#yoongi royal au
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renai I — myg
Plot: Yoongi grew up to be a loyal and ruthless Prince, feeling the tendrils of his destiny choking him since childhood. Until one night of conquest, he meets the mysterious princess of Tairuko and the world of Gods and Kings begins to show cracks.
Pairing(s): Demi-God Yoongi x Demi-Goddess OC (Name: Kiku)
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series (Interactive)
Word Count: 2k+
Genre: Fantasy AU | Gods & Goddesses AU
Tags & Warnings: war, violence, people being treated as spoils of conquest, forced arranged marriage, more tags will be stated in future chapters.
Authors Note: I’m so sorry for taking so long with posting this, I had a late night doing other things and didn’t have time to finish the final scene. Hope you enjoy this! I will also post a new poll for the next update tonight.
Tairuko was once a secret valley hidden from the eyes of the world. Until the eve of Princess Kiku’s twenty-first birthday, fires began to bloom at the edge of the valley. Warm yellow cut through the silvery light of the full moon. Warning bells rang of an invasion, led by the demi-god Prince of Haggu-mor.
Priestesses scurried Kiku to the High Temple. She was still draped in translucent white dresses and a diamond lace veil, traditional for royal birthdays. Double doors squeaked as the maidens were nearly sobbing from the sounds outside. Screaming, begging and roaring laughter resounded through the peaceful valley.
Kiku looked across the marble floors and peered at the silver status of Gekko, the Moon Goddess.
Hanggu-mor and Tairuko had been forced into an alliance as the Goddess of Seas, Bohna, struck a friendship with Gekko. The friendship fell apart when King Pavel took Bohna and she gave birth to the Prince. Yoongi was his name, Kiku remembered.
For twenty-one years, both kingdoms had been on chilling terms. That is until Yoongi’s military efforts became hard to ignore. He had taken his status as half-god and made it known painfully to the kingdoms that were invaded. Including her own.
Kiku took a deep breath and sat on the floor in front of Gekko. She quietly lit the candles and rested them on the lotuses as they floated calmly on the small ponds. A maiden was shaking next to her, jumping every time a loud bang resounded outside of the building. “Nothing will happen to you. I promise.”
The priestesses were the only people who understood that statement. Many peaceful Leaders had done it before to prevent any bloodshed.
Metal clanging resounded on the other side of the temple doors. Three maidens began to sob in one corner but Kiku only looked up at Gekko, praying for strength. The doors burst open to more raucous laughter and battle cries while the priestesses quickly protected the maidens, standing near Kiku. She gently picked a pink lotus from the pond.
Prince Yoongi was of small build but his aura reached and stained each wall of the temple. He had long blonde hair, gold and black robes draped over his body and a scar deeply cut down his right eye. “Sweet princess Kiku. Look at you all dressed up for the occasion.” His raspy voice sent a tingle down Kiku’s spine. “I don’t enjoy doing this. My father and mother were quite adamant on me taking on this conquest.”
Kiku stood up to her feet, fixing her gold bangles and veil before turning on her heel. She didn’t say anything. Simply walked closer to the prince and handed him the pink lotus.
His sharp, dark eyes pierced into the princess. Her dark hair glowed like gentle flame under the lanterns and she smelled of sweetness. “A gift for me?” Yoongi smirked.
“An offering,” said Kiku. “Your father and mother want me, yes?”
Yoongi looked her up and down. “They do.”
“Then you may have me. Leave this valley alone.” Kiku nodded behind her.
“That’d be a shame.” Yoongi’s voice descended to an eerie whisper. “This valley has many things that Hanggu-mor could enjoy.” He looked around the temple until his eyes finally stopped on Kiku, gaze glinting with hunger. “Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer just you. Personally anyway.” Yoongi softly accepted the lotus from her, purposely caressing her hand. He walked closer, leaning forward until his nose just hovered over hers. “Your chariot awaits, sweet princess.”
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Hanggu-mor was a grand kingdom sequestered in the ocean. The waves glimmered like deep sapphires under the rising summer sun. Kiku watched the crewmen banter and shout at each other at the docks. They were taken to the palace on a grand, open carriage. People had decorated it with blue flowers that Kiku didn’t know the name of.
Kiku watched this new kingdom through her sheer white veil. The people welcomed their beloved prince with cheers, pearls and flowers. He waved and beamed at the attention, glowing like he was competing with the sun itself.
Yoongi caught her eyes quickly, smirking in satisfaction. “This is what it’s like to have attention, sweet princess. Do you enjoy it?”
She immediately looked away. A group of children were climbing on each other to see the Prince. “Royalty works differently in Tairuko.”
“Ah yes, you are merely a daughter of Gekko.” Yoongi didn’t hide the mockery in his tone.
“You think my faith is wrong?”
Yoongi raised a brow. “I think Gods and Kings need to be cut down a peg or two.” There was no smile on his face at that time.
The carriage travelled uphill, past the bustling towns that smelled of fresh fish and salt. She saw women wearing layered dresses of silk and their hair tied in pins that glimmered like water travelled inside the gems.
The palace came into view. A grand structure of white stone and sapphire, sharp roofs and grand waterfalls rushed on the sides of the hill to the river in the lowlands.
A crowd of guards surrounded the arriving carriage. Through the blue metal gates, they were welcomed by lotus ponds and Water Nymphs giggling in their shining dresses. They whispered of her. They knew she had come from Tairuko. The strange, hidden land that held ancient Nymphs and magical creatures.
As the carriage stopped, the guards moved not a muscle. They waited for Yoongi to leave the carriage and walk to Kiku’s side. He opened the carriage and held her hand, escorting her to the entrance of the palace.
The tiles were decorated in beautiful mosaics and most of the palace was left open air, the wet and cool breeze from the sea made the inner gardens dance. A placid pool centred most of the courtyards and Water Nymphs lounged in them, some also bathed in them.
The private room was just past this pool. From the open windows, Kiku saw the low lying towns and their rice farms. Rivers vectored around each cluster and a distant view of the grand ocean peeked behind the lush mountains.
On their left sat King Pavel in this beautiful sapphire and rose quartz throne. Four consorts lounged on mats near him, glistening in pearls and transparent dressing. The King was not quite a picture of his subjects. His skin was saggy and sharp, his eyes a blue turning milky white, his robes were barely hanging onto his thin body and his grey beard reached down to his navel.
If there were resemblances between the King and his two sons then Kiku would’ve never guessed.
Pavel attempted a thin smile, making the hairs of his beard lift. “Son…welcome home.” He held his arms out, standing from the throne and pulling Yoongi into a hug.
“It’s good to see you, father.” Yoongi had a distinct affectionate voice but here, it was formal. All this affection was for the convenience of showing off.
Those sharp blue eyes flickered to Kiku.
“My, look at you.” Pavel padded closer, standing over her at full height but bending his crackling back to examine her properly. “So the rumours are true. People of Tairuko are of unimaginable beauty.” He gave her a full-toothed smile and Kiku caught a whiff of makgeolli in his breath.
“The princess insisted on leaving Tairuko alone in exchange for her.” Yoongi nodded towards her.
“I expected so.” Pavel chuckled and Kiku felt her stomach twist. “It’s fine. Tairuko is but a measly town compared to the only blood daughter of Gekko. She’s a stubborn wench, that Goddess.”
Anger flared in Kiku’s chest. “She chose a man she loved and fought against being taken. It’s not stubbornness.”
“A God with only one child is a weak God in our world, child.” Pavel grinned again, the smell of his breath nearly bringing Kiku to tears. “She protected you too much and now look at you.”
“Father,” Yoongi quickly interrupted. “Shall we move on? My legs are tired.”
“Ah, yes of course.” Pavel nodded.
“Since the Prince found Tairuko, perhaps he should take the moon princess as his wife.” One of the favourites spoke, waving her glimmering silver fan gently over her soft face. “As a reward.”
“You can’t leave me out of this grand occasion.” Another sweeter voice spoke.
At the corner of the throne room, next to Pavel’s chair, was the second son. Prince Hoseok looked more like a younger Pavel than Yoongi did. While Yoongi held the dark eyes and blonde hair of his mother, Hoseok had the black hair and sharp blue eyes of his father.
Hoseok was the human child of Pavel and the old Queen Alyona. Kiku didn’t hear much of him outside of family connections but the man held himself as if the world was in his grasp.
“After all, you promised a prize from Tairuko, brother.” Hoseok pouted, in such a natural way, like it was his habit from a young age. Especially towards his older brother.
For the first time since Kiku had seen him, Yoongi look reluctant. “I’ve brought many jewels and creatures from Tairuko that you might enjoy.”
“Now Yoongi, you’ve never been a lover of marriage.” Pavel had been waiting to defend his younger son.
Hoseok was the lesser-known and lesser loved son of Pavel. However, Pavel had more control over Hoseok as opposed to Yoongi, who had a much more powerful mother. If the daughter of Gekko were married to Yoongi, the power dynamic would topple. If Kiku was married to Hoseok, a mortal, she would be demoted to a Prince’s wife.
It was also a simple case of favouritism. Yoongi was a far more impressive royal and the people adored him more than their current King.
Whatever the reason, Kiku felt her stomach sink. She knew neither of them but Yoongi had the influence of his mother. At the very least, she could be safe around him. Hoseok was an unpredictable force. The way he had his eyes pierced on her, Kiku was nothing but a trophy he had to have.
“Perhaps my heart’s changed, Father. Do not make me ache so deeply.” Yoongi tried to have a lighthearted tone.
Kiku was struggling to keep her courage. The only thing comforting her is Pavel’s twitching right eye, proving that the power dynamic was already so vulnerable. Its instability thrummed in the air like eerie music.
“But I missed out on all the fun. Otherwise, I would’ve taken a trophy myself but you only got pious priestesses.” Hoseok gestured with a grimace. “I guess I could take one of them.”
Kiku could feel the two priestesses freeze at the notion. “I’d rather not marry the man who terrorised my kingdom,” she spoke quickly.
Pavel gave a false apologetic look. “It would be a little painful, wouldn’t it?” He looked over at Yoongi, not hiding any of his satisfaction from Kiku’s sudden interruption. “You’re not a man to force anyone’s hand, Yoongi. Especially innocents.”
Yoongi tightened his jaw and placed his hands behind his back. “No, Father.” Immediately, he switched to a smile at Hoseok. “You have my blessing.”
Hoseok’s face brightened. Not quite like the sun itself but a glare of shine against metal. It was laced with greed and hunger as he jumped to his feet and rushed to Kiku.
She felt like a doll gifted to the Prince. It wasn’t too far off from the way Hoseok circled her and touched her veil. He finally stood in front of her, leaning forward to take a close look at her face.
“You have pretty lips,” he said.
Kiku attempted a smile. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
“She’s quite small for a demi-goddess.” Hoseok tilted his head. “But you’ll be able to have lots of children.” He threw that statement so loosely, that Kiku wondered if the man knew what having offspring meant.
Kiku glanced over at Yoongi who did not look angry at all. She expected a sense of frustration for not being able to enjoy the spoils of his conquest. But he looked genuinely concerned. His face had never looked so softened and worried.
The Grand Prince’s changed face brought darkness over her courage. Suddenly, Kiku noticed the cold snake-like grip on her neck as she watched Pavel. She had protected her priestesses from being taken by Hoseok.
How she was going to release from his grip was a worry that may eat at her stomach later.
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What if... you decided to run away? part three | OT7 BTS au
A very belated update starring my soulmate @shadowofahope and some angst. Warnings: mentions of murder, crime scenes, betrayal, injury, a mentally deranged villain, and bts hurting. 6.3K words
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Two options presented themselves to Min Yoongi as he watched you happily having breakfast with the others. He could tell you and this whole dream would be shattered, or he could bury it, and they could all live happily ever after. He was deluding himself he knew it, it wasn’t a question of if you’d find out, it was a matter of when. He also knew, if he wasn’t the one to tell you, you’d never forgive him.
Still with knowing this, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looks at you, his throat seized. All his instincts wanted to do was keep him from breaking the mirage of everything he wanted, and that’s what he would be doing. Call him a coward, like Namjoon was doing with his gaze eating into the side of Yoongi’s face, but to keep that smile on your face, he’d be anything to keep dreaming.
“Hyung, Princess is sleeping next to us tonight,” Jungkook stares down the Prince with the most serious glare he can muster before he sits down for his serving of pancakes. Jimin and Taehyung nodding furiously on either side of him, imploring with their eyes that you both agree.
The idea of you not being in his arms as he slept made an uncomfortable itch manifest under his skin, akin to anxiety but more volatile. He keeps himself from scratching, nodding quietly in agreement as he plays with his food. He can feel the surprise in the room, Jin and Hobi looking at each other in shock. Even you nearly choked on the orange juice, whipping your head round to inspect the silent prince.
He tried to keep his features neutral, knowing you could read him like a book. Your reassuring palm on his thigh lets him know you can see through him, that light squeeze trying to coax him to look at you, but he’s too afraid to. If he faces you he would have to face Namjoon too, and right now, he couldn’t deal with either of you.
“Yoongi?” Your voice is so understanding and soft, the disgust he had in himself he could feel rise like bile in his throat at the sound.
“I don’t like it Jagi,” he tries to smile, trying to meet your eyes. “But you’re right I have to share.”
He excuses himself, unable to stand lying to you about his current predicament, Namjoon’s eyes following him every step of the way. You’re about to follow after him but the taller individual beats you to it, telling you to stay.
The remaining men look between themselves, questioning each other silently before you verbalise their thoughts.
“Did someone say something to him?” You wince at the accusation in your own words.
“We’ve been saying something to him since we landed Princess,” Jimin deadpans, eyes narrowing at you as you defend the greedy prince.
“Look I know he’s been… unreasonable lately, but you know him,” you didn’t want to talk about Yoongi’s vulnerabilities, but the suggestion was clear in your tone. “He doesn’t mean to be-” you hesitate, trying to find the right word.
“An asshole?” Jin suggests, making Jungkook snicker at the language. “We know Princess, but I think he’s forgetting the fact we nearly lost you too.”
“Of course you’re going to defend your prince over your knights in shining armour,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, his fork hitting the plate harshly as he picks up a piece of pancake.
You press your lips together to hold back the laugh, Jin and Jimin mirroring your expression.
—
You knock on the door again, the fifth time, but still no response. It had been a week since you last saw her and now you were worried something was wrong. You frown, there were only so many places you could be on this island and when the weather was scorching like today, the only place was home. So why was your new friend not answering the door?
“Nym?” You call out again, but not a whisper greets you back.
