her. A small smile is placed on your lips thinking about how they look as husband and wife, especially Yoori.

You put on your robe, and quickly walk out of your room, a line of guards stands intact. The castle seemed Empty, meaning they were all in their respective chambers and rooms. “Sir Jeon has refrained you from going anywhere without him, princess.” You looked at the guard, dressed in a red and golden suit. “Tell him I’m going to meet Yoori, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You say and before he could say anything, you were already running down, slightly wincing at the occasional pain in your thigh.

Yoori’s face was a bit pale when she saw you, you’ve already met jimin the other day. your heart weighted at her indescribable expressions. You gulped, pressing your lips together, “how are you?” You softly whisper, she looks at you with teary eyes before enveloping you in a tight hug. You smiled, hugging her back. “I missed you. And I'm so sorry…”

She whispered, the weight of grief making it hard for her to breathe. “It’s okay now.” You rub her back, and she sniffs and looks at you. You smiled in between tears and glanced behind at her house, “won't you tell me to come inside? Newly bride?” She chuckles amidst the tears, taking your hand and pulling you inside her home. You didn’t realise when minutes turned into hours, she told you everything that had happened while you were gone and after Taehyung’s death.

Jimin used to live with other soldiers in a dormitory of sorts, now he lives with her as a husband. She even told you how hoseok is also seeing someone and will be getting married soon. She fed you some apples, you give her the pearl necklace especially made by the royal jeweller of Morana who also made your jewellery. Her eyes were so sparkly when she held the necklace between her fingers.

You also gave the ring to jimin which was an emerald stone, very lucky to be worn according to your culture. “A small piece of the stone is cut from the ring and is placed here.” You show her the necklace having the tiniest piece of the shiny emerald hanging. She slightly blushed, “Ah…you didn't have to bring in all these y/n.” You smiled as she carefully tied the jewellery back in the cloth to protect it.

The sky thundered, and you looked out her window. “I should go now, it might rain soon.” You say as she holds your hand, “jimin will drop you, it’s not safe this late.” You smiled, “I'm fine, yoori. Besides, I'm pretty sure that dumbass is drunk as hell by now.” She laughs lowly, her heart slowly clenching in realisation. She can’t believe how her brother tried to kill you, and you're still here for her, giving gifts for the marriage.

“Be careful.” She says as you Nod, “Yeah, and you make sure your doors and windows are all locked.” She smiles, humming. You bid your goodbyes with lighthearted laughter as you walked down the silent, cricket-buzzing neighbourhood. Almost all the houses here were soldiers. You took a turn, entering away from the main market, between the castle and the town there’s a small area that reaches the Forest.

Many times they thought it should be a park but nobody did anything about it. The leaves crunch under your feet as you hear something moving and shuffling around the trees. Then you heard knives clashing against each other. You looked around, not a single soul in sight. You quickly shuffled and took out your dagger, squinting at the area and walking carefully close. “Who’s it?”

A sword stood tall against the muddy wet ground. You can smell the pre-rain petrichor. “Rina.” You say and the next thing you know is you’re knocked on the ground. The sword pierced your neck as Rina stared down at you, mask off this time. “Count your breaths. one, two, three…” you struggled, taking the dagger and stabbing it straight into her left arm but she didn’t move, instead, she took the chance to press the sword harshly, drawing blood from the thin skin of your neck.

You grunt, your thigh aching so terribly you couldn’t move. You took your dagger and shoved it on her neck this time. She immediately withdraws and coughs, removing the dagger with a squelch as she sees her blood on her fingertips. You breathed heavily and took the dagger back, kicking aside her sword. “I forgave you when you wanted something I had.”

She stared at you, mouth and face stained with blood. “I don’t need you—“You sat ahead of her, on your knees, just like her. Holding her head and looking into her eyes, she shuddered. “But I won’t forgive you for wanting to be me.” she saw that darkness spread like a plague in your eyes. Her hands shook, and her heart almost exploded.

She realised that you’re going to kill her. right now. What she’s seeing isn’t some princess or a soldier. She’s witnessing death. The darkest of a shadow. You took the dagger and stabbed her stomach, “I wouldn’t have minded if you lurked around Jungkook. But you tried to kill me, Rina. And I won’t tolerate this disrespect.” Her tears flowed, “y-y/n…”

She blabbered, and you stared at her. Taking out your dagger again, “y-y/n please, I-i…” Her tongue twisted, and she accidentally bit it with her teeth. So hard that it bled through her mouth. Her both hands clasped around yours. You scoffed, “I’ve had enough of you.” You took the dagger out once again as she burst into tears like a girl.

Like a small child who realised something horrible. You held her head and pierced her neck, seeing her take her last breaths, you breathed heavily as the rain suddenly started to pour down on your back. The pool of dark blood mixed with water around her dead body. You shuddered, looking up at the sky.

Letting the water flow through you. As easy as it sounded, as blood coursing it was. it was horrific. It was evil, it was all Things sin. You’ve killed a woman. A soul. Another one. Your hands slightly shook as you touched your neck to find more blood and you hastily wiped it. Grunting when you tried to stand up with all the blood flowing from your thigh.

You limped toward the castle. Soaked both in blood and rain. Clutching the sole robe that provided some protection from lingering gazes hidden behind trees in the forms of owls and insects. You didn’t pay any mind to the guards standing tall at the gates of the castle. Instead, you and your laboured breaths knocked on jungkook’s door.

He was asleep, he was half naked when he stared down at your terrible form. Blood patches, rainwater dripping, the smell of blood. Hair strands blocking your vision. “You…” you stepped forward, and he noticed a small puddle of blood beneath your bare feet on the shiny floor. Hands-on his nape as you leaned in closer, joining your mouth with his.

He stood stunned for more than a minute as you stared at his blank state of mind. He sighs, picking you up and taking you in, closing the doors behind.

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The Great War | ch.26

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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“It looks quite unattractive.” You squint at the gown hung in the shop, and he gasps. “It’s not?” You rolled your eyes, “Well maybe but I’d never wear something like that.” You walked further, he picked up a rose, and smiled at the florist who gave a known look, as he followed you. “What do you even like?”

You looked at him, still walking. “If I like something I—“You stop talking as he tucks a rose in your ear. You blinked, stunned. “What-“ “it suits you.” He says and walks further. You frowned, what are you both? A bunch of five-year-olds? “That is so childish!” You say, following after him, “It’s romantic!” As if that made it better.

The rose fell, and before it could get crunched you picked it up again. Exhaling as you follow after His quick pace so you don’t get lost in this maze of these souls and astray.

You both ended up by the lake. “That’s the only lake we have besides the castle.” He says, tossing a coin as it dashes through the waters. The rose still tucked beside your thigh, your horses tied To a tree not too far. “It’s good.” You took a coin from his pouch and tried to make it dash through the waves. Though it just sinks.

He chuckles at your scrunched-up face, “Throw it like this. As if you’re passing it to someone instead of throwing.” His thumb flicked the coin as it dashed through three times with small splashes before it finally sank. You bit your lips, taking one but accidentally slipped it and you tried to catch it, but fell inside the lake instead. Flappy hands peeked through the sage green waters as Jungkook removed his jacket and jumped in.

The loud splash bounced through the quiet trees, you feel his arms circling your hips as he pulls you up in the air. You breathe heavily, he stares at you. “Why did you..why did you jump in?” He gulps, staring at your wet curls sticking to your cheeks and neck. His hands were still tucked around your waist, “because I wanted to save you.”

Your big brown eyes fluttered to meet his, “what?” This sudden urge that relied on him to just pull you in and kiss you messily across your mouth. Spit into each other, moans, noses brushing each other, hands all over. He cleared his throat, taking his hands off of your hips rather awkwardly. Heart thumping loudly as he catches you glancing at him weirdly while you swam away.

“You don’t need to always jump in to save me. Or whatever.” He follows after you, low splashes as you jump up on the ground and stand tall, squeezing your drenched clothes. “Take my jacket.” He says you exhaled. Fingers fidgeting, why does he make it so hard for him to hate him? “No thanks.”

Though you shivered. Jungkook’s feet were on the ground now, and he sighed. “It’s cold, take it!” He glanced at the rose that swam atop the lake. One single perfectly red rose. He smiles, “I said I’m fine!” Your voice echoes, and he follows after. “Oh come on.”

You were walking back to your room, the guards were lesser than before you noticed. You sigh, and then your feet halt. It was the hallways, the hallways that led to the now-closed brothel and the court. Also, the hallways that led to the strategy room. It’s quite dark, you were here to take in some fresh air after dinner. You exhaled, peeking behind you.

Fingers clutched to pull out your dagger, the black shadowy figure shot an arrow, which fortunately you dodged. It fell to the ground after it clashed with the wall ahead of you. The figure was covered completely in black, head to toe. No skin is visible. “Who are you?” You asked, dagger between your fingers.

The figure lurched toward you, it also held a shiny silver dagger in its fingers. As soon it knocked you down you knew who it was. You grunt as the silver dagger that shined brightly is dangerously close to your neck. You pierced yours in the shoulder, from the cloak to the inside clothes. A squelching sound.

“Who are you?” You grit your teeth, it fall back with pain, you pull out your dagger, and a screaming sound echoes. “Princess!” It was probably a servant, who then ran to call the guards. The figure picked up the silver dagger from the ground and pierced it in your thigh. You clenched your fingers, biting your lips in pain.

It took it out. “Quit it, show your identity if you’re a true warrior.” It pierced again at the Same place as you grunt, the wound expanding. Blood flowed on the castle floor. The figure pushed you away and stood Up, “I’m not.” You heaved, grunting as it ran and dashed away from your sight quicker than ever.

“And what do you want me to do about this?” Rina smiles at the king. “Kill her.” He scoffs, “We have tried that a few times, but it never worked. I better tell you to leave all this and find a good man for yourself,” he throws your handwritten letter which she brought; to the pit of fire lit. She clenched her jaw and fumed.

“And what if I do it?” The king looked up at her face. “What will you give me?” He exhaled, “whatever you want. Whatever you wish, I don’t care now. You kill her or not.” Rina gulped, trying to form her words right. “It does not matter to you because you don’t wish to take over Morana anymore. You’re all victims of her oppression now. She’s got you all under her thumbs, Jungkook, you, everyone.” Her chest heaves as she proceeds to say the words.

“I will kill her and help you take over Morana. But you promise to marry me your son.” He scoffs, his dark grey eyes all sinister. “If you had enough grace to seduce a young married man who doesn’t even sleep with his wife, you didn’t have to do all this.” Rina chuckles, “It does not matter anymore. Nothing matters now. I want him. And I’ll take him.”

The king shrugs, “There’s nothing I could rather do to help you, young lady. All I can say is be careful.”

You grunt, banging your fist on the ground, a few splashes of blood on your cheeks as you glare under the bright moonlight. “Rina.” You mutter teeth so tight in anger, chest stuffed. Eyes filled with angry tears, “y/n!” You heard jungkook’s voice.

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The Great War | ch.26

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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“It looks quite unattractive.” You squint at the gown hung in the shop, and he gasps. “It’s not?” You rolled your eyes, “Well maybe but I’d never wear something like that.” You walked further, he picked up a rose, and smiled at the florist who gave a known look, as he followed you. “What do you even like?”

You looked at him, still walking. “If I like something I—“You stop talking as he tucks a rose in your ear. You blinked, stunned. “What-“ “it suits you.” He says and walks further. You frowned, what are you both? A bunch of five-year-olds? “That is so childish!” You say, following after him, “It’s romantic!” As if that made it better.

The rose fell, and before it could get crunched you picked it up again. Exhaling as you follow after His quick pace so you don’t get lost in this maze of these souls and astray.

You both ended up by the lake. “That’s the only lake we have besides the castle.” He says, tossing a coin as it dashes through the waters. The rose still tucked beside your thigh, your horses tied To a tree not too far. “It’s good.” You took a coin from his pouch and tried to make it dash through the waves. Though it just sinks.

He chuckles at your scrunched-up face, “Throw it like this. As if you’re passing it to someone instead of throwing.” His thumb flicked the coin as it dashed through three times with small splashes before it finally sank. You bit your lips, taking one but accidentally slipped it and you tried to catch it, but fell inside the lake instead. Flappy hands peeked through the sage green waters as Jungkook removed his jacket and jumped in.

The loud splash bounced through the quiet trees, you feel his arms circling your hips as he pulls you up in the air. You breathe heavily, he stares at you. “Why did you..why did you jump in?” He gulps, staring at your wet curls sticking to your cheeks and neck. His hands were still tucked around your waist, “because I wanted to save you.”

Your big brown eyes fluttered to meet his, “what?” This sudden urge that relied on him to just pull you in and kiss you messily across your mouth. Spit into each other, moans, noses brushing each other, hands all over. He cleared his throat, taking his hands off of your hips rather awkwardly. Heart thumping loudly as he catches you glancing at him weirdly while you swam away.

“You don’t need to always jump in to save me. Or whatever.” He follows after you, low splashes as you jump up on the ground and stand tall, squeezing your drenched clothes. “Take my jacket.” He says you exhaled. Fingers fidgeting, why does he make it so hard for him to hate him? “No thanks.”

Though you shivered. Jungkook’s feet were on the ground now, and he sighed. “It’s cold, take it!” He glanced at the rose that swam atop the lake. One single perfectly red rose. He smiles, “I said I’m fine!” Your voice echoes, and he follows after. “Oh come on.”

You were walking back to your room, the guards were lesser than before you noticed. You sigh, and then your feet halt. It was the hallways, the hallways that led to the now-closed brothel and the court. Also, the hallways that led to the strategy room. It’s quite dark, you were here to take in some fresh air after dinner. You exhaled, peeking behind you.

Fingers clutched to pull out your dagger, the black shadowy figure shot an arrow, which fortunately you dodged. It fell to the ground after it clashed with the wall ahead of you. The figure was covered completely in black, head to toe. No skin is visible. “Who are you?” You asked, dagger between your fingers.