You sigh, sweat starting to drip from your scalp to your face. You turn back to your place, telling yourself you’d try again later.
The heat of the sun cooked the top of your head, you curse yourself for not bringing out a hat or parasol or something. As beautiful as this piece of heaven was, you were not acclimated to it.
You try not to run back to the villa to escape the heat, ready for a cool drink as you reach the front step.
“Where have you been?” Yoongi almost yells in his panic when you walk through the door making you jump.
“Hey,” you frown, hand on your chest to slow your startled heart. “What’s wrong?”
He composes himself at that question, as if he wasn’t aware of his demeanour until you called it out, like he forgot himself for a moment.
“Nothing,” he mutters, walking away with his head hanging low in guilt.
What the heck was that?
“Yoongi?” You call after him, knowing he wanted to be alone but not wanting to leave him with the thoughts drowning him. You follow him into his room, staring in worry when he sits on the bed and hangs his head into his hands.
“Baby?” you ask, heart thumping uncontrollably as your mind races. “Yoongi what’s wrong?”
You’re scared to approach him, depending on his disposition he didn’t always welcome physical comfort when he felt vulnerable. Whatever cloud was thundering above him had his shoulders slumped, you couldn't see his eyes, couldn’t read his expression.
“Yoongi say something,” you beg, still standing by the door. “You’ve been acting weird all week, please say something.”
He sniffs, lifting his head, eyes full of water ready to spill. You stand in shock for a second, Yoongi wasn’t one to cry. You rush to him, holding him tight as he starts to sob, knowing he was unworthy of your comfort right now when he kept the worst secret from you.
“Jagi, tell me what's wrong please,” your own bottom lip wobbles, you hate seeing him upset, it kills you.
He shakes his head against you. You would never forgive him, he tries to get ahold of himself, pushing away from you as he wipes his face in his hands. The look of worry you give him breaks his heart. He takes your hand in his, trying to reassure you silently by stroking his thumb against your skin but he can’t meet your eyes.
He wants to thank you when you don’t push it, when you let it go for now, but the words are bitter and vile in his mouth and he doesn’t release them.
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“Why are you guys making popcorn?” Namjoon asks when he enters the kitchen, Yoongi close behind him after another argument.
“We fixed the TV,” Jungkook says with a mouthful of snacks.
The prince becomes petrified with panic, he was the one to mess with the wiring so you wouldn’t have access to the outside world or the news. The fear that freezes him, suddenly jolts him out of shock, almost running to the living room where he finds you flicking through the channels. He doesn’t think before he snatches the remote out of your hand, turning the device off and gaining everyone’s questioning gaze.
“Yoongi?”
“Hyung, what are you doing?” Taehyung asks in disbelief, he just got comfortable for movie night.
He can’t say a word, his mind drawing blanks for an excuse.
“You’ve been acting weird all week,” Jin says.
“What the hell is going on with you?” Jimin looks at him as if he’s grown 2 extra heads.
“No tv,” he breathes, the panic not subsiding. Namjoon stands behind him, his cheeks sucked in as he watches the scene. He’s still angry from the fight with the prince, but he wasn't vindictive enough to throw him under the bus.
“Why?” Hoseok asks.
“He’s hiding something,” you finally speak after observing him, trying to take the remote back but he grips onto it like his life depends on it.
Jungkook had followed behind the two when they entered, moving towards the screen while you and Yoongi stared at each other. He uses the controls on the TV to turn it on, Yoongi’s face turning blank when he changes channel. It’s his worst luck that it revealed what he tried so desperately to hide.
You turn to the image of your father’s coffin being walked out of his castle, held up by 6 men as Baekhyun and Taeyeon walked behind it dressed in black. The words the newscaster was saying don’t even reach your ears, your face contorting from shock into pain.
“Jagi…”
You start hyperventilating, the others caught in stupor, unable to move. The king was dead, and they all had strong suspicions that Yoongi knew.
“Y/n let’s calm-“ Namjoon tries reaching for you but you snap away at his touch.
“Did you know?” He would take bullets right now than the look of fire on your face.
“Y/n-“
“Did. You. Know.”
But his face confesses for you where his words can’t. That’s all it takes for you to break down, falling to your knees with your arms around your head, whimpering not just at the loss of life, but the loss of trust.
“Jagi,” Yoongi tries again, his heart blaring fast in alarm.
“Don’t,” the strength in your voice is gone, but he knows not to say another word.
The tension turns thick, Jungkook mutes the news channel, but the footage of your father’s funeral still plays on the screen for them all to see. Minutes pass, no one daring to speak first. Jin glares at the prince, knowing what emotional turmoil he just put you through, how could he keep this from you? His gaze flickers to Namjoon with even more contempt.
“I have to go back,” you say more to yourself than them, coming to stand on wobbly legs, but your words cut through the silence for them all to hear.
“No,” the prince almost growls at the suggestion, but you look ready to tear him right back, looking like a wounded animal on edge, ready to do whatever to survive.
“You,” that one syllable held more venom than he had ever heard from you, finger pointed like a knife in accusation, “don’t get to decide for me, you don’t get to control me, y-you-“
You can’t help it, your words falter as you break down again, the corners of your sneer weighted down by grief, the bottom lip trembling as the fire in your eyes is drowned out by tears.
“You of all people know what it’s like to be controlled your whole life, and you tried to do that to me.”
Your words hit him, they do, like a truck to the chest, ploughing him down, but he can’t regret his actions, only your sorrow.
“If you go back,” he takes a step towards you. “We,” he points to himself and the rest of inhabitants in the room, “go back.”
He waits for the realisation to pass your eyes, and he knows it’s there as they soften on him for a moment.
“If we go back Jagi,” his voice cracks, hating himself for causing you this pain, but wanting you to listen to him. “We are dead men.”
“I can ex-“
“They won’t wait for an explanation Y/n!” He yells frustrated. “They’ll sentence us to death before we’re questioned, you know how it works! How it really works.”
Your lips quiver as you try to look strong, but everything inside of you is crushed. The hurt clawed its way through your body, reducing you to nothing.
“I should have married him,” you say quietly to yourself but the sincerity in your tone breaks their hearts. You regretted choosing them, choosing your freedom.
“And lived unhappily ever after?” Yoongi scoffs with disgust at the image of you and Wang at the altar.
“And this is better? Letting my country and my people fall into the hands of a psychopath? Be betrayed by men who I thought loved me enough not to lie to me?” you reply, staring despondently at nothing. “I was born with my duty and I have failed it.”
His red rimmed eyes can’t look at you.
“For what?” Your hoarse voice presses, hurting you all. “For something as trivial and fickle as love, the monarchy comes first and I have forgotten my place.”
“Please,” he begs, head hung low as every word you uttered, although right, killed him.
“My father was right.” It was like a final bullet, the harshest slap or ice bucket thrown over him.
You turn to Namjoon.
“If you didn’t love me, would you have let me escape?”
Both your minds go to the night he caught you, the night their feelings were revealed. He thinks it through, understanding his own duty. You stare in silence, his mind calculating, overthinking. There just wasn’t a world that existed in his mind where he didn’t love you, so how could he answer?
“I don’t know,” he confesses sincerely.
“I wish you didn’t,” you breathe. “My father might still be alive.”
“That’s not your fault,” Taehyung says but you shake your head.
What if he died because of you? Because you ran away? The guilt eats away at you, and you know if Yoongi and Namjoon were honest from the beginning you could have accepted it, could have leaned on them for emotional support but now you felt a rift between yourselves that ran too deep to fix. Yet despite that distance that now existed between you, you had no one else to turn to.
“I don’t know what to do,” you sob, looking to them all for guidance. It was ironic that you were now technically queen, and you had no clue, no power, nothing.
They stay silent, solemn as they look to the ground and avoid your gaze.
“Princess there’s nothing we can do,” Jin says softly, not wanting to upset you but unable to feed any fantasy you had of fixing this.
“I can’t leave my people to Taeyeon,”
Yoongi stands in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours, with an anger you couldn’t place.
“They’re not your people anymore,” he says harshly, “you abdicated, this isn’t your problem.”
“Hyung,” Jimin warns him gently, he was pushing it.
You search his eyes, wondering why he was trying to hurt you further, until you realise there was fear he was trying to hide with his wrath.
“You knew when you left, eventually Baekhyun and that psycho bitch would be next in line,” Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. “You don’t want that life Y/n.”
A knock on the door snaps everyone’s attention to the sound, the tension not broken but they’re grateful for the pause.
Your new friend enters cautiously, eyes wandering around the room at everyone’s sullen expressions and the endless stream of tears pouring down your face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
“Nym, is everything okay?” Namjoon asks politely, not appreciating the disruption but knowing there wouldn’t be one without good reason.
“I… I did some digging,” Nym breathes nervously, wanting to bolt out of the room with the heaviness in the air but this was important. “The authorities already know something was unusual with the late king’s passing so-“
“You knew too?” The sting of betrayal had you interrupting before you could stop yourself. You were stuck on this island and you thought you could run to your friend’s place for help when the conversation was over but now you truly had nowhere to turn to. This paradise had turned into a prison, they weren’t going to let you leave.
Nym looks at you sadly, apologising silently hoping what was uncovered with a week of no sleep would earn your forgiveness.
“I thought hard about what I could do to help, and I think I have something.”
“What is it?” Hoseok asks.
“The authorities know there’s something odd about the King’s passing, but Prince Baekhyun and his wife closed any investigation, so I did some digging,” Nym explains, feeling the intensity of everyone’s stares, no one breathed. “I…”
She pauses, looking at you wondering whether it was right to just lay everything out on the table, but how can something so destructive be cushioned. Namjoon’s eyes glance towards the laptop in the computer genius’s arms.
“What did you find?” you barely whisper.
“She didn’t cover her tracks very well,” Nym replies, hesitating. “I don’t think you should see this.”
“Taehyung and Jimin, maybe your should take Y/n-”
“No,” you interrupt, the hell were they going to discuss this without you, that was what caused this fucking problem in the first place. “Show me.”
Your eyes don’t implore your friend, they demand authority and everyone in the room understands why you deserve your title, blood had nothing to do with it. The laptop is placed on the table, everyone’s eyes glued to the screen.
“The Imperial castle has two sets of security cameras, someone hacked into them to erase everything the night of your fathers death,” Nym explains. “It took a week but I recovered them.”
“How did he die?” Jin asks what you couldn't stomach asking.
“The official story is he mixed medication with alcohol and…” there's a pause for concern over your wellbeing, but you were done with walking around eggshells, they were all broken anyway.
“Say it,” you beg.
“He fell down the Castle stairs,” Nym says, watching your reaction cautiously, “there was a dent on his head that was unexplainable with the fall, but they think he might’ve bumped it on something given his state. They blamed the security camera malfunction on the storm.”
“And what actually happened?” Namjoon asks.
“Just play the footage Nym,” you say, it didn’t matter anyway, what was done was done, what you wanted was the truth.
After a deep breath, Nym presses play, the screen is grainy at first but clears. Your father comes into the frame, obviously heavily intoxicated with someone pushing him from behind. Whoever it was, wears a ski mask, looking around on edge. There’s a glint of metal in their hand that you can’t make out but it’s pressed against his back. After a stumble, he trips on the ground, and the masked figure tries to pull him up. They get into a tussle, your father grabbing the individual but only able to pull off the balaclava. Your breath catches as you recognise her, and now the object in her grasp. You jump when the pistol is slammed against his skull, and he’s pulled to his feet. He’s disorientated, clutching his head in his hands before he’s pushed to the stairs. You close your eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and you thought you could stomach it but you can’t. Arms wrap around you, someone strokes your hair. You bury your head into his chest, knowing it was Taehyung who had come to comfort you from the most abhorrent scene you ever had to witness.
“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Nym says sincerely as you muffle your cries.
—
They sit in silence once Nym leaves, the hours tick by with you sitting on the ottoman alone, too quiet, too stoic, too deep in thought. No one dares to break it first, no one dares to move, scared that the already fragile state of your being could shatter more than it already had. There was no coming back from this, that was the fear, no recovering.
The footage would be released with your permission, it would solve the issue of letting the psychopath sit in your throne, and yet there was another fear in the room. The proof of your father’s murder didn’t solve everything.
“I’m going back,” you say calmly.
“But-“
“You’re not coming with me,” you don’t mean it in a cruel way but it still breaks their hearts. “I have a role I was born to serve, a people who need a queen they can trust, not some relative who thought they were safe from ever having to wear the crown.”
“But we’re happy here,” Jimin says with wobbling lips, eyes and nose streaming.
“Why can’t we come with you?” Jungkook cries.
“Because for right or wrong reasons, the government will still have you tried for concealing my whereabouts without consulting the royal guards,” you state, hating the matter of fact but you couldn’t risk their safety. “Rules are rules, and no matter what story we spin, we still broke the law.”
“You’re going to leave us?” Hoseok asks in disbelief. “After everything.”
You bite your lip hard to stop your eyes watering but it doesn’t work. This would be the hardest thing you would do but it needed to be done.
“Not forever,” you promise, voice hoarse and heavy. “But until I can clear your name and guarantee your safety, this will have to be goodbye.”
“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, his arms crossed, his eyes closed as if that would protect him and stop everything.
“You and I both know what happens if you come back with me Yoongi,” you sniff. “If you get imprisoned in my country, the repercussions will be war and you know it.”
“What if we go back to our country?” Hoseok suggests, “Yoongi’s uncle might be able to liaise with little Queen’s government and clear our name.”
“There’s no guarantee that would work,” Namjoon sighs, massaging his head with his fingers as he tries to solve this impossible conundrum. Politics was more complicated than chess, it was like playing on a board 50 times the size with a thousand more unique pieces.
“Not to mention what Y/n’s government will force her to do in return for clearing our name,” Yoongi seethes, finally looking at you with a sad anger welling his eyes. “What if they ask you to marry Wang like your father proposed, to honour his wishes and get whatever deal he was offered by selling your hand in marriage.”
“That’s not how it works,” Tae says in disbelief, looking between you and Yoongi waiting for someone to reassure him you wouldn’t become a pawn for your country. You only look at him sadly in reply.
“One problem at a time please,” Jin mutters, catching Namjoon’s headache.
“Please don’t go back,” Jimin begs, the palm of his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed. This was so cruel, that they finally got to taste a life with you in their arms for only seconds before you were taken away.
“What if Princess married Hyung?” Jungkook suggests desperately, but the question makes you burst more into tears, your head tilted to the ceilings as you try to stop.
“She can’t get married without the permission of the courts,” Namjoon says solemnly, head hanging low. “And Yoongi Hyung’s uncle would never agree, there’s too much bad blood.”
“He barely agreed to let Yoongi become little queen’s guard,” Jin remembers out loud.
Yoongi shakes his head. He hated this, the fact his blood had a say in his life, ruled it without thought to what he wanted.
“If my father was king he would have allowed it,” Yoongi admits, for years he prayed his uncle would sire offspring so the crown would never fall on him, now he was second guessing his wishes.
You both look at eachother, another life flashing before your eyes, one so out of reach it was more of a fantasy than a dream. You still held a resentment for his actions, but the concept of leaving him overcast everything. You understood it to some extent but you truly didn’t know whether you could forgive him.
“It doesn’t matter,” you say, “right now it doesn’t change anything.”
He hangs his head in shame, knowing he really fucked up beyond repair.
Your attention shifts to Namjoon as he kneels in front of you, the equation in his head starting to solve itself. His eyes implore into yours, the rest of the group fade to the background when he takes your hands into his, his warm touch soothing you.
“You always said growing up royal was awful,” He starts cautiously, not wanting to cause any more problems or misunderstandings. “There were too many rules, too many restrictions, too many classes on how to behave.”
You nod as you take in his words, wondering where he was going with this.
“Your father pushed you away, there's a history of that you know,” he informs you. “The first heir is always treated differently, the spare is raised with less restraint, they say the prospect of raising a child who is set to replace you throughout time has caused parental rifts.”
“Where are you going with this Joonie?” you ask, he smiles apologetically, the tangent was somewhat an accident to avoid a harsh truth he needed to reveal.
“If you go back, your whole life is decided for you, Queen of a country or not, the government will set your alliance to someone they see fit, you will be expected to have two children, at least, and then they will be subjected to everything you did growing up.”
You stare at him. The thought had crossed your mind before but you always swore you would do better. The reason your father was so harsh on you was he couldn’t have a spare, your mother died too soon after your birth. You were it, he drilled that into you from day one.
“I can protect them,” you say weakly, tears starting again when Joon shakes his head in disagreement.
“I know you’ll fight Y/n, but it would be you against a hundred officials, you tried to fight your father and you couldn’t and every one of those officials were behind him in his decision.”
“Joon,” you cry, wanting him to stop. His hand squeezes yours, the other wiping away the teardrops gently trying to cushion his words.
“To the world, you are so privileged, and part of that is true, but they haven’t seen you suffer like we have, and I hate to think about how much you suffered before meeting us.”
You sniff, looking around the room at the rest of them looking so downtrodden, your eyes falling last on Yoongi who wipes his tears before they can fall. Yoongi, who understood you through experience, who you connected with the moment you met.
“You guys are the best thing that ever happened to me,” you tell them truthfully, “I don’t want to go back without you, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”
“It’s your decision little Queen,” Hoseok steps forward, smiling sadly but knowing how hard this was for you. “We’ll support you no matter what.”
The younger three glare at him for that comment, the others hanging their heads low as if in prayer.
“Whatever happens,” Jin agrees, “you always have our love and support Princess.”
“Please,” Yoongi begs quietly, his face scrunched in pain as he cries openly. The sight breaks your heart all over again, you really did hate seeing him in pain.
—
“After the tribulations and trials of our beloved royal family, I think the country can say this is a monumental event in history. Like treachery out of a mediaeval plot, today also marks the one month anniversary of the death of our late king, murdered by the wife of his nephew in a scheme for the crown.
Of course this plot was unveiled by his daughter, who at the time fled the country for her safety, but returned to ensure the safety of her people and bring Kim Taeyeon to justice.”
Sadness sat like stones in their stomachs, sinking slowly as your face graced the screen. You smile but they know it doesn’t reach your eyes, you wave to the crowd and the cameras before climbing into the carriage off to the citadel for your coronation.
“She looks so beautiful,” Taehyung mumbles, in awe of your figure in the red ruby gown. He blinks back tears, your absence didn’t get any easier for them, and seeing you on a screen just cemented the fact you were no longer here.
“I can’t believe she went back,” Jin whispers to himself but the others hear. They also hear his unsaid words hiding between the lines, you chose duty over them, the irony was hard to ignore. You always thought they would do the same.
“Of course the matter still remains about the young Queen’s foreign bodyguards who’s current whereabouts are unknown. There is massive divide in the country and government over the actions of Kim Namjoon and his men, one of whom is the current Prince of another nation. There are calls for their presence in the court, others are demanding they receive the medal of valour, and during a recent official press conference this is what our new Queen had to say…”
The screen shifts to you at a podium, cameras and lights flashing on your form as you look at your paper. They hadn’t seen the footage yet but the date stamp on the footage showed it was from a few days ago. Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for you to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he heard your voice.
“I understand there is a lot of speculation over my disappearance, and rumours that I was abducted by the men sworn to protect me.”
The youngest can’t help sniffling at the sound, he misses you and the feeling opened new excruciating wounds in him where he thought there was room for no more.
“I am here to clear any misunderstanding over the events of the last month or so. This accusation has put to question the character of the men my own father, the late king, employed and I can say one thing for certain with absolute conviction…”
You take a pause, looking up at the cameras as if staring into each of their souls. They can see the longing in your eyes, the tears forming that you blink away, a moment of weakness that you had to hide.
“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin… Min Yoongi,” you take a breath as if his name pained you. “Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Jungkook are the best men I have ever met, and they saved my life, and any call for their imprisonment is a crime against the crown and against me. I will do everything in my power to clear their names, and have them return. Our relations with King Min must remain peaceful, and I will not have my country tarnish their character and cause unrest between two nations.
My first act on the throne will be to resolve any remaining issues between our countries and draw up a new treaty with King Min, and I know my people will stand with me. Thank you.”
“She’s gonna do it,” Namjoon says quietly but proudly, smiling sadly when he sees the resolve on your face as you start answering press questions. “It’ll take some time but we’ll be by her side again.”
The room is quiet as they watch the footage change back to your coronation, all of them swallowing back tears with heavy hearts. They wished they could be standing there beside you, but one day they knew they would be again, no matter how long it took.
There are cheers coming from the crowds as the crown is placed on your head, you take a deep breath that they can all see, a smile to the people but your eyes are glassy.
“Our beautiful little Queen,” Jimin says in awe, tears slipping that he can’t help.
“I know she’ll be the best Queen in the world but I’m so anxious for her,” Jin breathes, his heart nervous for you.
“I wish we were there,” Hoseok whispers.
“She shouldn’t be there,” Yoongi says solemnly, standing. “She should be here with us.”
The others watch him walk out of the room, the prince had fallen into a deep stoic state, they just hope the hurt would fade with time. You carved out Yoongi’s soul the day you left, they could only pray he would find himself again.
—
You don’t know how you managed to give your new staff the slip, you had paid the driver off with enough money that he couldn’t refuse, despite what your advisors and the government officials tried to stop you from doing.
You knew it would bring you nothing but more grief, but you had to. You could already hear Namjoon berating you, it almost makes you smile before you remember why you’re here. You’re glad to see the tower is cold and depressing as promised, the criminals in here were all in treachery of the crown.
The guards all gave you worried looks as you demanded to see her, and there she stood in the last cell, trapped behind metal bars finally looking like the madness she held within. Her hair stood on end, a nest of knots that could never be undone, much like the chaos she caused in your life.
She sees you, and now you really do smile vindictively when her eyes travel down the length of your coronation gown before fixing themselves on the crown that sat where it belonged. She growls, her teeth baring in disgust and hate you never witnessed before.
She presses herself against the metal, reaching for you as if she could snatch all her wants within her grasp.
“You abdicated, that crown is mine!”
It was strange, confronting her like this. Almost surreal, the concept that this was the woman you befriended, the woman who failed in killing you, and the woman who murdered your father. There was no denying it, you saw it for yourself.
“Why couldn’t you just stay away?” she has the gall to sob, to truly cry over her loss as if she was the victim, and you knew then there was no hope for her, not that you would ever offer it to her in the first place.
You shake your head in disbelief, a humourless laugh before you take a step closer, wanting no one but her to hear your words.
“You know what?” You start, voice quiet but unwavering. “If you had just left everything well enough alone, I wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t let your greed become so heinous it cost a man his life, eventually you could’ve worn this crown and I would have let you.”
She screams, the sound making you want to slap some sense into her.
“But your actions have cost so many people in so many ways,” you say sadly, not an ounce of sympathy for her, but for yourself as selfish as that might sound. “I can see now there’s no saving you.”
“That crown is mine! THAT CROWN IS MINE!” She repeats it as if it would become true, getting louder and louder as you stare.
“You killed my father you psychotic bitch,” you spit, but there was no point to this, there would be no real justice for her actions, and she would never regret them. You wonder what closure you were trying to gain by being here, there was nothing you could do to make her feel your pain.
—
“Your majesty,” your new personal advisor bids your farewell. You had moved to the cold imperial castle, the official site for the monarch. The day had cost you all your energy and you could barely bring yourself to climb the stairs to your new chamber. You try to ignore the urge to glance towards where you know they found your father’s body, the hurt of losing him still fresh despite the strain of your relationship with him. You push away the thoughts to deal with another time.
Your jaw hurts from forcing your face to smile all day for the public eye, as you get ready for bed the deep empty void in your chest gets filled with pangs of sadness so intense you have to stop and breathe for a moment. You had kept it subdued all day for duty, but it came back with a vengeance.
You were now Queen, and completely utterly unfathomably alone. The thought grips you so painfully in the silenve you can’t help the sob that turns into a wail. There was no one here to comfort you, no one to hear you yet you still covered your cries with your hand, sinking pitifully to the floor.
The agony of leaving them didn’t fade for a day. You forgave Yoongi and Namjoon the second you returned to this awful cage, wanting to regret leaving them but there was nothing you could do about your decision now. You knew what Yoongi was trying to protect you from, there was no malice in his actions, just desperation that undid you both. You walked back into the life you tried to escape, and lost far more than you could ever explain.
In truth you didn’t know whether you would see them again, whether you would win the fight to clear their name. You would never give up, you couldn’t, the only thing that kept you going was getting them back, otherwise this was going to be a long lonely purgatory for you without them.
“Min Yoongi I forgive you,” you barely breathe out loud, needing him to hear you no matter how impossible. You knew him better than you knew yourself, knew he needed to hear those words for his own peace, or he would never forgive himself. You knew what state you left him in, and that one thing was your biggest regret.
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Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x female reader [oneshot] (@raggaraddy)
𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏
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𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊
Beloved : YandereKing!yoongi x fem reader [oneshot] (@bang-tan-bitches)
𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈
Potrait Of A Prince : DrugaddictPrince!taehyung x female reader [oneshot] (@flowerwrites06)
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏
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𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌
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Melting Your Heart- MYG
╰ ̷ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖸/n'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾". 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?
╰ ̷ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾!𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
╰ ̷ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ → 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒! 𝖺𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌(?) 𝖺𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.
╰ ̷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ → 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁.
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The Gem of the Seven Crowns ( X )
Dark Royals:
-> Poly OT7/Reader | Fantasy | Angst | Feels
Summary: It was simply supposed to be a night of pretend. Dress up and feel like a princess for a couple hours and dance with strangers hidden by masks never to see them again. Then it was back to reality because fairytales are only make believe after all. Y/N is about to discover that just because fairytales are make believe doesn't mean they're not true.
Prologue
The sun cast its warm rays down to a luscious field of grass splattered with every flower possible. Noises of laughter and playful shouting seemed to reach the furthest points of the never-ending field. Sitting on a white blanket were three men; one making flower crowns, one taking food out from a picnic basket and spreading it over the blanket, and the third in a light slumber his head resting on the leg of the man making the flower crowns. Not too far from the blanket four other men run around participating in what seems like a child's game of tag. The tallest among the four was being chased by the other three. A man with long black hair tied in a low ponytail kept together by a purple ribbon seemed to be the fastest closing the distance between the taller of the four and himself. The other two didn't seem as competitive as they were holding hands and only slightly running after the tallest.
"Gotcha Jin Hyung," Jungkook, the man with the ponytail happily yells tackling the tallest to the ground.
Jin very ungracefully falls to the grass wrapping his arms around Jungkook and bringing him down as well. The two break out into happy laughter panting trying to catch their breath. The other two reach up to Jin and Jungkook smiling seeing the two acting like children.
"You two better get up before bugs start covering you. Hobi Hyung will never give you snuggles again," the man with black hair and dark blue streaks chuckles holding out his hand for them.
"Hobi Hyung loves us too much to not snuggle us," Jungkook pouts getting up from the grass and brushing himself off for good measures.
"That's only cause you're the baby here. He won't snuggle Jin Hyung until he takes at least five showers. You know how he hates bugs. It's a miracle our TaeTae over here even convinced him to go on this picnic with us," Jimin says ruffling Jungkook's hair while Taeyhung helps Jin up.
The man with dark blue hair that is shoulder length smiles his boxy smile at them flustered by the praise. They all walk back to the blanket starving from all the running ready to dig into the delicious food.
"Aww is our little meow meow enjoying the sun?" Taehyung coos to the snoozing man who has his arms wrapped around the other man's leg trapping him to the blanket.
"Let Yoon-ah sleep TaeTae he had a long week with the other kingdoms. Go annoy Hob-ah," Jin gently scolds Taehyung Hobi holding out his arms for the pouting boy.
Like nothing Taehyung throws himself at Hoseok nuzzling into his chest that adorable boxy smile on him again. Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin sit on the blanket making sure to not disturb Yoongie. It was true, Yoongie spent all week trying to settle an agreement with a neighboring kingdom something. They could never do what Yoongie did, that is how good he is. Maybe Namjoon but he would probably get very overstimulated very quickly.
"Joon-ah those are lovely dear," Jin says sitting behind Namjoon gently pulling the taller and muscular man against his chest watching him weave flowers around one another to make a flower crown.
"I made seven for us. The ones I made last spring are wilting," Namjoon says checking his work before placing it on Jin's head smiling.
Jin fixes the crown gently pulling Namjoon's chin closer to him placing a tender kiss on his lips. Namjoon goes as red and tomato causing Jin to adore him that much more. How can one of the most feared sword masters turn into a flushed mess? It never amazed the seven of them how tough and cold they seemed to everyone, one compliment or kiss can undo them right there and then. Their kryptonite or weak spot. Namjoon gives the other six crowns out smiling bigger and bigger each time one of them puts them on. He puts Yoongie's crown to the side not wanting to disturb his Hyung.