The figure lurched toward you, it also held a shiny silver dagger in its fingers. As soon it knocked you down you knew who it was. You grunt as the silver dagger that shined brightly is dangerously close to your neck. You pierced yours in the shoulder, from the cloak to the inside clothes. A squelching sound.

“Who are you?” You grit your teeth, it fall back with pain, you pull out your dagger, and a screaming sound echoes. “Princess!” It was probably a servant, who then ran to call the guards. The figure picked up the silver dagger from the ground and pierced it in your thigh. You clenched your fingers, biting your lips in pain.

It took it out. “Quit it, show your identity if you’re a true warrior.” It pierced again at the Same place as you grunt, the wound expanding. Blood flowed on the castle floor. The figure pushed you away and stood Up, “I’m not.” You heaved, grunting as it ran and dashed away from your sight quicker than ever.

“And what do you want me to do about this?” Rina smiles at the king. “Kill her.” He scoffs, “We have tried that a few times, but it never worked. I better tell you to leave all this and find a good man for yourself,” he throws your handwritten letter which she brought; to the pit of fire lit. She clenched her jaw and fumed.

“And what if I do it?” The king looked up at her face. “What will you give me?” He exhaled, “whatever you want. Whatever you wish, I don’t care now. You kill her or not.” Rina gulped, trying to form her words right. “It does not matter to you because you don’t wish to take over Morana anymore. You’re all victims of her oppression now. She’s got you all under her thumbs, Jungkook, you, everyone.” Her chest heaves as she proceeds to say the words.

“I will kill her and help you take over Morana. But you promise to marry me your son.” He scoffs, his dark grey eyes all sinister. “If you had enough grace to seduce a young married man who doesn’t even sleep with his wife, you didn’t have to do all this.” Rina chuckles, “It does not matter anymore. Nothing matters now. I want him. And I’ll take him.”

The king shrugs, “There’s nothing I could rather do to help you, young lady. All I can say is be careful.”

You grunt, banging your fist on the ground, a few splashes of blood on your cheeks as you glare under the bright moonlight. “Rina.” You mutter teeth so tight in anger, chest stuffed. Eyes filled with angry tears, “y/n!” You heard jungkook’s voice.

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[rkivepetals]

The Great War | ch3

Summary: you may have won a war but there is still the battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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You fume in anger at his closed doors, “Useless jerks! All of them! Have no morals at all! Don’t even know how to respect a woman! A princess!” You say and grunt in the tight gown, walking in the silent, erotic darkened hallways. You sigh, shoulders slumped, you’ve no idea where to go. “Princess?”

A sudden, unfamiliar voice came as the man bowed to you. “Who are you?” You frowned, he slightly smiled, eyes down at the floor. “I am servant Jemmy, prince’s close person.” You blinked, “you mean his servant?” He nodded, “Yes, princess.” He cleared his throat, slowly looking up, not to look unprofessional.

“My apologies princess but, why are you here all alone at midnight?” You sighed, trying to make up an excuse, “Well, I was looking around the castle.” You clear your throat, “I heard that there are around five forts in Kyrell, they must have different names.” You banter around the topic, “Well, yes. There is. This one is Caenleigh Fort. The others are…well. I don’t honestly know.”

He chuckled, nervously as you smiled awkwardly and nodded. “It’s fine.” You both stuck there, awkward, a little weirded out even. “Err…well…” he scratched his cheek, “if you wish to sleep somewhere else for the night, you can go there.” He points behind you as you follow his finger and look at the small area that looks like a balcony. Moonlight sunk comfortably there.

“Oh.” You blinked, then looked back at Jemmy. His milky skin, soft smile as he blinked. “What are you doing this late at night, Jemmy?” He chuckled, “I was trying to choose an outfit for the prince, but then I realised it might be inappropriate to disturb him and you so I was returning to my room. Then I met you.” You hummed, fanning yourself with the fan you were handed before.

“Right. He’s…well. You can go ahead and check if you wish.” You say, leaning on the wooden pillars of the staircase. He shook his head, “The prince hates when someone disturbs him after he’s in his chambers, so I certainly cannot. I should’ve been careful, princess. But due to the celebration dinner and preparations, I forgot.” You chuckled, “it’s fine. You should sleep now, it’s very late.”

He nods, “Right.” He bows, then standing straight, “Are you sure you will be comfortable sleeping there, princess? Should I—“ “I’m fine, Jemmy.” He nods, “Okay. I’m in the kitchen if you need anything, call me if you do.” You nod, “I will. Good night.” You greet him as he nods and bows once again, “Good night, princess.” And he left.

You sigh. “What shame. The servants will sniper about the inside business now.” You say and walk to the place Jemmy told you about. You inhaled the air, “something about the air of Kyrell….” You say and stand by the moon, who blessed you with its bluish spotlight. “It stinks betrayal.”

You sighed and looked at the area meant for sitting and having tea. “They don’t have one single woman to sink with this tea ceremony luxury, I’m sure men don’t drink tea here.” You say, yawning at the spotless long armchair meant to soak in the afternoon sunlight. You sat, pillows beneath your back as you lay out your sore, painfully cold feet.

The gown cages you in your skin as you grunt take another pillow beneath your head and fold your hands, closing your eyes and yawning one last time before you fall asleep.

“Princess! Princess y/n!” You gasped and sat up, taehyung frowning at you in concern. He knelt, “why are you sleeping here?” It took you a bit to process who Taegyung was, and why you slept wherever you slept. You Sigh, rubbing your eyes and standing up. Clearing your throat loudly, “I was aiming for some fresh air.”

You say and eye down to your husband talking with soldiers at the very far distance in your sight. “The sun hasn’t risen yet. I was passing by and I noticed you here…” You squint at jungkook’s figure. “He will pay.” Taehyung blinked, “sorry?” You smiled, turning your head towards him as three of your bones cracked when did so. Taehyung looked down and then quickly looked up.

It took all his body and soul to not chortle loudly. It’s not like he didn’t feel bad, but either way, it was just sort of a bit hilarious that the presumptive ‘female army commander’ is this awkward. It was sort of adorable too. “Taehyung!” You say, he nods. Listening attentively, “Does the court sits down today?”

He frowned, “I think…they do.”

Jeong-ho sits on his throne, the court members bowing in respect as he clears his throat. “Please proceed with the court.” He announced, “The first request is from—“ The minister frowned, fixing his glasses, and clearing his throat. “Princess y/n…” the court frowned as you walked in the same circle you were held in tomorrow. Taehyung quietly whimpers and tries to make himself invisible.

Jungkook squints his eye, “what does she want now?” He murmured, and the king raised his brows. “Princess? Why are you here?” He asked as you sighed, “Well. How can I start?” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “me. The only crown princess of Kyrell was thrown out of my chambers by my lawfully, legal, wedded husband! Prince Jeon jungkook!” The court gasped, and Jungkook widened his eyes.