"Give me my crown Joon-ah, I will not be without your crown you worked over three hours on them. Over my dead body will I ever not wear it," Yoongie grumbles waking up very much like a cat pointing to his head pouting, and crossing his arms.
Namjoon and the rest of the men chuckle at Yoongie as Namjoon places the crown gently on Yoongie's fluffy hair placing a kiss on his forehead. Everyone giggles and kisses all over his face too not wanting to get in on the action of making Yoongie a flustered mess. The seven of them all relax and dig into the beautiful lunch that Jin and Yoongie prepared for them. There is a moment of silence as everyone is just enjoying the food and the beautiful day free of any kingdom duties.
"We should have another ball," Taehyung says out of the blue swallowing the last of his pastry a little frosting on the corner of his lips.
"A party? A little random there isn't it? Why do you want a party with snobbish people trying to get our attention," Jimin asks from where he is lying against Yoongie's chest.
Jungkook leaned forward swiping the frosting from Taehyung's lip and placing it into his own mouth keeping eye contact with Taehyung the whole time making the second youngest cough in shyness busying himself with the crown he placed to the side.
"I don't know we haven't had a ball in so long and yeah it's not fun but I like to mingle! We need a break from seriousness all the time. Why should be able to let loose too and mingle around!" Taehyung huffs crossing his arms trying to sway them.
"Mingle you say? Is the seven of us not enough to placid you," Jungkook grumbles pulling Taehyung from the collar of his shirt so they are face to face pressing a kiss to his lips a little heat behind it.
The others roll their eyes at the two youngest watching them make out in front of them a smile on their face. Even though Jungkook was the youngest he did know how to handle himself. If he wanted something or someone he would get it in anyways mean. Taehyung gasped as Jungkook created a beautiful necklace of hickeys around Taehyung's neck smirking at his work.
"Okay okay enough before this turns into a orgy. Taehyung is right we should let loose. We will see about a ball, I'm not saying it will be a definite but we will see," Yoongie says pulling Jungkook into his lap and Taehyung into Hoseok's lap.
The two of them laugh nuzzling into the older enjoying the moment with the seven of them. They wouldn't want it any other way. They wish they could stay like this forever in this field but that is not reality so might as well soak it in now.
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a thousand springs
— summary: when poison threatens to take your life away from them, they only wish they had more time with you
— pairing: bts x reader
— genre: angst, fluff, poly!au, historical!au, royalty!au
— word count: 11.4k
— warnings: poison consumption, talks of death, reader gains illness from poison that has the potential to take her life, injuries, hurt and comfort (happy ending)
— rec music: listened to jimin & ha sung woon - with you while writing this
You stare at the budding flowers in the garden, feeling a sense of serene as the gentle breeze allows you to get a better wisp of the smell, melting your tense shoulders almost instantly.
“They’re almost ready to be picked,” you say into the comfortable silence as you crouch down to gently reach out to one of them as if giving attention to a child. You’re so soft, so gentle with them, and when you turn over to look up at the man behind you, the tender smile on your face softens his hardened features. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”
“Seems that way,” he says, and although you both know he has no clue about the flowers at hand, the way you giggle in response to his short answer makes him smile discreetly.
“It has a strong sense of calm to them,” you say as you return your focus back to the blooming flowers. “I think it’d help Namjoon a lot. Ah and speaking of, Jimin and Taehyung should be back soon, shouldn't they? I assume Taehyung will probably go on a ramble about how annoying his missions are so I should prepare some calming tea for him, and Jimin will probably knock out the second he returns. By the way, Jungkook,” he falls at your every attention the second you call for him, holding a hand out to help you up without a word. “Seokjin mentioned he was running out of ink the other day, do you think you could accompany me to town later?”
He nods at your request while you continue rambling.
“Maybe I should get him a new brush as well. The man really loves his writings so he’s probably quite particular about what sort of brush he uses. Maybe I should ask him about it. But then again I sort of want it to be a surprise. He’d like that wouldn’t he?” Jungkook nods again. “Then, do you think you can help me?”
He nods once more, already preparing to leave when you stop him by the tug of his sleeve.
He turns around, wondering why you had suddenly stopped him when you reached up to pick something from his hair.
“Looks like Spring is faring well,” you say with a sweet giggle as you reveal the pink petal plucked from his hair. “When the castle calms, we should go on an outing to enjoy the cherry blossoms.”
“If it’s what you want, I’ll mention it to Namjoon.”
“Hey now, you’re making it sound like I’m the only one who wants this. It’s high time you relax as well, Jungkook, enjoy yourself a little more.” When he shakes his head, you sigh with a small pout. “You boys are always running all over the place, never taking a moment to calm down. One day you’re going to regret taking up my offer. Can’t you do it? For me?”
“My missions..”
You frown when he says so, an upset expression forming upon your features. “Argh, you’re always so busy, aren’t you? If it wasn't for the fact that you have to remain as my bodyguard, I know you would have definitely gone with Jimin and Taehyung. It kind of breaks my heart thinking about it.”
“I…”
Seeing the conflicted gaze in his eyes, you laugh aloud. “Just kidding. Of course, I know your missions take priority so don't worry too much about what I just said. I’m sure when the time comes, you’ll—”
“M-My lady! Master Jungkook!”
The two of you turn at the retainer whose feet carry loud and heavy.
“Come now, Wen, why’re you in such a h—”
“Master Taehyung is heavily injured!”
The second he announces those words, you can physically feel your heart dropping and Jungkook, who had been silent all this time, quickly hurries to carry you so that when he takes off, it only takes a few moments before you arrive at the main hall where a heavily injured Taehyung is carried with support from Jimin.
Your breath hitches at the sight of their bloody bodies, both hands coming up to cover your lips as you stand there, trembling.
“Tae—”
“I’m fine,” he dismisses your concern with a cold remark as Yoongi and Hoseok rush to the scene in order to help the two ninjas.
You walk over, brows arching with distress. “Clearly not.”
“I’m talking fine, aren’t I?”
God, why does he always have to be stubborn when it comes to his injuries? Still, you know you can’t do much except give the man his space as he gets carried off to his chambers with the doctor following right behind.
At times like this, you know you’ll just have to wait it out until the fatigue hits him and he doesn’t have any more energy to get upset about the mission. It doesn’t hide the fact that it hurts seeing him in such a state, however.
“Y/N, will you help Jimin?” Hoseok asks with a hand on your shoulder when you stood there, looking after Taehyung’s disappearing body.
You turn around at the older man, brows pressing together as you take a look at Jimin. He’s injured as well, not as bad as Taehyung but injured still.
Once Jimin is settled in his private chambers, you get to tending through his wounds without a moment of rest, knowing that you’d rather keep yourself busy than fret over other things. Whatever happened during their mission, they’ll have to eventually report to Namjoon but for now, all is quiet as you sit before Jimin, the sun already down as you watch over his cuts and bruises.
“Hey,” he breaks the silence after a while and you feel a hand holding you under the ear in order to tilt your head up to look up at him. “Taehyung will be alright,” Jimin assures, a gentle yet transient smile resting on his face.
Your expression breaks slightly. “Why does he always have to be stubborn?”
“You know how Taehyung is.”
“I just wish he’d let me care for him during times like this.”
“He just doesn’t like you seeing him in his weakened state.” You frown when he says that, eyes looking down once more to return your focus back on wrapping Jimin’s arm.
“That stubborn brat,” you mumble under your breath, causing him to chuckle lightly when the doors slide open and Hoseok walks in. “How is he?” You’re quick to ask.
“He’s just fine. It took some time but his stubborn ass finally decided to rest,” Hoseok reports with a sigh as he finds a space on the floor beside the two of you. “Jungkook’s watching over him.”
“Does this mean the mission was a fail?” You turn to Jimin, concern filling your features.
He sends you an apprehensive look. “It’s too early to say. Namjoon will probably have me and Jungkook return to the scene to pick up after my and Taehyung’s work.”
“But you just returned injured and look at what happened to Taehyung.”
“This is to help the Clan, Y/N,” he reminds you solemnly and you sit there, not wanting to hear the truth. Seeing as the bandages are all wrapped securely on his arm, Jimin reaches up to gently stroke your hair. “Come on now, don’t give me that look. We’ll be fine.”
“But..”
“I know what to do now,” he assures. “We just foolishly fell into the enemy’s trap but I won’t make the same mistake again.”
“How can you be so sure…” You mutter, still refusing to accept this despite knowing it isn’t your place to voice out such an opinion. You may be the Lady of the Clan but even then, any details that have to do with the ninjas’ missions will always go deaf to your ears.
“Because we have you waiting for us back at home.” He states it so surely you almost fall for the smile Jimin sends you but you know better than that. After all, despite the many years you’ve spent with them, it still worries you to no end when they run off to do some dangerous task.
Your heart will never be settled as long as you are the wife of highly skilled warriors.
Hoseok takes your hand in your silence and gives you a gentle squeeze. “They’ll be fine,” he says gently and you know you can’t do much to refute that.
Days later, Jimin and Jungkook disappear without a trace, most likely off to the said mission.
You can feel it when Jungkook’s eyes are no longer on yours. After all, he always watches over you whether in person or somewhere hidden in the air, so when you can no longer feel a watchful gaze, that’s when you know he’s gone off to do a mission.
The castle has gotten busy ever since that night.
“Are you coming to bed soon?”
Namjoon keeps busy at his desk with his brush rushing through the stack of papers before him even as he answers you. “Head to bed first, alright? I’ll join you soon.”
You know that’s a lie because one time you woke up in the middle of the night and there he was still at his desk, busying away.
Upon your silence and unmoving body, Namjoon looks up with a rueful smile once he spots your frown. “If you’ve gotten that lonely sleeping on your own, why don’t you join Taehyung?”
“Do you think I haven’t tried? He kicked me out as always,” you say with a huff as you stand from the bed and crawl on over and sit yourself by his side, eyes scanning over the complicated papers he has to read and write. “Want some help?” You ask as you look up at your husband, the Lord of the Clan.
He chuckles lightly at your offer of assistance and brings his hand to ruffle your head. “You haven’t the slightest clue what’s written on these pages, do you?”
“If you teach me, I can play my part.”
“I’d love to do that,” he says, pausing, “on another day.” You frown. “Go on now, stop being stubborn and catch up on your rest.”
“You should listen to your own advice,” you say as you crawl away but only to show up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist with your chin plopped onto his shoulder.
“What’re you doing?”
“I miss you,” you confess, nuzzling further into the cloth of his hanbok.
Namjoon says nothing to that and simply returns to his work, but from the corner of your eyes, you can see a small smile curled along his lips. He probably misses you too but has to unfortunately put his work before you.
That’s just what the head of the Clan has to do. Above all, throw his desires away to make sure things are okay in the Clan again. After all, Jimin and Jungkook are off busying themselves on a mission. He can’t slack off.
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You take ahold of the brush at hand, brows furrowed in concentration as you stroke a finger upon the hair in order to get a feel of what Seokjin likes.
Hm.
How does one tell what’s a good brush and what isn’t? Jungkook was supposed to get the intel for you but now that he’s away on a mission, you have to take matters into your own hands. It’s hard though, you have to admit, because no matter how many times you brush your fingers over the hairs, you still have no idea what you’re looking for.
Perhaps the shop owner will have a better say in the field. You can just ask him instead. And besides, Seokjin’s probably a frequent visitor so they’d be likely to easily point out which brush it is that he likes best.
Yeah, you should do that.
“Y/N, what’re you doing here?”
You quickly put the brush back in its place before the doors slide open and Seokjin walks in, frowning slightly at the sight of you in his private chambers.
“I thought you enjoyed unexpected visitors,” you say as you stand to walk over to his side and help him carry a few scrolls in.
“You’re not exactly unexpected though.”
You sigh when he says that. “Ah, by the way, I was planning on heading to town to pick up a few things so—”
“No.”
You blink at his quick reply. “Huh?”
“You’re not allowed out or go anywhere by yourself now that no one’s here to watch over you,” he states as he takes a seat before his desk. You place the scrolls down with a slight frown.
Duties, duties.
You’re basically stuck here now.
Ah, what good is being the Lady of a Clan when you can’t even go anywhere without an escort?
With your knees pressed up to your chest, you wrap your arms around them, cheek laying against your knees as you look out the open window upon the pretty cherry blossoms that stand just outside the doors. You know sitting like this isn’t very ladylike but for now, you don’t care as your eyes yearn for the outing you mentioned to Jungkook that one day.
Seems it won’t be happening this year either.
Soon enough the cherry blossoms will have all fallen and you’d be stuck watching them from the castle once more, unable to have the viewing and picnic you so yearned for ever since you were wed into the Clan.
“Don’t look like that.”
You turn back to Seokjin with a forced smile. “Like what?” The least you can do is pretend to not sulk over small things like this when they’re over here busy with castle work, just trying to maintain a good system.
You can’t be selfish.
Seokjin sighs knowingly and pauses in his readings in order to hold a hand out for you. “Come here.”
You don’t hesitate to walk on over and take a seat beside him, eyes eagerly looking up at the attention he’s finally giving you. He reaches a hand out to stroke your head, a gentle expression on his face. “Soon, things will calm down. Just wait a little longer, alright?”
Soon there will be no cherry blossoms to look at.
“I can wait as long as you’d like, don’t worry about me.” Still, you speak those words from the bottom of your heart, knowing that your selfish desires will only burden them.
Seokjin understands your heart and frowns slightly because he knows he can’t fulfill them. “I’ll be alright,” you say, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss on your lips.
You take what you can get, smiling into the kiss.
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A soft melody resounding into the silence of the night, Yoongi’s ears perk up at the sound, knowing just who is playing such a beautiful melody.
His feet carry him towards the sound and there he finds you sitting on the veranda, playing the flute as you would whenever you can. Most nights you’ll play it for them when things are less busy, on other nights you’ll play it in the loneliness of the night, the sound of the flute keeping you company.
He watches you for some time, just standing there as the moonlight brightens your beauty, closed eyes, fingers lightly pressing on the holes of the flute ever so often, your lips blowing air into the wooden thing.
How long has it been since he’s sat in your presence and simply listened to you speak?
You must be so lonely now that everyone else has gotten so busy.
So he silently takes a few steps forward and takes a seat right beside you. The music falters a little when you feel his presence but quickly picks back up when you realize that it’s him. Yoongi lays his head on your lap and rests his eyes, feeling the fatigue finally get to him now that he’s taken the time to settle down after such a busy day.
When the music dies down and you put the flute down beside you, he feels your fingers run through his hair in a gentle manner.