“Jungkook? Did you do it?” He stood up at the king’s question, flabbergasted at how such a thing could end up like this. “Yeah. I did.” He admits, the king sighs. “And what do you need, princess?” He questions, “I want personal chambers in this fort. I had to sleep on the balcony, on a sofa for the first night in Kyrell. I’m deeply, deeply disappointed.” You place your palm on your chest as the king shook his head.

“These are royal matters, this should be discussed in privacy. Not in court.” He announced, “Exactly! It’s a lawful sin to talk and leak private matters of the royal family!” Junglook points his finger at you as you nod, looking over at the king. “But I had no choice, Your Majesty. Did you know what he said to me last night in our bedroom?” The court gasps, “Bedroom matters?”

Taehyung gasped and covered his mouth. “Princess you’re crossing the line!” Jungkook yells loudly, “he said to either provide for him in bed or for his nation. How shameful!” Surprisingly, not a lot were that surprised. “There’s a thing called love! Winning of hearts! Intimacy of emotions! I’m not crossing the line, Your Majesty. The prince did it already last night and left me alone with this churning disappointment!” You sobbed in your palms, Jung kook stumbled out of his seat and walked towards you, “Y/n!”

He warns, “Jung kook!” The king yells as he halts his pace. You’ve angered him to the edge now. You wiped your tears and looked at the king, “I wish for a personal small room where I could at least sleep peacefully. That’s all. The rest is on you.” You say as jungkook scoffed, “Unbelievable!”

“Prince please sit down on your seat.” Jung Kook glared at you and took back his seat. The king cleared his throat, “the court decides to give personal chambers to princess y/n, apart from her husband and the crown Prince Jung Kook. Adjourned.” The ministers whispered as you smiled at Jung Kook, “Do the king not wish to have jury opinions?”

Taehyung asked as the king glared at him, “This is my own family’s Matter! And princess! This was your last warning, I’m forgiving you because you’re new to Kyrell! This type of behaviour is not acceptable in my nation, talking about personal matters in court is a sinful crime! You shall leave!” You nod and bow, “my apologies, your majesty.”

You turn around and take your steps out, rolling your eyes.

Jungkook strolled out of the court, “where is the princess?” He asked the maids, “Princess is on the third floor, in the queen’s chambers.” He frowned and climbed up, seeing you slowly examining your new chambers. You looked at his seethed steps, blood boiling. He glared at you, then at the empty chambers that have been being set according to you.

“Alone.” He commands as the servants slowly leave the room, giving you and his space. He gripped your arms, “didn’t know you could stoop that low, princess.” You smile, “You didn’t have to go and create a drama out of this, you know that right? My matters are not for you to use as entertainment in court.” You chuckled, “Did you enjoy it?”

He looked up and down at your face. You pushed him, examining the luxurious chambers, “I warned you, marrying me will be the biggest mistake of your life.” You turned and looked at him, “I forgot arrogance has beauty.” He said, “and beauty has insolence.” You remind, shrugging.

“This is just the start, if you don’t behave yourself with me, I will do worse things to you.” “Pfft. I don’t even want to be with you, princess. Stop living in delusions.” A vile smirk grew, “oh.” You say and walk towards the door, “Then leave.” You smiled, sweet. He looked at your face and then at the door, “So you prefer avenge?”

“Always.”

You open it this time, he scoffed and walked out. You sigh in relief, but he comes back. Steps back, closing the door. You raised your brows, “Since we’re playing useless games…” “No, we’re not, I already won.” He clicked his tongue, “I’d love to see you, downstairs, in the strategy room, would want to see more of how perfectly you could defend.” You huffed, “I told you I am not the army commander.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You are. And if you’re not, I will make you one.” You smiled, fake and wide. He giggled under his breath, “And if you don’t come, I will take you my way.” You rolled your eyes, “go and do your prince work!” You say and close the door. Sighing against it, thinking what could he even do to take you between men and make you fight his stupid nation?

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[rkivepetals]

The Great War | ch.25

Summary: you may have won a war but there are still battles you lose.

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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You exhaled, you’re back. What a shame. You still remember that betrayal when you saw yoongi standing in the windows, with no weapon, watching you go. Don’t think you’ll say that word again. Your fist clenched in visible anger, eyes finding back those salt lakes. were you so terrible?

It hurts even more thinking how he’d probably never think of you anymore. Sometimes you just don’t know what to say but you can hold, he could hold. Hold, this ugly hell of a face in his palms and tell you to stay. Stay with him, “ugh.” You sniffed, wiping the constant tears that seethed through your burning gaze at the chandelier. “Maybe he never loved me.”

So you justified it.

You exhaled, sitting up. You and Jungkook arrived pretty late at night in the castle, it’s turning into a frosty morning. You haven’t met anyone yet. You walked up to the window, a freezing breeze shuddering you throughout. You slightly frowned, seeing a grave in the distance. “Grave?”

You gulped and shut the windows that did nothing but make you just enough sorrowful to kill yourself. You walked away as your doors opened, you looked up from your lashes and saw Jungkook. “I need to show you something.” You sigh. “I’m tired.” He held your wrist and pulled you with him, “leave me!”

Your screech echoes in the empty castle as he dashes with you through the stairs and yanks your wrist in front of a tree. “You asked what have I done for you. This is what I did for you.” He was huffing as you stood stunned in your position. The first rays of the sun cast morning glory on your cheeks as your eyes leak acid rain. There was a grave beside the tree, with Taehyung’s name written over it.

You frowned, “he was my best friend!” Jungkook clenched his fists, nose turning red. His eyes filled with tears as you slowly walked near the grave, tracing your finger. “I killed him for you!” You drop to your knees, fingers clenching in a numb fist, and you gasp. Your tears fell, like a river, like a burst all at once.

Your fingers found your mouth, muffling your roaring Sobs as you wailed. You feel like a murderer. A criminal. A killer. Killer of softness, dreams, those brown eyes, that familiar square smile, your tears drop one by one on your lap. You won’t ever see him again. What a aching goodbye.

Love slipped beyond his grasp, he let it take all over him, his mind, his body, his soul. Your teeth bit your lip, drawing in blood, your shaky fingers over the dried lilies, your breathing weaving, all of a sudden the day looked haunting and your heart ached like a child without her mother. You held on your chest standing up, gaze hazy with all these emotions over you.

It should’ve been better if he just took your life than to leave you with such heavy grief to carry in this life.

Your fingers clutching as you snuff, Jungkook wiping his swelled eyes and holding your arms to help you not fall. You looked at him and the next thing you knew was his arms around you. He hugged you. You gulped took your shaky arms around his wide shoulders and hugged him back. It was heavy, full of tears, you sobbed.

You can’t even blame him for anything. And he can’t blame anything on you. It was none’s fault. Yet, you both played extensive portions in killing your best friend. “I can’t do this.” Jungkook’s voice mutters as low as a cloud swishing across the sky. He needed to have a hug, all these lonesome little things he was experiencing every day that pushed him to the edge took his soul out and squeezed it in his palm.

So so painful but so meritorious.