“Finally taking up my offer to rest, huh?”
Yoongi holds a hand out, flexing his fingers until you give him your hand. “There’s still so much to do but at least Jimin and Jungkook are returning soon.”
You gasp at the news. “Really?”
Yoongi nods. “We got a letter this afternoon.”
“That’s great news! I can finally go into town now.”
“Ah, is that what you’re excited about?”
You giggle at his lazy response. “I previously asked Jungkook to accompany me to town in order to grab a present for Seokjin and now that I think about it, maybe I should pick some things up for Taehyung as well. He’s still as stubborn as ever, refusing to allow me into his private chambers. Isn’t it rather unfortunate? Why does he choose to remain cooped up in his bed when he could be roaming outside, looking at the pretty cherry blossoms? Soon enough, the petals will all have fallen and we’ll have to wait a whole other year to see them again.”
When you look down at the man on your lap, you frown slightly at his closed eyes, breath slowing down. “Hey, are you even listening?”
“Mmn,” he hums. “Keep talking, I like listening to your voice.”
“Oh.” Well, you hadn’t expected that response.
“It’s soft and gentle, like a spring breeze. Though in honesty, nothing compares to having you here like this, not even your voice.” He looks up at you with a gentle squeeze to your hand, smiling softly.
“I…” You can feel your cheeks slightly heating up. “I like your voice too…” You say, gently, and Yoongi chuckles lightly as he sits up.
He puts a hand beside you, resting his body against it as he crowds you in, and before long, you feel his soft lips on yours.
Yoongi’s kisses are sweet and gentle, unlike his more serious and stern side whenever he’s on the battlefield or speaking during war council. This is the hidden and soft side only you and the guys get to witness, no one else.
You feel so lucky.
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.
“Okay, this time, maybe he won’t kick me out.” You steady yourself with a tray of tea prepared in your hands, prepping yourself up because you know it takes effort to try and get Taehyung to open up. How many days has it been since he returned with his injuries? It’s been some time now so maybe he’s feeling a bit friendly today?
One can only hope.
Taehyung’s a stubborn man who doesn’t like to show you his weaknesses, getting rather upset and angry if you were to push his buttons because he’d rather be upfront and strong when he’s around you.
It’s dumb when you think about it but what can you do? He’s too stubborn to listen to your reassuring words otherwise.
As you round down the hall, a glimpse of a familiar structure catches your sight and your eyes are quick to brighten.
“Taehyung!”
He’s strolling down the hall, his formal wear a bit exposing his chest due to the bandages that wraps all around his right arm. He rests them inside his clothes, letting them prop up against where the belt of his formal wear resides, and when he looks up at your call, Taehyung’s hard expression doesn’t change.
“Taehyung, I have tea for—”
He turns to slide open his door and walks right in, slamming it closed without a word spoken to you.
Your heart falls at his refusal, tray almost tipping over if you hadn’t been quick to keep a steady grip on it before it can do so.
Another day, another rejection.
Maybe if you talk to Namjoon, he can get the man to open up, but Namjoon’s a pretty busy man as well. Hoseok, perhaps? No, everyone’s busy.
As you turn around to make your way back to the kitchen, you feel dejected at the events of things.
Guess I’ll just have to wait until Jimin and Jungkook returns. Which shouldn’t be long.
Your lips press together into a tight smile as you give yourself a nod, confident things will work out again soon. Taehyung will be bound to show his presence once Jimin and Jungkook returns, he’d have no other choice.
You can bombard him then.
You giggle thinking about it when someone calls your name.
“Lady Y/N!”
You turn at the call to find a familiar retainer walking up to you.
“Good afternoon, Chan. How can I help you?” You greet with a smile.
“Well actually, I’m here to give you this,” he says, presenting a small jar of something green and herbal.
“What is it?” You ask as you take the jar, eyes scanning over the dried leaves. “Tea?”
“Yes, they have quite the strong calming effect.”
“Really?” Your eyes brighten a bit at his words.
“Yes. They’re quite rare to attain right now, my lady, but I know you love to seep tea ever so often so I’m sure it’d do you well to keep them rather than them staying with me.”
“No way, they’re that rare?” You gasp before looking back at him. “Thanks so much, Chan! I’ll be sure to make good use of them.”
“Of course, my lady.”
With that, you’re off to the kitchen in the annex that gives you personal space.
You set the tray you had in hand down onto a table before examining the jar you were just given.
Tea that has such a strong calming effect is hard to come by these days so you’re thankful to be given some and quickly get to work to begin seeping the tea leaves. While keeping your hands busy, a soft smile falls on your face as you think of your boys.
It’ll help them during this time and the other two ninjas will return soon so that’ll be even better.
You take a look outside at the gardens to find a cherry blossom tree just a few yards away, hoping and praying that maybe you will have time this year.
Just maybe.
“Surely this year will be the year,” you mumble to yourself as the tea is ready and take a small sniff of the content.
It smells like the forest, calm and crisp.
You take a sip of the drink and your eyes brighten at the taste.
“Great! Now to send it over to Namjoon and the rest.” You take a stand when all of a sudden, your head falls heavy and your vision begins to blur.
Huh?
“...mrmh.”
You try to speak but your throat constricts, each breath harder than the last as it begins to burn and the tray falls from your grasp.
Why can’t you speak?
Unable to get a grasp on what has been done to you, you rush to the inner kitchen where the maids and cooks should be, panic settling in your chest as your heart beats rapidly in ways you’ve never felt before. Something strange is happening to you, something painful, but you know you can’t just collapse right now, not before it’s too late.
Someone…help.
As soon as you hear the voices of the maids and cooks, the world pitches over one last time and your vision goes black. Needles of pain lance your arm, then your cheeks, and it is not until you feel the cold on them that you know you must have fallen.
Desperately, you try to move your arm, to drag yourself across the ground despite the fearsome cold that is overtaking you.
Namjoon!
But no matter how you scream for him in your mind, no words come out, and soon enough, you lose your consciousness completely.
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“Hm?” Namjoon’s head jerks to the side. For a moment, it almost seemed as if someone was calling for him but the only ones in his chambers are Jungkook and Jimin who just returned from their mission, bowing forward formally with their lips sealed.
“Namjoon?” Jimin looks up, confused upon his Lord’s silence.
“Nothing, I just…I thought I heard something,” he says, brows furrowed in confusion.
Must’ve been the wind.
However, just as he is about to address the two ninjas once more, frantic footsteps race closer and closer to his door. Jungkook stands up to slide open the door, a frown on his face.
“Milord..! It’s Lady Y/N! She..she’s collapsed!!”
“What?!”
In an instant, the three of them are out the door like a shot, reports and business all thrown out the door as the only thing that falls on their minds are of you.
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“I have done what I can for her, but now all we can do is wait and see what happens.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?!” Taehyung stands with rage as he takes the collar of the doctor with the one hand that seems to still be working well. “Do something, dammit!”
The doctor trembles in fear. “I-I’m sorry, milord, but she is in a very precarious position. There is nothing I can do.”
“Taehyung, calm down, getting angry isn’t going to help anyone.”
“Dammit!” He curses under his breath at Seokjin’s words, throwing the doctor off balance with a forceful push before falling to the floor as he stares at your stilled body resting on the bed.
Seokjin turns to the doctor, sighing as he helps the man up. “Thank you for your help, you may leave now.”
“Y-Yes milord.” He doesn’t hesitate to rush out the door, almost bumping into the three who had just walked in.
Namjoon’s brows furrow at the sight of the doctor rushing away, knowing what he had just heard, and almost freezes at the sight of you lying in your bedding.
Your breath is shallow, or perhaps already gone, he cannot tell, with eyes sealed tight. You aren’t struggling nor do you look like you’re in pain, you’re just…lying there as still as a corpse, barely clinging onto life at best.
“What…happened..?”
“The maids found her unconscious near the entrance to your private annex,” Yoongi reports, a furrow in his brows. “She was brewing up some tea, probably meant to send it to one of us.”
“Tea?” Jimin asks, confused.
“It appears the culprit slipped poison of some sort, masquerading as a rare herb of sorts,” Hoseok states as he hands Namjoon the jar of the dried leaves.
Jungkook settles himself at your bedside, his eyes wavering as his hands tremble at the sight of you.
“What did the doctor mean by Y/N being in a precarious position?” Namjoon asks as he watches you from where he stands.
“Whether she lives or dies…is entirely up to Y/N herself.”
Silence fills the room as they can do nothing but stare at your still body.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Jungkook lays his hand against your cheek. He timidly strokes it, his strength gone at the feel of your skin, clammy and cold as if the blood has already frozen your veins. In spite of it all, the maknae breathes warmth onto his palms and presses them to your face, desperate to keep you warm.
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Ah, so cold.
Why is it so cold?
You shudder at the feeling, teeth chattering uncontrollably as you hug yourself to seek some sort of warmth. Usually, your hanboks are enough to keep you warm but why aren’t they doing their job right now? Seokjin always made sure your hanboks are warm and filled when the weather gets a little too cold, always overprotective and looking out for your well-being.
Even during his busy times, he won’t ever forget to look after you.
But why is it so cold today? And so dark?
Something flies past you, a breeze, a warm breeze against your cheek, so you lean towards it, gasping lightly at the warmth.
It leaves for a moment then returns warmer than before, then slowly turns cold once more before the process repeats again and again.
No, you want it to stay. To keep you warm.
You take a step forward, reaching out, but nothing changes, so you run towards the warmth, desperate in your steps, until finally, something bright and white shines through the darkness of your consciousness.
“Y/N.” Someone calls you.
Huh..?
“Y/N.” It calls again.
The voice comes closer and closer as you run towards it, towards the light, until finally, you recognize its uncanny gentleness.
Jungkook..!
You open your mouth to answer him but for some reason, your voice refuses to leave your throat. All you can feel is the warmth against your cheeks, which you desperately cling to with little else you can do.
Why does he sound so sad? You can’t have that, you need to get back to him.
In an instant, your consciousness floods back, as if that warmth has yanked your body forcefully from the freezing water.
“..Y/N…”
When your eyes flutter open, right in front of them is Jungkook, his face close, terror and concern marking his features.
Jungkook? What’s wrong?
Your heart aches so keenly at the sight and as you open your mouth to call for him, nothing comes out, nothing but its shallow breaths opening and closing.
You can’t speak.
Terror fills you as you reach out to place your hand over Jungkook’s warm ones, and in an instant, his once lost and distant eyes come back to life as they greet you.
“Y/N!” He pounces forward in a gasp, the loudest he’s ever been with you, alerting the rest of the men in the room.
“Someone call the doctor,” you hear Namjoon command and feel a shudder through your veins.
Cold, you want to say, but nothing comes out.
Yet they seem to hear you as you feel Seokjin tuck the blankets up to your neck, a gentle hand coming to graze your cheek.
“You’re alright now, you’ll be alright,” he whispers as if casting a spell.
Someone takes your hands, breathing warm air into them, while someone else brings warmth with a touch on your forehead.
Ah, so warm.
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It was the poison that took your voice away and unfortunately it won’t end there. According to the doctor, soon enough through the passing days, you’ll lose strength in your arms and legs as well, forcing you to remain at your bedside until eventually, the poison will take your heart if the antidote doesn’t run through the veins in due time.
You have a chance to meet death and you’ll do it in a slow, painful manner.
“Here, ah.”
Right beside you, Hoseok sits with a bowl of porridge in his hand, a spoon ready to feed you. You let him do the job, opening your mouth to take the food in before turning to your paper and brush to begin writing something down.
“I haven’t lost the strength in my arms yet. I can feed my own self.”
“Don’t be stubborn and let me take care of you.” You pout slightly and he laughs. “Seeing you like this almost reminds me of Taehyung. If only you could speak,” he says with a rueful smile as he reaches up to stroke your hair.
Not hearing your voice must be really hard on them as well.
Your brush dances over the paper again.
“Don’t you have a Clan to help run? You don’t have to stay here to help me, I’m fine on my own.”
“Y/N.”
“And if you’re that worried, my maids can help aid me so—”
“I’m not leaving your side,” he states, taking your brush away before you can write any further. When you’re forced to look up at him, Hoseok’s eyes are filled with concern and worry. “We’ll find the antidote,” he promises. “We’ll find it and things will return to normal again so please…please don’t push me away.”
You realize that he’s scared. Scared to lose you.
Chan had already taken his own life before anyone could get to him so your report on the matter didn’t matter so much. Currently, the castle is looking into his background, trying to find any link to anything, and although you’re not really sure what’s going on, something tells you they’re coming up empty.
Which is why every day, someone new stays at your side, taking care of you. They can afford one less person in the castle if it means staying by your side.
You’re doing okay for now but soon enough, they know you’ll lose the strength from the rest of your body if they can’t find the antidote.
They have to work fast.
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A few soft knocks and in just a few seconds, the door slides open to reveal Taehyung in his usual attire.
He looks down at you with an emotionless expression. “What’re you doing walking around?” He frowns your way and when you beckon to the tea at hand, Taehyung lets out a sigh and walks back into his room.
This time he doesn’t close the door behind him. This time he doesn’t push you away.
A bit sad it has to resort to this but you take what you can get and follow him into the room, foot sliding the door closed before you walk on over to settle by his bedside. You set the tray down, seeping the tea in silence, before handing him a cup.
Taehyung takes it without a word, his stare piercing as he stares at you even while bringing the cup up to his lips.
“I didn’t poison it.” You bring a paper up as if it had already been prepared beforehand and he scoffs.
“I don’t take you as one brave enough to do that to me,” he mutters and you frown in response as if asking ‘what is that supposed to mean.’ He laughs inwardly to himself as he leans back into his bedding, body pressed up to the wall so that he’s still sitting as he drinks his tea.
You crawl forward to his side and he watches from the corner of his eyes as your eyes wander at the bandages on his arm.
A hand reaches forward, not before you look up to ask for permission. When he says nothing in response, you take that as permission and press a gentle hand on his injured arm. There is a furrow in your brows as you examine his arm, lips pouting slightly before you take something from your hanbok and show him another prepared paper at hand.
“Does it hurt?”
He shrugs. “It’s useless now.” Your eyes bulge out when he calmly sets the cup back down without saying anything further until you tug at his sleeve, begging him to speak more. Taehyung sighs. “I’ve permanently broken it so I can’t use it anymore. It still hurts a bit but the pain’s subsiding as if it’s no longer part of the body anymore.”
You sit there remaining in silence — it’s the only thing you can do — but when he observes your expression, it twists with pain and he sighs as he sits up straight once more, hand reaching out to wipe away the tears that have fallen.
“This is why I didn’t want you around. I knew you’d cry seeing me in pain.” You cry more and he frowns. “I know, I know, but I was going to eventually let you in once my body decided to no longer associate this arm as a part of them.”
“Stupid,” he sees your lips form out those words and chuckles ruefully.
“I get it, I get it. Now stop your crying.” Taehyung wraps his one arm around your figure and pulls you in close so that you can let your tears soak his bare chest. He gently strokes your hair as you cry silently into his chest until you can no longer cry and the tears have worn you out.
You lay there in his arms, body rested up against him, eyes falling a bit sleepy. Even then you keep your eyes open because you don’t want to sleep just yet. With your brush and paper off to the side, you use your hand to write invisible letters upon his chest.
“Stupid.”
He laughs. “I know, you’ve already told me that.”
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”
“If that’s all you’re gonna write, I’ll kick you out.”
You look up at him with a disbelief stare, mouth gaped open before you huff and turn to leave his arms. If he doesn’t want you here then you’ll give him just that.
“Wait– oh come on, I was kidding,” the ninja says as he pulls you back in with his overpowering strength. You can’t compete with that, how can you ever? “I promise I won’t kick you out so just stay a little longer, alright? It was getting a bit lonely here.”
You look back up at him with a narrowed gaze before opening your mouth. “Stupid.”
Taehyung sighs and you press a hand to your mouth as your shoulders tremble.
He watches the smile on your face, missing the way it was so easy to hear your giggles resounding into the air. But right now he can hear nothing. Nothing at all. All that is are your pleasant smile, a hand over your mouth, and trembling shoulders.
No sound of music to his ears.
He misses your voice but he doesn’t say it, knowing you have it tougher than he does.
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In the silence of the night, Yoongi lays on your lap, eyes closed as nothing is heard except for the cicadas. You sit on the veranda, his warm overcoat draped over your shoulders as you play a soft tune on the flute.
Your voice may have been taken away from you but that doesn’t mean you can’t blow wind into the flute. So you play it softly for Yoongi, knowing just how much it relaxes him.
“Y/N.” When you hear him call for you, you stop playing in order to look down at him, a questioning tilt to your head. Yoongi opens his eyes, staring at nothing before him as you run your hand through his hair. “Are you afraid?” He asks and you pause in your ministrations for a moment.
Admittedly, you give him a nod before returning to play with his hair.
“Right, of course you are.” When he says that, his field of vision suddenly turns dark as you lean forward to press a kiss on his forehead, as if telling him that it’s alright because you trust them. You’re afraid because it’s a natural thing to feel during grave times like this, but you trust them nonetheless.
“I love you,” he whispers into the night and you smile gently, mouthing the words back to him.
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Jungkook watches you steadily from the back as you stroll through your garden, a soft smile on your face with a spring in your steps. You haven’t lost strength there just yet but he still worries as he keeps his eyes on you, ready to catch you if you were to fall at any moment.
When you turn around to catch his attention, he’s at your side in a split second. It’s gotten so quiet between the two of you now that you can’t talk. Jungkook’s a quiet man, after all, and you always filled up the silence but even though your voice doesn’t work as it normally would, the things you do as if you can still speak makes up for the silence.
You point down at a bush of flowers, mouthing out “ready” for him so he hunches over at the flowers, taking out the pruning shears that you weren’t allowed to hold because they didn’t want you to accidentally get hurt.
You crouch down beside him as you point to one of the flowers and he gets ready to cut the flowers but not before you tug at him to grab his attention.
When Jungkook looks over, you have a paper with instructions written on how to properly cut a flower off its stem. He reads them thoroughly, turning to the flowers to put them into practice with you guiding him along the way.
One after another, he cuts and cuts until you have seven flowers in your hands.
When he sees that bright smile on your face as you hand him one of the flowers, Jungkook knows he’s done a good job.
“For you,” you mouth out the words and he takes it in his hand.
It’s beautiful, pretty, though not as pretty as the smile you give him. So these flowers were grown for them. You took care of them so diligently that he always wondered why. When he brings the flower up to his nose and looks at you with a soft expression, he wishes he could hear your laughter resonating through the gardens.
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As you and Jungkook walk through the halls of the castle with you holding onto the six remaining flowers, you hear loud voices coming from somewhere down the hall.
Familiar voices.
“What the hell do you mean you’re going to march there yourself? You’re still healing, Taehyung.”
Brows furrowed, you look up at Jungkook who meets your eyes, his expression hard to read but you both know the voice belongs to Namjoon.
“I’m doing this for Y/N!”
“You’re doing this for yourself! Stop being selfish and stand down. If you march there now, you’re bound to fall into the enemies’ trap once more. Think logically, Taehyung.”
“Do you think we have time to think? We’re running out of time.”
“I know but if you just barge right in there, we’re not only going to be losing one of us but the rest of the Clan as well. I can’t risk that.”
Suddenly the doors slide open and Taehyung, who had opened the door abruptly, freezes at the sight of you who’s standing right in the doorway and silence fill the room.
Face still marked with anger, Taehyung lets out a noise of frustration before walking out the doors and down the hall, not caring to calm down even as you stand there, watching after him.
You look up at Jungkook who gives you a nod and heads down the hall to catch up to the older man.
“Y/N.” You look back into the room as Namjoon calls your name, his face filled with fatigue and exhaustion but even still, he flashes you a pressed smile. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
You walk into the room, sliding the doors closed as Namjoon settles himself back behind his desk, eyes concentrating on the tasks at hand and as you watch him, you can feel your heart aching at the sight of his weariness.
He looks so tired yet he’s still doing all that he can to find your antidote.
When he feels your presence beside him, he puts the paper down to turn your way. “What is it?” He asks and when he finds the flowers you have in hand, Namjoon gives you a small smile. “Are those for us?”
You nod.
“How pretty,” he says when you hand him one. “They’re the flowers you grew in the garden, aren’t they?” You nod. “I hope Jungkook helped you cut them and you didn’t do it yourself.” Another nod and he puts a hand on your head, ruffling it gently. “That’s my good girl.”
You wish you can help him in other ways but this is the only thing you can do for him as your heart aches, him not being able to keep the conversation up while you sit there frowning, hating the fact that you can’t do anything more.
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War is coming soon.
They’ve found the story behind who Chan was associated with and it links right back to the mission the three maknaes had been dealing with for some time now. The same people who took Taehyung’s arm away poisoned you.
As you sit there in your room, you stare at your hands which seem to hurt a bit whenever you would flex them. Soon enough you won’t be able to hold a brush and write to them. Soon enough you won’t be able to walk.
But for now, you can still do things moderately.
“Is something wrong?” Namjoon gazes down at you with concern as he takes the hand you had been flexing. “Does it hurt?”
You shake your head in response, putting on a smile for them.
“You can tell us if something’s wrong, Y/N,” Jimin says as he pulls up from your other side, his eyes kind and gentle.
You’re scared.
You’re scared because they have to leave soon, off to the battlefield in hopes of taking that antidote from the enemy, but who’s to say how much time you have left?
War doesn’t take a day or two. It takes weeks, months, but do you have the time?
When you take the brush into your hand, ready to write down your every worry, your every concern, you suddenly find yourself stopping.
You can’t.
If you tell them, they’ll worry and it’ll cause them more grief than relief.
“Y/N?”
“What’s wrong?”
The more you worry, the more concerned Namjoon and Jimin look, even reaching up to stroke your hair.
I’m scared, you want to say but don’t have the heart to. You hate the fact that you can’t speak but take their hands and meet their gazes.
“What is it?” Namjoon prompts.
They look so exhausted.
You take up your brush again, intending to tell them that you’re alright, that they don’t have to worry too much, but that in itself is a lie and even though you don’t want to tell them the truth about your feelings, you also know that you can’t lie.
They don’t deserve that.
But you also don’t wish to tell them all it is that is in your heart. You’re scared, terrified, and time only seems to be speeding up. Even your own hands are slowly beginning to lose their strength and soon enough you’ll be forced to remain lying in bed.
Your body feels so weak.
The brush refuses to move, leaving a dark blot of ink in the center of the paper.
“If you have something to say to us, it’s alright, just tell us,” Namjoon whispers against your hair, pressing his hands against your shoulders. Even that gesture alone threatens to tear you apart so you set your brush down, and look at him again. “Mmn. What is it?”
His voice sounds so gentle that whatever it is that’s happening seems like the stuff of nightmares, fading into obscure nothingness.
You wish you could fix all of this, that time would reverse back and you hadn’t been foolish enough to take the dried tea leaves Chan had given you. You wish him and Taehyung weren’t fighting, you wish you could make it all better.
It’s your duty as their lover to make sure the relationship is alright again once a fight breaks out between any of them. But, even when you open your mouth to speak, the words refuse to come.
You’re only growing weaker and weaker by the day and you’re scared to lose any of them. What if they don’t get the antidote in time and it strains their relationship? You don’t wish any of that to happen.
“Namjoon.” You want to call out his name, to make it all better, but there is nothing but silence. “Namjoon…”
Gently, his hand moves to rest against your cheek as Jimin takes your brush to set it down, then Namjoon lightly kisses you.
“I know,” he whispers. “I know what you want to tell me, Y/N.”
You feel Jimin’s hand on your other cheek and nuzzle into his warmth. They embrace you so tightly it almost hurts but if it means being in their arms is the last place you’ll be when your eyes close forever, you’d rather it hurt forever.
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War council ends today with a tense atmosphere as the retainers all leave the main hall with grim expressions on their faces.
What remains of the room are your seven boys and just as Taehyung is about to get up and leave, you walk right in to steal their attention.
“Y/N? What is it? Do you need something?” Seokjin asks when they all look your way.
You present them a piece of paper, flashing it in front of you with a smile.
“I want to see the cherry blossoms,” it states. They notice the change in the font, lines a little more squiggly than usual, some of the letters faint, some more bold, and when they find your features marked with such a serene and calm expression, how can they say no to that?
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“Careful, you might trip.” You look up at Taehyung with a slight pout and he rolls his eyes. “If you run off and fall on your knees, I’m not picking your ass up.”
“It’s not like you can with your one—”
“Oh, you wanna bet?”
You quickly shake your head with a silent laugh and instead take his hand despite his words, running off further towards the cherry blossoms which stand in a straight line, creating a beautiful path of pink petals right in between. The brightness in your face shines as you let the wind flow through your hair, loving the feel of the cherry blossoms against you.
When you shudder slightly at the cold, Namjoon has an overcoat draped over your shoulders, his hand gentle as he strokes your head.
“Don’t be too reckless now.”
You nod happily at his orders and quickly rush off elsewhere, leaving the two of them alone in silence.
“Seems someone’s finally found her smile. Do you really love the cherry blossoms that much?” Hoseok asks as he takes a petal from your hair while you look down, writing something despite struggling a bit.
“I love you spending time with you all more than anything.”
“Ah, so that’s what this was about?”
“The cherry blossoms are pretty though.”
“Of course. Though not as pretty as you.”
Your face flushes with red as you glare up at him. “Hoseok…” You word out and he laughs.
A harsh breeze passes by, causing a flutter to the pages of your paper so you hurry to press a hand on them, making sure they don’t fly away, but in doing so forget the overcoat over your shoulders as it flies off into the wind.
Oh!
You gasp inaudibly and turn on your heels to reach out and grab for it before it can get even further when suddenly you feel pain in your legs.
“Y/N?”
In the next moment, you fall on your knees, papers and brush falling into the wind, too weak in the legs to remain standing and in a split second, they’re right at your side.
“Y/N-”
You hunch over in pain as tears prick the corners of your eyes, a sharp needling pain stabbing at your legs. Terror crawls over them at the sight of your silent tears crying inaudibly.
Seokjin picks you up without effort and as they begin to head back with you in his arms, in spite of the pain jabbing into your legs, when you lay against the strength of your oldest lover, you can feel his body trembling in fear.
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Namjoon sits behind his desk, elbows propped over as his hands intertwined right in between, his leg jerking with anxiety.
They have yet to hear news of your wakening. You’re still breathing, still alive, but for how much longer? There are only two days left before they have to march to the front and it’s a relief, it’s a relief because soon he’ll have the antidote in hand but even then, he knows it will take some time before he finds it.
War doesn’t last for a few days after all, so once he leaves, will he even be able to see your eyes again before he returns? And what if it’s too late by the time he returns? What happens then?
He’ll be marching off to battle without having to see your precious eyes again.
Maybe he could hold it out for a few days, wait for you to open your eyes again.
No. He can’t.
He can’t delay it any further because he has to get the antidote.
The antidote.
“I’ll stay.”
Namjoon looks up at the unexpected voice, his eyes widening a bit as he stares at Taehyung who had just spoken those words. “..What?”
“My arm will hold us back anyway, so I might as well take over the duty of protecting the castle,” he states, eyes falling off to the side. “I haven’t trained hard enough with one arm to walk into the battlefield ready so just let me stay. It’ll be better than leaving Y/N alone.”
Namjoon hesitates for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” the younger one nods. In his eyes, there are regrets of not getting himself out there to train harder but even then, he falls determined to remain defending the castle and staying by your side while the rest of them marches off to the battlefield, fighting upfront to obtain the antidote to cure you.
Seeing that determination in his gaze, Namjoon nods. “Alright.”
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When you wake up again, there is no one but Taehyung in the room, his back leaning against the wall as his head turns to the side, eyes mindlessly looking out the window. It’s a gentle breeze but still, you shudder and he’s quick to look back with widening eyes.
“You’re finally awake,” he breathes as if he had been holding his breath for some time now. When Taehyung walks over to your side with worry marking his features as he tugs the blanket more up your neck, you wonder how long you’ve been unconscious to make him look like that. “How do you feel? Are you alright? Do your legs hurt?”
You shake your head lightly but frown when you realize you can’t feel them nor can you feel your hands.
You can’t move them.
“What is it?” He asks when you look as if you’re about to burst into tears at any second.
“Hands,” you mouth, and with a solemn expression, Taehyung takes your hand from underneath the blanket to give it a gentle squeeze.
You sense the touch it just the tiniest bit.
Where are the others? You want to ask as you look around, frowning at the lack of presence in the room. Are they busy preparing for the war? But then why is Taehyung here in his usual wear without looking the slightest bit busy?
“They’ve already marched to battle,” he answers your unspoken question, causing your head to quickly jerk back with a flash of alarm in your eyes. “You’ve been unconscious for a week, Y/N. They wanted to stay until you opened your eyes but…your antidote takes priority.”