You gulped, you have no words anymore. So you just pat his back, heartbreaking in creaks with little thumps sent to your brain which has your tears flowing in episodes. You’ll be getting over this your whole life. This is what you were scared of. And all your fears happened, in a timeline, one after another, people leaving you, back and back again. Your spine shot up a Brain-numbing pain as you fell limp in his arms with your eyes closed.

Your fingers curled in your drawer. The letter from taehyung. With his wax seal. His handwriting, his signature. You took a gulp full of rotten blood and took your hairbrush out, shutting the drawer close. Detangling your hair, the tangles of lies and pain. It stuck in your air, your eyes filled with tears, yanking it out just as someone knocks. You sniffed, “Come in.”

The door opened as a girl walked in with a beaming smile, her eyes sparkly, “good afternoon princess.” She tried her best to not get too excited or loud when she spoke to you, you gave her a small smile. “Good afternoon.” She licked her lips, her eyes expanding at your wooden comb that had diamonds on it, she tried her best to not gaze at it too long.

Or your face. You were so damn beautiful to her. She has never seen a princess in her entire life. “I-I um eh…the king and prince are waiting for you to lunch together.” She says, her cheeks are a bit blushy when your smile widens. “Who are you?” You asked, standing up from your bed. “Arabella…I’m new here!”

You took the comb and walked to her, her eyes expanded further and further at your dirty silk gown that flared through. taking her soft long fingers and placing the comb in her palms, she gasped and shook her head, “it’s-it’s fine.” “Keep it.” You smiled, “I hope to see you around, Bella.” She buzzed with excitement nodding her head like a child, “Me too princess!”

“You haven’t changed your clothes yet?” Jungkook looked up at you when his father pointed out your outfit as soon as you were seen. You sigh and shake your head, “I woke up a few minutes ago.” He hums, “Have a seat, princess.” The chair screeches against the carpets softly as you sit beside Jungkook, the servants taking their cue to serve you your lunch. “The family meal usually happens at dinner.”

You say as he nods, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he stands up, you look at him as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it. “The castle finally feels like a home with a woman so beautiful in it.” He says and pats your back in a fatherly manner. You sigh, looking back at your food.

A muddy thick soup or maybe curry with a few pieces of meat and bread by your side. “We held it today at lunch since you’ve returned. We are so very glad you’re healthy and alive princess. Make sure you rest enough.” The king says as you nod, “Sure I will.” Jungkook stayed silent throughout, though he stole glances at how you’re not eating at all.

“It’s a duck.” Your face scrunched, the king laughs. You just felt like not eating at all now. “Serve her some fruits and make something else meanwhile.” The cooks and servants nodded and strolled around like panicked insects to put out a plate full of chopped fruits as soon as they could and you could already smell something cooking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

You say as they look between the three royals, “You didn’t even have breakfast.” Jungkook says, sipping wine as you sigh, Took a piece of watermelon, and eat it. The juices flowed through you in a savoury sweet taste with a slight crunch. It was flavorsome. The whole meal together was mostly quiet and delicious, the king tried to hang in with the conversations, you replied shortly and Jungkook stayed quiet mostly.

“You know the best part of ruling a kingdom, princess?” You looked up at him, tasting the slightly sour grape in your throat and nodded your head, listening. “You don’t let things get to you. If you make a plan or a decision that didn’t go the way you wished, you act like it never happened.” You chuckle softly, the sour turns bitter.

“Taehyung…” you say as both the male's attention laid on you, scornful and concerned. “Did it get investigated? His death?” You looked at Jungkook, “he would never do that by his own will.” Jungkook sighed, lowering his gaze disappointingly. Your heart shatters, “he’s a criminal.”

The king’s voice now stern spoke to you, “he tried to kill you, princess. He tried to hurt a royal and those who do that don’t get respect even after punishment.” He says as you look down at your platter of fruit. Your fingers clenching on your lap, no matter how much you tried to deny it, he was there, right behind you, shooting an arrow at you. You scoff, “You’re right.”

Still, can’t help but feel the utter horror of witnessing something like this. He hums, standing up, “All alright, I’ll leave you two both alone now.” He ends his sentence with a laugh, “It finally feels great here.” You huffed as the cackling laughter of the man echoed back in the luxury and finally quieted down. You glanced at Jungkook and took another piece of fruit in your mouth.

He’s done with his meal, though he still sat intact. “Do you want me to serve something for you, your majesty?” The servant asks him as he shakes his head, cutely scrunching his nose, “Nothing.” She nods her head and leaves, he grabs a piece from your plate. You slightly frowned, “do you want to go do archery a bit?”

You shook your head, “I don’t feel like it.” He takes another one from your plate, you glared at your plate at his quick hands. That strawberry was yours. And also the way he chews so loudly. You take one for yourself. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun. Also,” he frowns, picking up your gown, and gulping his bite. “What are you wearing? You need new clothes.”

You huffed and looked at him, “I just didn’t take a bath yet, that’s it.” He shook his head, “No you do. Just look at the same shaded and this fucking design, I’m bored to see you in the same outfit every day,” he steals another one from your plate. You gasped, “This is Moranaian culture!”

He sneered, “I’ll tell the servant to call a tailor for you. This is terrible.” You slapped his hand before he could steal another one. “Just take an apple!” He pouts, taking an apple. “And you’re very rude.” He sighs, lingering around you. “I’m just honest.” “No, you’re rude.” The loud crunch of his apple echoes.

“I’m not.”

“Eat first, for god's sake.”

“I am not rude.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Huh.”

He blinks, your hair slightly fraying with the breeze that went past through him. You glanced up at him, “your mouth is open.” His cheeks reddened as he awkwardly closed it and chewed the rest of the bite, staring at his teeth imprinted on the perfect red apple. He cleared his throat, “If you come down for the archery practice, you can meet the soldiers too. They miss you.”

You walked side by side, “thank god you changed.” You frowned, “shut up will ya?” He smiles at your irritated comeback. “You’re pretty good at archery. that day in Morana? You had my heart in your palm, holy ghosts.” You smirk proudly, “I always do.” Jungkook doesn’t understand this feeling, but it’s similar to what he felt when his mother kissed him on his warm forehead.

Or when he saw you for the first time, or when he won a war. He smiles sweetly, “It was the tension, you did nothing.” You narrow your brows, offended. “I planned everything. I knew you’d come.” His fingers brushed past you as you cleared your throat your throat. “You had so much trust in me, thank you princess?”

He peeked at your face, you rolled your eyes. “The day you’ll drop this silly thing is the day you win.” He shrugged, “I’ve already won.” “Oh? How so?” You stop and look at him, hands on your chest, folded in a demanding way. “Because I took you back.” Your face flattens, you don’t know how to feel.

He gave you a small smile before he walked further, moving a strand of hair from your eye as you involuntarily stepped back. He laughs lowly, eyes glued to his back.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You remind yourself, huffing and running after him, then slow your pace once beside him. He glanced at you, then at the front. Coexisting in the same, heart-throbbing feeling. “Winters are near.” You said, stealing a glance, “Yes it is.” He replies, your lips curl slightly as you rub your arms.