No.
They’ve gone.
They left without saying goodbye.
You didn’t get to say goodbye nor did you send them off as you usually would. What if something happens to you? What if they’re too late? You’ll never get to see them again and the last time you ever saw them was during the cherry blossom viewing where you had collapsed and Seokjin carried you back home.
“Hey, Y/N, don’t look like that.” You feel Taehyung’s gentle hand against your cheek. “It’ll be okay, you’ll see them again,” he says, a promise made to the wind. In spite of how afraid he is, he still smiles for you, a gentle smile so soft and sweet you can hardly tell it’s Taehyung for a moment.
Why do you look like you’re about to cry?
You want to reach out, to hold his face, to comfort him, but your arms won’t move a muscle and as you struggle against your inner thoughts, Taehyung wipes an unknowing tear that had fallen from your eyes.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Everything will be okay.”
Terror wants to take control of you but Taehyung doesn’t let it. It’s as if he knows, as if he understands your frustration to want to help him, so he pries open the blankets and crawls in. It takes some effort because of his lost arm but eventually, he wraps his arm around you, a gentle kiss pressing to your forehead.
“You don’t have to cry anymore, alright? I’m right here.”
You look up at him as he wipes away the tears that are blurring your vision. You press a kiss to his collarbones then lean up, wanting to kiss him.
Taehyung chuckles lightly because you can’t reach up so he leans in to give you the honors.
It’s a gentle and sweet kiss, one you wish you shared with the rest of them before they left.
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“Why am I getting a report that you aren’t taking your meals?” When Taehyung walks in through the doors, his expression is hard and grave. You can sense the anger in them but turn from his glare to look off to the side.
He takes a moment, breathing in slowly before letting it out in order to calm his nerves.
“Y/N,” he sighs, and takes the porridge from the maid’s hand. She excuses herself without a word, closing the door behind her as she leaves, while Taehyung sits himself on your bedside, a frown in his expression. “Do you not have an appetite? Is that why?”
When you don’t answer him, he puts the bowl down to take your hand. “Look at me, please. Please, Y/N.”
With the desperation in his voice, you turn to look at him, pouting slightly while he looks at you with fear in his eyes. “Tell me what I can do for you,” he says, voice barely audible as he squeezes your hand, his head lowered. “How can I help, Y/N? What can I do? If you won’t take your meals, I…how is your body going to heal?”
It won’t heal, you want to say, not without the antidote.
“Please Y/N…please eat. Please? For me? The boys are out there fighting to get your antidote. Don’t you want to welcome them back with a smile?” He sounds so desperate, filled with so much pain as he watches you from where he sits, hating himself for not being able to do anything for you.
Your heart aches as you look at him, knowing just how much he’s blaming himself, and it’s during times like this when you wish you had a voice the most. You want to reach out and tell him that none of this is his fault, that he has no control over this, but you can’t.
You can’t.
So you let him help you up, let him press your body up to lean against his chest. He’s careful when he holds you, letting you use his body for support, as he reaches out to grab the bowl of porridge.
It’s hard because he has only one useful arm but he makes it work. He rests the bowl on his dead arm, steadying it carefully so that it doesn’t fall, while using his other one to hold the spoon.
“Eat for me, yeah?”
You open your mouth to let the spoon in, tears falling from your eyes, your heart aching, and despite how much it hurts to see him do this all for you, you open your mouth for all the spoons he feeds you until there is nothing left in the bowl.
When you finally finish, the bowl clatters to the floor and he lets out a sigh, letting his arm press against the floor behind him so that he can lean his weight onto it.
You rest there in his arms as he lets you listen to the beat of his heart. In the silence of the room, Taehyung presses a kiss to your head before resting his cheek right there. It is only until you fall asleep again does he let his own tears fall.
He doesn’t remember doing this for quite some time now. When was the last time he cried? Probably years ago, before he even met you. It’s been so easy to let his walls build up, sealing his heart from others, shutting you out even when you thought you were already in.
He wishes he hadn’t pushed you away so easily. He wishes he showed you more care, more love.
Why is it during the most crucial moments when people realize their mistakes all too late?
He wishes he had more time.
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You struggle in your sleep once more, a retainer rushing to the private of his chambers where he sat behind his desk, looking over some documents. The second his attention is called in concern about you, Taehyung forgets the papers and rushes to your side.
You awake the castle once more in your wake of suffering and as you whimper and cry in your silence, he can do nothing but watch as the doctor tends to you, doing all that he can to at least postpone some of your sufferings.
When are the others going to be back?
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“Feeling a little better now?” Once the room clears out and it’s no one but the two of you, Taehyung sits by your bedside once more, stroking your hair gently as he looks down at you with dark bags under his eyes.
You nod tiredly from where you lay and open your mouth to speak. He reads your lips so easily now.
“Is there any letter?” You ask and he reaches into his pocket to take out a piece of folded paper.
“We haven’t gotten any personal letters from anyone but the messenger stated that things seem to be going well for the time being. Maybe we’ll hear from them soon.”
“I want to see the cherry blossoms.”
He gives you a rueful smile. “Sorry darling, but they’re gone now. Summer’s in just a few weeks.”
Summer? Already? It feels just like yesterday the eight of you were walking under the cherry blossoms.
“Next year?”
He puts the letter back into his pocket to take your hand. “Yeah,” he squeezes, his voice soft and tender, “let’s go see them next year and the year after that, and the year after that. Until you tire of the cherry blossoms.”
“I won’t tire of them.” You shake your head and he chuckles.
“Then, we’ll keep seeing the cherry blossoms until a thousand more Springs to come.”
You nod in response, a sleepy smile resting on your face.
“Go to sleep, you deserve it after tonight.” You feel his hand stroking your cheek when your consciousness slips away.
.
.
.
“Y/N. A letter’s come.”
Your eyes light up. “Letter?”
“That’s right. So eat well, alright? And then we can read it together.”
You never get to read that letter, because halfway through your meal, you’re throwing up the contents, body trembling hard as your face scrunches up in the same, familiar pain he’s seen on your face during so many nights.
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.
We’re coming home.
Taehyung reads the same words over and over again and the more he reads it, the more his vision blurs to keep him from reading any further.
You’ve lost consciousness once more, having yet to wake even after three days. He had wanted to wait to read the letter with you but being as you have yet to open your eyes, he decided to go on to read it by himself.
The words Namjoon displays should have relieved him, to release the tensions that have been weighing heavily on his shoulders ever since the moment you had first lost consciousness, ever since they left him alone to care for you. Working around the castle all on his own while taking care of you is a hard task but he doesn't regret ever offering himself to Namjoon when they knew they needed someone to stay at the castle for you.
They’re coming back, finally, meaning they've gotten ahold of the antidote. He sits there in your room, the windows closed because you’ve gotten much too sensitive to the cold. It’s Summer but even then, your body temperature doesn't get any better. Your breath is shallow, barely there as you lay in your bedding, body as still as a corpse, almost like the first time they saw you when you had initially taken in the poison.
But unlike that time, it almost feels as if you really won’t open your eyes again, as if he’s losing you, as if he’s already lost you.
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.
.
“Milord! They’re back!”
With a glance your way, Taehyung takes a moment before rushing out the doors, his feet taking him faster than he’s ever run before.
Once he’s right at the entrance of the castle gate, he can see the horses from afar, running straight for him with Namjoon leading the herd.
Ah. They’re back.
They’re actually, finally back.
“Taehyung!”
“Taehyung! How’s Y—”
At the sight of the ninja’s tears, they freeze up in an instant, breath held against their throats, hearts as frozen as ice.
“Go,” he whispers. “Go before it’s too late.”
They rush to your room where you lie, eyes closed, body frozen in place with a moving beat. At the sight of you, they can instantly tell why Taehyung was so frightened he had cried before them, something he’s never done unless the situation was actually grave.
But you’re still breathing.
Still breathing.
Namjoon takes the antidote out and carefully spills the blue liquid in between your lips. Your face is as cold as ice when he touches you, trying his best to not let the antidote pour out.
“You’re going to be okay now, my love. You’re going to be okay,” he speaks in prayers, a wish made unto the heavens.
They hope they aren't too late.
.
.
.
“Y/N?”
You feel a gentle hand grazing your cheek, one that you haven’t felt in a while. It’s warm and tender, filled with strokes of love as you feel your eyes slowly opening. Once your vision comes into view, you find Namjoon right above you, his brows arched with relief and anguish all the same.
Why are you crying? You want to ask.
“Hey, little darling, finally awake now, are you?” Jimin plays with your hair, his fingers gentle upon your head.
They’re back, you realize, but they don’t seem to be in their armors so maybe it took some time for your body to gain consciousness once more? The last thing you remember was throwing up the meal the maids had prepared for you, happily eating for some time because you wanted to read the letter that came for you and Taehyung.
You never got to read the letter.
How many days has it been since you lost consciousness?
It doesn’t really matter now does it? Because you’re awake now and feel a bit lighter on your body.
“How do you feel?” The doctor asks you moments later once they give the two of you space so that he can examine you.
You open your mouth to try and speak but still, nothing comes out.
“Seems it will take some time for you to regain your strength, my lady. Can you feel your legs?” You shake your head. “How about your hands?” You shake your head again.
“Has the antidote not worked?” Yoongi asks, his voice filled with worry.
“It’s working well, my lord. Her face is already regaining color as you can see, but you will have to give it some time before the lady can move again.”
“And her voice?”
“It may return with time. For now, make sure she takes her medicine and rests well. She will have to do some physical training on her body once it regains its strength but make sure she doesn’t push herself too much. Unfortunately, her body will remain weaker than before as a lasting side effect of the poison but that shouldn’t hinder her from doing her usual activities. Just make sure she doesn’t ask too much of herself.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“Hear that?” Seokjin turns to you when the doctor leaves, his smile soft. “You’re okay now, love.”
You’re okay now.
You’re okay.
“Were you scared? You must’ve been so scared. But everything’s alright now so there’s no need to worry about anything else.”
“Welcome home,” you mouth and their expressions soften.
“Mmn. We’re home.”
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Unmei | OT7
bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader
01 - what i need...
☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese.
☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst.
☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️
☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it.
☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character).
☁️ word count: 3,5k
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! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.
Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets…
Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.
The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.
The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.
That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.
“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”
You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.
Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?
A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.
After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.
What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.
Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.
Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.
For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.
"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."
Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker.
He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.
Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.
What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.
You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.
“Is this not to your liking?”
A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.
“I hate it.”
You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head.
Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.
His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons.
“The Ball, or the cake?”
His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.
He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.
His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.
The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.
“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”
“You already knew who I was.”
You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.
“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."
You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.
"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.
"Someone you like?"
Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.
"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"
"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"
The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.
Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.
"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"
He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.
"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."
You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.
"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."
Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.
"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"
Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,
You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.
However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.
"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."
As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.
"I-"
The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.
"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"
No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.
You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.
Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?
"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.
Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.
Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.
A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.
"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"
"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.
An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?
"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?"
Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence.
"After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."
You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.
"What does it mean?"
Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.
"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."
Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.
"I must… I must go and freshen up."
You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.
Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.
Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.
The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness.
Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.
A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.
You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.
Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.
Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.
But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.
"Y/N!"
A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.
"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."
Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.
You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.
If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.
"It's all right, love. I'm here."
Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.
The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."
He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.
You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.
Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.
"Please don't let me go."
Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.
"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.
"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"
Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.
So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.
You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.
"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.
"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.
"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.
Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.
"Good girl."
His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.
But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.
Taehyung wanted to break you.
"You look so pretty right now, dove."
He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."
Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.
"Taehyung, I..."
You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.
The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.
Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.
"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.
"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"
"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"
You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.
"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."
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Fall Of Empire
NEW ARRIVALS '6'
Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.
When the first ray sunlight hit you wake up and prepare a little bag to take with you to the royal castle you don’t have much just few pair of dress that you sewed and undergarments. Feeling giddy to start a whole new life that, it is as exciting as horrifying you don’t know what to expect a part of you want to stay behind with hoseok but other part want you go out and not waste this opportunity maybe in the end it would be worth it.
There were three caravans send by the king for the transportation to the castle, one was already filled with bundle of belongings of the one who was selected. the second and last one occupied with men and women respectively. The chatting of the crowed loud mothers listing how to do proper work how to maintain everything around the kitchen to tips to seduce some wealthy men teasing grins and laugh echoes. The same on other caravans, fathers giving fair well to their sons telling them come back as brave knight with a charming woman beside them.
The three knights watch this from the side they had taken all the precautions to leave they’re just waiting for the exchange to end. Ameon had already left complaining how he could not bear to stand anymore on here.
Jungkook glance into opening of woods for minute jimin pats him on the shoulder yoongi sees that “don’t be selfish jungkook it’s better for her if she didn’t come at all” he mumbles.
Jungkook hide his hurt look he knows yoongi means no harm it’s his concerns “yeah” he whispers back.
“don’t know if the God is cruel or kind” jimin state jungkook frown at him, jimin take his chin and turns him to the side the pout on his lips dissolving when he sees you stands there clenching on your bundle of belongings.
Yoongi watches you with stoic look making you hesitate on your steps jungkook didn’t move either, jimin give you charmingly walking towards you not before giving jungkook a mischievous grin. When he reaches you, he smiles softly at you genuinely. “Thought we lost you for a bit”
“Forgive me. I was hoping to say my farewell to hoseok, but he was not home” you glance around the crowed searching for said male but found none.
He takes the belonging from you gesturing you to walk “yeah he is not here either.”
When the two you approach the crowed goes silent and hushed whispers arose from the crowed you nod at jungkook and yoongi as walk by them. Jimin secure you belongings on the first caravan people move out the way as if your ill with contagious diseases.
The three-knight exchange look at this yoongi shakes his head at jimin subtly telling him not no anything. Jungkook’s displease expressed through the frown on his face. Jimin, motion you get inside the wagon where other girls sitting. When you make way towards them some of the mothers hurriedly motion their daughter sit far away from them making you hesitate to even get inside.
“Uhm… there is no space for another sit sir. “One of the girls speak up chorus of agreement echoes you nervously look around eyes always shifting not wanting to lock on the glares disapproving eyes.
Jimin raise his perfect brow at the statement an obvious lie “I am sure we could find some space for her” he said with polite smile his hands taking your palm other hand pointing inside the caravan.
“it’s going to be a long journey it would be better if they are not cramped up” a guy come up beside jimin saying his eyes find your form hiding his disgust he politely smiles at you “maybe you should go back your home, I’m sure they have enough helpers now. They would not be needing you”
Humiliation seep through your skin telling yourself not break a tear to further humiliation when you feel your self tears picking your eyes. Hiding your head down you nod slowly.