“Just shoot. You’ve been doing that for so long.” You complain, hands on your waist as jungkook squints at his aim for the millionth, “If you take this much time midst a battle your corpse would be ashamed of you.” He puts down his arch and arrow, looking at you. “Too far.”

You smirked, “you like it?” He sighs, pressing his lips, “I’m trying to improve my concentration.” He announced as you took the arrow and threw it without the archer, he stared at you then at your arrow on the tree. “It wasn’t on aim.” “But it’s somewhere!” You snatch the arrow and arch, “Move!”

You push him to the side, “Do you want some more apples?” You squint at the apple and almost shoot the arrow when you feel his breath on your neck. “That one?” “Which one?” You whisper, gripping the arrow tight, his hands move above yours as he squints, moving your hands, and you breathe heavily. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Not.”

“Do it, princess.”

You grit your teeth, “you…” you huff, he smirked, “You smell pretty good.” His fingers found yours around the arrow as he slowly started to remove them. “Shoot.” He whispers like a siren, “I hate you.” And it shot. The apple fell on the grassy land as you sighed in relief. Looked at him awkwardly who still stood beside you, back and chest stuck like glue.

“There were four eyes on that apple. There’s no way we were failing.” He shook his head as he walked there to pick it up. You gulped, looking down at his archer and threw it on the ground. “Whatever!” He laughs at your pissed expression, you rolled your eyes. “You sound like a clown!” “Glad I do!”

“What is it that you want to talk about alone, Rina?” Jeongho’s voice echoes in his bedroom as Rina collects herself. “I have something to show you.” The king turned his head, she handed him a letter. He frowned, “what is this?” Rina looked, full of cunningness. “Just open it.”

His fingers open the letter, face flattening from a frown to a stern glare. “I found this when the prince got shot a few months ago. She was trying to send a letter to Morana.” Her hard steps came cowardly as he looked up. “And what do you want me to do about this?” She smiles.

You exhaled, and dropped on your bed, hair still wet. It feels so relaxing now that you can just sleep, no family dinner bullshit today. Hah. Just when your plans for the night were finally starting your doors opened, “Princess.” You frowned and stood up from your bed, walking as a man bowed his head, and came after him was jungkook. “What is this?”

“Tailor.” And came after him were several servants with big rolls of different types of clothes. You groaned, “What are you doing!?” He leaned on one of the walls, taking in the room, “he will sew your new clothes.” You held your head, “came from Rome. Very popular.” You sigh, “I need to take your measurements.”

He says as jungkook nods, you step back. “No.” The smiley tailor frowned slightly, “I…don’t let any man touch me like that.” You avoided their gaze as jungkook exhaled, walking towards you and taking the measuring tape, “I’ll do it.” Your mouth falls apart, he circles it around your waist before you can step back, “What—what are you even—“ “I’m your husband.”

Your fingers curled in a twisted feeling. “It starts with length.” The tailor says as his assistant with a quill, ink bottle and paper writes your measurements. Jungkook’s thumbs press on your shoulders, as he bends down and you feel his finger on your toe. The tailor bents and checks the number, saying something you can’t understand to his assistant.

“Now the neck.” Jungkook got up, your cheeks in a furious shade of red when his hand removed your slightly wet hair out of the way and circled the tape around your neck, “Here.” He asks, fingers on your collarbone. You don’t say anything, avoiding his gaze, “here?” He goes further down, you still don’t say anything.

His fingers slide further, right above your cleavage, “here—“ “there.” He smirks, moving his fingers a bit up, letting the tailor see it again. “Now the shoulders.” His hand effortlessly moves and his thumbs press on your shoulder blades, the tailor bites it down. “Breast.”

Your nails dig holes in your palm, the servants giggling within themselves. Jungkook scoots closer, the heel of your feet in contact with the bed, tape around your breast, your breath hitched, stiffened. He holds it, between your— “I—” he says the number to the tailor, not letting him watch your breast squeezed between a thin tape. “Waist.”

He leaves the tight hold on the tape with a snap, moving it down to your waist. Circling it effortlessly, letting the Tailor watch the number. “Hips.” Hands right on your ass, you fumed, humiliated. “You-“ “twenty-eight.” “We are done.” Jungkook removes the tape, teasingly scooting closer before he turns around to face the tailor, you fell. On the bed. With red cheeks and frustrated yelling all buried in a fastened heartbeat in your chest.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow, princess.” He mutters before the tailor proceeds to show you the materials.

The morning came a bit warm, which you preferred. You were in the stables, petting reeve and checking up on horses of the soldiers tied. “You wanna go in the town?” You asked fingers dug into shiny black fur as you smiled at her. She lowly neighs, “princess.” Your fingers curl a bit in her fur as you glance at Jungkook walking towards you.

His skin was golden and shiny in the first rays of the sun, and your heart fastened for No whatsoever reason. Hair similar to Reeve’s; shiny and black. Soft. Unlike yours. You’ve had pretty rough and dry hair from the start. “What is it?” He squints at you, handing you a letter. You walk near and take the letter, the wax seal already opened.

“You’re removed from the court.” You frowned and looked up, “me?” You scoffed, it didn’t affect you, because to be honest, it did not matter anymore. Really. But again, the school…you sigh and bite your lower lip, looking up at Jungkook. He exhaled, “I’ll try my best to help you build the school.” Unintentionally, as if he heard your thoughts.

You smiled, a smile so slow and lingering as if a flower bloomed. He smiled himself, eyes endeared at your form. “Thanks, I guess. But I think…” you exhaled, chest heaving. “You now know better than anyone else.” He blinks, he knows what you mean. Of going his own way, thinking himself, and it’s better that way. He knows now.

“Okay.” He smiles at you, squinting.

You nod your head, squinting, at his face.

“You want to go in the town, together?”

You laugh. He probably has a talent for reading minds.

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The Great War | ch.24

Summary: ‘I hope you kill him.’

Pairing : princess!femreader x princewarrior!jungkook.

Genre: royal au, medieval romance, literally the whole song ‘the great war’ by t.swift, gore, wartime, action, female hysteria, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, the fmc is a BADASS, angst etc.

Rating: rated pg16

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Echoes. The echoes of anklets were the first thing Jungkook heard when he woke up. He sensed your perfume as he fluttered his eyes open to look up at you who held a hot knife and pressed it against his wound. He grunts, “How does it feel?” He breathed heavily, “amazing.”

You looked at his face, he laid bare, a smirk on his face to see you alive and breathing finally. You pressed it again, harsher this time as he grits his teeth, grunting at the burn on his fresh wound. You took it away, “now?” “I’m—I’m…” he breathes heavily, couldn’t speak without breathing tensely at the pain. “I’m honoured, princess. Touch me again.”

You scoffed and pressed it again but he held your wrist and stood right up at the bed. He looked into your eyes, and you sharply glared. “How does it feel to see death so close?” You whisper he smirks, looking at your face up and down. “Ethereal.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “unreal.” You free your wrist and walk the other way, “how are you—“

“Still alive? Yeah. Taehyung failed again.” Your eyes teared as jungkook’s smile dropped down. You went through his small bag of things, taking your dagger and throwing that bag to him, “go back! I don’t wish to see you again!” You say and examine your dagger before you try to leave. “One chance.”

You looked at him, “once last chance, princess.” He walks to you, “If I go back, I either go dead or with you.” You open your dagger and press it against his throat, “don’t even think about it. Go and prepare yourself for a war.” You say as blood slightly leaks through his thick neck skin as he holds your wrist and presses you against the door, switching positions and pressing the dagger against your throat. “Now that I’ve seen you so close I’m not going without you. No matter what happens. Even if I have to fight my way to take you back.”

You glared, “Go home, Jungkook! You have tried to kill me! Every one of your people has done nothing but make me regret this damn marriage of yours and mine! Betrayers, predators, killers! You all did nothing but use me to my limit!” The way your voice weavers makes his hold loosen on you. He puts down the dagger, the glossy tears in your eyes making his heart sink into a deep hole.

“I thought you would change! But you stood the same, you let your best friend try to kill me! Do you know what happened when my father tried to kill my mother?” You asked as you walked closer to him who slowly walked back. “He was burnt to the ashes.” You say as he holds your arm. “I’m willing to! I will do anything to protect you!”

“I don’t need your protection!” His fingers loosen yet again, “then what do you want? What do you need?” His voice was softer this time, you stared at him. What do you need? You need lo— you huff, snatching the dagger and running out of the room as you shut the door in his face. You breathed heavily, “are you okay?”

You looked up at Lora and yoongi, he stared at the door sharply. “I’m…I’m fine.” You say licking your dry lips, pushing your hair back. Loralie held your arms and removed a few strands of hair from your face. “What does he have to say?” “He wants me to go back with him.” Yoongi took his dagger and lurched it to the door but Lora stopped him.

“Yoongi! He’s still our guest. If we try to hurt him now means nothing but our cowardliness. Y/n has taken her revenge, we are no one to hurt him anymore.” Yoongi glares at the door before he walks away, irritated. Loralie sighs, placing her hand on your shoulders as you both walk in the castle hallways. “I know what you feel right now is valid, and I understand that. But you should also know he is your husband after all, maybe if you give him one more chance things could change, and he could love you.”

You exhaled and looked at her, “I don’t think anything could be changed.” “Have you let him explain himself?” You gulped, “no. Or more like he has nothing to say.” “Still, give him a chance to at least explain his actions.” She softly caressed your hair. “He’s our guest and I’ll be respecting him as long as he stays here. I’m not forcing you to go with him but just reconsider your decision. That’s it.” She says and kisses your head before she walks away.

The door of the room he was kept in opens with a screech as you turn to stare at him still half naked from before you huff and walk away in the hallways. Jungkook leaned on the door and folded his hand. “What if I just win your heart?” You halt in your tracks, fingers curling into fists as you exhale with your heart involuntarily thumping loudly. “That is impossible for a man like you.”

He raised his eyebrows, “If I don’t take you back home with your mutual consent and will then just kill me here.” You rolled your eyes, continuing in your steps. “Too suicidal for this age!” You say as he chuckles, heart at ease. At least you’re alive, and you’re still the same. You didn’t wish to smile but it accidentally crept so you bit it down.

The maids laughing at a half-naked Jungkook and you smiling to yourself. You grumbled, “Wear a shirt!” You yelled as the maids quickly ran away he frowned at you and shut his door. You scoff and roll your eyes before you walk down the stairs.

You eat, with your legs folded over the chair, with your hands, rice as you look up at Jungkook walking beside you, “Good evening, prince! You came at the right time.” You glared at Lora as she just ignored you. you sip your wine wipe your fingers and get up as soon as he sits down next to you. He held your wrist, “come. Have dinner with me?”

You squint at him, then at Lora who looked at you both with her sparkling eyes. You freed your hand, “no.” You grumbled and walked away, cursing how your dinner was ruined now, Jungkook sighed. Adjusting himself on the seat beside your empty one, the servants started serving him. Loralie sighs, “I’m sorry she’s a little…mad at you.”

He nods his head, “I know.” He folded his sleeves and started to eat. Lora smiles to herself, the last time he came to take you there was an air of mockery around Jungkook. This time it feels like there’s an entirely new person sitting instead of the same old crown prince of Kyrell. “I’m glad you came to meet her.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t. I…thought she was dead.” Her face softens a little, “yeah. That night truly was a nightmare for us. Yoongi wanted to kill you, and that guy who tried to do—“ “Taehyung. It was his name. He’s dead.” Loralie sips her wine, “that’s great that he is. Who was he?” Lora knew who he was, yoongi told her everything and had his plan laid out wide on a map to take over Kyrell.

It was her command to stop. To not go. Even though Lora wanted things to be more mutual considering you were their princess, there’s still a hint of regret in her heart that, she was scared for you and your future. “He was my best friend.” She exhaled, not saying anything. She was not the one to be comforting a grown adult who let his best friend kill his wife.

“I killed him.” Jungkook stares at his plate of blue ceramic. She sips her wine, oh how the tables have turned. “Hope you have a great meal, prince.” She serves him more with a smile.

After his dinner, Jungkook walks on the general balcony of the castle. It was similar to his own but this was wider. “Come on! Go put her down!” Your voice echoes as he frowns and looks down at you assisting girls who were fighting. “Ankle! Hold her ankle!” What looked like a thirteen-year-old struggled to hold the ankle of the other one as you held her hand and helped her hold it firmly, “Down!”

She threw the other one with a thud on the ground. “Very good!” You pat their backs as they breathe heavily, “I want to try now!” “Princess!” You looked at your students, one of them pointing up. “Someone is watching us.” You frowned and looked up, frown flattening, Jungkook claps. “Amazing.”

He mouths as you roll your eyes, “Is he your Prince Charming?” You cringed, “what? There’s no such thing as a charming prince, at least for me.” “No, but he’s good-looking.” The one who was thrown stands up, removing any mud from her clothes. “Whatever.”

You murmured and huffed, “Let’s go who’s next?!” Two more girls line up as they fight with each other and you assist them. “If you can’t hold the ankle then just simply strangle the neck, like this.” You place the shorter one’s hand on the other one, “Make your grip firm, we aren’t killing here, we just want to weaken the opponent by making it hard for them to breathe.” You place your hand above her and knock the other girl down.

She groaned, and you frowned, “are you hurt?!” She softly nods her head, holding her arm as you sigh. You checked, “It’s just a hit nothing more. Come on get up, take your avenge.” You pat their backs and watch them fight. “Do you feel at ease making children fight with each other?” You yelped when you heard someone talking behind you, you sighed in relief seeing it was him.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, “They’re too young for this.” He says and folds his hand on his buffed chest. “I’m not teaching them how to fight to kill innocent people, it’s basic defence every female should know under my eyes. Especially if they get husbands like you.” He frowned, offended.

“That was so mean. And I still win despite your basic self-defence.” He says as he examines the situation of the two girls. You stood ahead of him, blocking his view. “Go home.” You say as he slightly pouts, “but I wish to watch—“ “They’re uncomfortable. I don’t like it when a grown-ass man watches two girls fight each other in short skirts.” He sighs, “Okay, never mind.”

He pushes you aside, “everyone! The class is over for now! I’m taking your princess for the night?” You frowned, “What!? No, it’s not! You keep fighting! And you go back to your room!” You slightly push him as he holds your wrist and takes the pin from your hair, making it flare open. You tried to take it back, “give it back.”

He smirked, holding your both wrists and clutching them tightly and swiftly spun you, “Go and free yourself, princess. If you can, then this class continues, if you lose we are going home.” You huffed, staring at your students as their eyes sparkled. “Princess show him!” He laughs under his breath, “Wow what the fuck, after all, you showed your man buried inside of you.”

He placed his chin on your shoulder as you rolled your eyes and kicked his shaft, he groaned yet still held your wrist intact. You wiggle, groaning as you kick him again and free your wrists though he lurched forward yet again, you dodged all his ways to hold you. “What is it about me!?”

You screeched in frustration as he finally held your waist and knocked you down on the mud floor, you groaned, holding his neck and trying to switch positions. He breathed heavily, holding your neck, “You’ve worsened.” He whispers, you fumed, groaning viciously and switching sides, legs tangled with each other, Breathing mingled, eyes in the same familiar sharp glare, and a smile blooms on his face. “You’re back.”

He whispers as you scoff, knees beside his waist as you get on them, aiming to stand up but he pulls you back down, hand on your nape as you look into his greyish-black eyes. “Girls turn around.” Your fists clenched in anxiety, then his smile slowly fades when he discovers the wound on your neck. You still breathe heavily, fingers grazing over the back of your neck as his smile fell into the pit of his stomach.

You pushed him away, standing up with tense, limited breathing. “There’s far too many worse things than me right now, jeon.” You say before you tell me the Girls to go home.

yoongi sips his wine and removes his glasses, shutting off his work of papers and exhaling. Rubbing his eyes as he stretched his body and stared at the ceilings of his little office in the castle. The door knocks and then a sharp noise of opening, he sensed your perfume. He sighs and sits straight back up, you blinked.

“Why aren’t you to bed already?” He asks as he stares at the darkened sky from the window above his bed. You stare at the papers with the logo of Kyrell. “Do you want me to go?” It came like a sole whisper as if you wished he didn’t hear. He quieted down, even though he wasn’t saying his breathing echoes silenced. “It’s on you.”

Yoongi mutters quietly, your fingers clenched slightly. “Won’t you tell me to stay?” Your chest fumed with disappointment, won’t he say ‘don’t go’? He gulped and stood up, hands in his pockets, clenching your bracelet with his dear life inside. “I’m no one to tell you anything.“ you fumed, eyes fluttering.

“I hope you kill him.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly at your words. You gulped, holding in tears. “I hope you kill him before he takes me. Because I have given up.” You say, anklets ringing as he finally turns his head to look at you but you are already walking out. You stop in your tracks, turning your head to him. “And remember, if you don’t do it this time then don’t ever expect anything from me. Never. This is your last chance.”

He frowns, the gloss in your eyes making him speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. You’re his wife! He holds his head, “You’re crazy y/n!” He yells, “fuck you!” He heard the echoes as he chuckled breathlessly.

Jungkook raised his brows, feeling the juices of a perfectly ripe plum on his lips as he stared at you who stared dead eyes in his own. “It’s not some sort of strategy right?” you rolled your eyes exhaling. “What is your problem?” “What is your problem princess?” “Shut up okay?” He laughs lowly at your pissed face.

You frowned, “what is this? A joke to you? if you don’t want to take me then fine!” You banged your hands on the wooden table placed in his room and stood up, “Watch me kill you right now.” He sneered at his plum and stood up, following you and holding your arms, “I can’t even tease you you’ve become so grumpy!” You huffed and freed your wrist as he smiled enchantingly at your face.

“You seem like a clown now.” You say and roam your eyes around his room and frown, “You’re so disgusting Jungkook! Throw the banana peels what the hell!?” You point at the pile of trash as his face reddens in embarrassment. “I was about to do that!” “Do right now you disgusting little prick!”

He grumbled, picking it up, “out. On your left, we have a dustbins here!” You kick his butt as he groaned, “calm down! I’m throwing okay!?” He cursed under his breath and went to throw. “Don’t do your trash work in my castle fucktard!” You yelled as he fumed, “Shut up okay!?” “You shut up! I’ll kill you!”

He stomped his feet watching you walk out. Then he sighs, folding his hand. Still, a little scowl on his face that slowly fades as he watches your gown flutter with air. “I’ll be getting over this my whole life.” He clicked his tongue.

“So you’re finally going back?” You glanced up at Loralie who filled you and Jungkook more wine with a soft smile. “yeah.” You say, continuing to devour your food. “Do you like the food here, prince?” Jungkook hums, “It’s nice. I do.” She smiles and looks at your scowled face. She sighs, “What’s up with you, honey? Why do you look so—“ “pissed?”

Jungkook blinks as she nods, “Yeah. Pissed.” You put aside your wine and glared at both of them. “God forbid a woman can't even eat without people making remarks!” You get up, glaring harshly at Jungkook, “It’s all because of you!” “I didn’t do anything.” “Yes, you did! You exist!”

You seethed as you walked away, “Finish your food before you go!” Lora shakes her head at your behaviour. “She’s so angry. God help her.” She serves herself some food as she stares at Jungkook who had his hand halted and was staring at you who was walking away. “and god help you too!”

You stared at the incoherent words of the book with a train of thoughts. So many things inside your head as you sigh. What you are doing is even right? “It’s wrong.” Your eyes snapped at Jungkook who held the book and turned it upside down in your hands. “You’re holding it the wrong way.”

You sigh, realising what he is talking about. You gulped, “What are you doing in my room and why didn’t you knock?” You say, rolling your eyes. He sat down at your bed the opposite way and stared around your room. “Your room is so small.” You offendedly frowned, “Don’t show off your rich pants here, shoo, go away.” He laughs, fully focusing on you.

Your fingers twist around the book just like your stomach. “But it’s comforting. And it smells like you.” You glanced up at him, “creepy.” He smiles, “Since you’re coming, why don’t you just do it happily?” You shut off the book and stared at him, “because I’m not happy. I’m not happy living with you or your fucking nation or anyone that slightly relates with you.” You say and get up from the bed as he stares at you, “what if I change that?”

You halt and look back at him, “how will you? How can you? My happiness comes from freedom.” He looked down at your crème sheets with flowers printed on them, “I don’t know But…even if you like someone I’m not letting you go.” You chuckle, “That’s freedom.” You whispered painfully before you dispersed in your bathroom.

He sighs, his fingers clenching, the pit of his stomach cold, “I’m never letting you go.”

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