Jimin frown at that before he can say anything yoongi intervene calling your name “they are right” he states jimin and jungkook shared disbelief look at this. You take your hands from jimin his eyes held an apologetic look. When goes to walk by yoongi he takes your hands in his you glance at him confused “she will ride with me”
The people around them gasp jungkook and you included jimin grin wide yoongi “smooth” he mouths at him. Yoongi shakes his head the corner of his lips twisting into a small smile that you wouldn’t see if your far but up close you catch it.
He strides towards his horse with your hands still in his he motions you get on but you stand still shocked at his action taking your chin closing your parted lips “keep it close will you” with a grin he mounts the horse lending you hand “you confuse me” you whisper before taking his hand.
“I know”
Jimin pats on shell shocked jungkook “take notes brother, take note.” His laugh hidden by false pity
“So unfair” jungkook pout murmuring and they mount their horse. Jimin announce the departing to everyone. Yoongi guides his horse to move to the front taking the lead, he commands the driver to follow them.
Before they can move a voice yell at them “WAIT FOR ME” Panting heavily hoseok come dashing out the woods his cheeks were flushed pink,
Jimin and jungkook who was in the back turn to familiar voice calling out they share puzzled look when they see hoseok.
Hoseok had woken up with pounding headache the wash off the drunkenness he had gone to the river to wash up the cold water had really woken him up the soreness and buzzing of head left him. After that he had packed his things hurriedly yelling at his family that he was going castle to become a knight. The news was very surprising to his parents but overjoyed nonetheless. He could hear the people chatter as they prepaid the sendoff. Making sure he has everything he set out your home, the sole reason he was leaving no one need to know that it’s his secret to keep. But when he couldn’t find you there, he started running to the center of the town.
“You are coming with us?” jungkook question with excited smile
“Maybe” Hoseok throws his bag on cart that he then hurriedly turns to the caravan that the women occupied looking for you his smile melting away replaced with a frown when he does not find. The girls in the caravan blush as his eyes search.
“Hoseok is that you?”
he hears your voice call out joyously calling your name he pushes his upper body to lean inside the caravan making the girls giggle “are in there?” he calls out with biggest smile.
“Hoseok what are you doing?” now you sound from behind making the him jump and hit his head. Glancing over yoongi shoulder you watch hoseok stammer over his words.
Yoongi grin at the male “so decided to show up last minute huh!” only then hoseok register that you’re riding on the stoic knight’s horse.
“Why are you riding with him” he asks without any hesitation, the recruits start mumble among themselves making you glance at them and then to hoseok.
“We are already late hoseok, catch up later” yoongi motion the driver to continue the travel not wanting to late any further and knowing hoseok would be defiantly angered and would not hesitate give a peace his mind to the recruits if he knows what is events that lead you to ride with him, he rather much like to avoid that nodding at jimin as he starts to guide his horse ignoring the protest of hoseok wanting explanation.
You glance back at hoseok giving him a smile nodding your head at him.
Jungkook gallop towards hoseok “you can ride me with, come on” he gives him a wide smile adorably.
“Jimin, I will ride with you” hoseok batts no eyes at the knight who pouting at him and get behind jimin who was silently laughing.
Jimin grin as hoseok get behind him stretch his head to get a glimpse of you on the very front “they did not want her to sit with them, earlier a man even said she would no use to the castle. That why he takes her with him”
Hoseok’s face twists upper lips curls into a sneer before falling his eyes on your figure only to see you look back at him the angers melt away as his eyes hold on yours a small smile on his lips.
Jungkook who now beside jimin sees you and wave at you enthusiastically making you laugh a little as you see his whole body shake and returns a wave before looking away. Beside hoseok give him death glare.
As the horse gallops through the narrow path, you see the sunlight breaking through the trees, casting a bright glow on the ground below. The breeze caresses your skin, bringing the scent of the flowers and the greenery something you grown too fond of something that you’re so familiar. As the horse gallops the landscape become more rural you take in the massive fields of rice and people cultivating peacefully, in the tranquil setting with the stalks of rice swaying in the breeze. The two towers however break the tranquil feel of the landscape. It is a tall, imposing structure with guards constantly watching over the area. It is a remainder of the security and protection that the people inside the walls are afforded, even in a peaceful serene setting such as this. The towers provide a sense of security but also a sense of conflict and tension as it seems out of place among the rice fields up ahead stands trees laden with fresh fruits, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
As the horse continues the smile on your face slowly starts to dim when the large walls, the dark gigantic walls sperate your life and their life. Your hands tighten on yoongi’s clothes.
There are five guards standing Infront gate of the wall, they quickly open the gate when they see the knight sighing yoongi guide his horse, slowly the horse walk through the gate and the insides seems so…. Dull. A frown manifests its self on your face.
The people move around like they have no life, even though you were spending all of your life you know back home in hoseok home they were so lively, there is chatter and songs and people laugh would echoes they were happy content but the people here are almost miserable, they speak so quietly.
Hoseok too confused to see the state glance at your equal confused face, he turns to jungkook stunned when he sees the male who was so smiley has blank face jimin too. That give hoseok whiplash, they were both too cocky and energetic as him but now they are dull too. The small children watch with curiously as the new commers moves their parents tug their children’s away, if you thought you had torn clothes some of the people had worse. The people’s clothes consist of dull colors.
“Min yoongi?” a voice call, a young man comes running making yoongi turns to him “the commander order to presence you as soon as you get here.” He pants crouching down.
yoongi turns to jimin and jungkook the two nods at them, jungkook get down from his horse walking towards you two.
“Fancy the rest walk with me, y/n?” he gives you his hand understanding the situation you take his hands and let him help you get down as well. Jungkook, one hands on your and other on your waist, he carefully tugs you down.
Hoseok too gets down in lighting speed making jimin startle he starred towards you clasping your hands in his.
“You two take them, I will be back” yoongi instructs with a last glance at everyone he rides towards where the commander would be.
“You alright?” hoseok asks his eyes pinned on yours
You give him a smile squeezing his hands “yeah. I did not expect you come though. What changed your mind?”
You.
He lips curls as he taken your lilted head watching him with a confused look “just wanted to try something new”
You hum believing his words.
Jimin gives hoseok knowing smile he had heard the conversation. “Come on, now.” He walks Infront his hands holding his horse reins jungkook to hurry his horse guiding the it along with jimin.
Hoseok hands tighten as he follows them through the streets of the kingdom, not wanting to lose you.
The commander’s room is large, imposing space. The walls, floors are in deep shade of black and grey marbles, without a window to let the sun light in. the center of the room is a massive, polished wooden table covered with maps and diagrams at the back of the room is towering stones fireplace, with a massive roaring fire flickering behind the commander who sits at the table. He is man of strict discipline and a tough nonsense approach.
He looks up when the sound of sharp footsteps reached his ears but stay silent nor did yoongi said anything.
“I did not think you would do as instructed” the commander spoke finally. “For quick moment I feared for the three of you”
Yoongi knows what the commander is implying yet choose to stay silent making the man sigh “I would never blame you for having your own way of thinking, I know your silence and I also know what the mind of yours plotting”
Yoongi eyes held the commanders unnerving gaze without flinching “I am quite pleased that you listened to royals, that what I wanted to say”
“Will that be all” yoongi finally speaks, no longer wanting to stay with the man.
The commanders face falls at detached voice, he walks towards yoongi “yoongi….my son. Do not forget that we just a puppet for the royal family, the commoners and we are not so different.”
“Not for long” he said making his father sigh yoongi turns on his heels without another word.
Upon reaching the palace you and hoseok were separated, the women were escorted to the kitchen’s hall while the men outside the palace. Jungkook and jimin is with him.
The knight requested everyone to foam a two to three lines as he guided you through the palace, it was contrary to what you previously saw. The hall is large and spacious with walls that are covered in stones purple large curtains hugged the windows sculptures and large flowers pots here and there. Finally, the large door to the kitchen opens and the sounds of peoples chatter and clinging of pots and sizzling sound of fire came.
An older woman with dark hair and tired face greets everyone with a smile few steps away from her is group of girls stands. “Welcome to the palace dears, come on in”. she walks everyone inside the “first of I am grateful for everyone for coming. My name is Agnes, I am the head maid. Let get straight to the point as everyone of you are new, you will not get directly into kitchen. You are all expected to do anything the royals demands, from cleaning the floor to tend the kings and royal and noble family” she said with tight smile making some of you puzzled while giggles at that. “These girls will be assisting you, any of you have any uncertainty do not hesitate to ask” she points to the girls that stands beside her. “You will be staying in the maids’ quarters and your uniform is also arranged if there is any alternation, please inform us”
She nods at the group of girls and motion them meet each other and slowly the both side of girls starts to exchange words soon they split into group two or more.
Emma stands still feeling eyes on her she sees Agnes sympatric eyes on her she gives her an encouraging nod.
Putting on false happy façade she glances around the girls to find anyone that she could help, and finds an odd one standing alone hesitating mingle like rest of them. you stand there, hands nervously moving around puling your small bag.
Emma feet’s takes her to you “hello there, I am Emma”
You say your name with a nervous smile grateful for coming to you “think you can help when I needed?”
“We are in this together, do not be afraid” she answers. “Let me show you the way too your room” nodding you let Emma lead you.
“How long have you been working here?”
Emma thought for minute “three years, but it feels like eternity” she turns her head to you “tell me about your family”
“There is no one expecting me back home”
Emma frown she just wanted to change the subject “forgive me”
“You did not know, it is alright” you give her a smile a sincere one “I never know my mother, my father passed away few years ago”
She nods silently after taking three turns you and her come into hallway where the sunlight barely shines several doors on both side of the walls. “Since you are with, we you can stay with me.”
She opens the second door on the left side the room had a fire place and is big enough to fit twp small beds, two had pillows and a torn yet sewed together blankets. “You can take the bed if you want”
“Oh, I do not want to take away someone else bed. I will be fine on the floor”
She turns away from opening a small dress cabinet “do not fret, it is just two us”
You could hear the sadness coming from her words even if her face is hidden “what happened?”
“She left” Emma turns to you in her hand is folded clothes of two sets she hands them to you “its new I think it will suit you”
You take them from her hands whispering a thank you.
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“This assembly of the Ruling Court is hereby now in session.”
Yoongi sighs deeply, running his fingers through his hair once and cracking his neck to ease the tension building in the back of his head. These meetings only happen four times a year - once per season - and somehow he feels like this might be the hardest part of his whole job.
His eyes skim over each of the kings seated here at the High Table with him, trying to gauge everyone’s moods from their body language. King Lee from the Western Dragonguard, already on his second cup of mead and clearly feeling it. King Park of the Northern Borderlands, shrouded in an air of suspicion, not that that’s anything of interest. With a nickname like the Paranoid Recluse, it’s a wonder the guy even bothers to show up to these meetings at all.
Yoongi’s amused by his own internal monologue, the ghost of a smile crossing his exhausted features. It catches the attention of the man seated directly across from him, Yoongi meeting the eyes of King Kim and finding a subtle grin on his own face. Much closer in age to Yoongi than any of these other crabby old men, Kim (of the Southern Gardens) had treated Yoongi as an equal from the moment he’d stepped into power. The respect is mutual, and Yoongi has felt on more than one occasion that he’s only safe in these gatherings due to the presence of this unspoken ally.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. The air around him twists with energy in response to the physical contact, his aura shifting protectively. Wisps of black smoke peek into his peripheral vision as they swarm him, assessing the situation and deciding he’s in no danger before sinking back into his skin comfortably.
He has no cause for worry - he knows there’s only one person in this room that would ever dare to lay a hand on him, King Kim included. As welcoming as Kim may be, Yoongi’s well aware that he’s the odd man out - the black smoke that surrounds him like a cape is only one of many markers of his bloodline.
The hand on his shoulder squeezes once, pulling Yoongi back again. At the imperceptible nod of his head, it slides off of him, but its owner lingers close, a helicopter parent in his own way.
Taehyung can be a bit overbearing at times, but not once since they’ve met has Yoongi made a decision with anything less than full confidence. It’s only because of this that he lets Tae drag him to these damned meetings every season - he knows his advisor would never let him get away with hiding away in his castle like he wants to.
“The first item on the agenda is the economic state of affairs in the Southern Gardens-”
Kim cuts off the small herald at the front of the room with a tired sigh.
“As I have insisted to the Court on numerous occasions, there is no need to question my ability to manage the Five Nations’ economic needs - I’ve only been King for ten damn years.”
Yoongi snorts under his breath - it seems being human isn’t enough to save Kim from the suspicions of the older kings. It doesn’t matter that he’s singlehandedly lifted the economic prosperity of the Five Nations to heights they’d never seen before he’d come into power. Apparently, just being under the age of 50 is reason enough to distrust him.
“Well, with all your partying and grand monetary gestures, it’s not unreasonable to ask how reasonable you can really be with all of our money.”
Yoongi bites back the sigh this time - King Jung wasn’t really in the habit of staying quiet for this long, so he’d hoped that maybe the man had found some kind of inner peace since the last meeting.
Apparently not.
Of all the bothersome men Yoongi is forced to break bread with, Jung is quite possibly the worst of all. And while he’s seen cruel men - while he’s known, far too well, what a cruel king looks like - Jung might just be the cruelest he’d ever encountered.
From the moment Yoongi had taken the throne of the Eastern Seascapes, the Nexus had aligned itself as a direct enemy. The central-most kingdom of the Five Nations, the Nexus had been ruled by Jung Yunho since Yoongi was a kid. And he’d never heard a kind thing said about the man in his whole life. With reason, of course.
A political ally, constantly straddling the line between civility and warfare. The Ruling Court requires each of the Five Nations to remain allies for the sake of their reliance on one another. Each nation thrives in its own way, providing for the entire land in exchange for shared peace and resources.
Naturally, the Eastern Seascapes had always been a wild card. Its borders consist of forest-lined danger, feral demons hiding in its darkness while they wait for unprepared prey to wander into the treeline. And, while the East’s history is filled with attempted conquerings, it had become clear over time that only a demon - a strong one - would be capable of ruling over that land and keeping the danger from invading the other nations. The Min family had stepped in to do the job, an unyielding powerhouse of demonic energy - just the solution the Five Nations had been looking for.
And now, almost 100 years later, Yoongi’s stuck in this god-damned meeting, in the god-damned Nexus.
“By ‘partying and grand monetary gestures’, did you mean my wedding, King Jung? The one that you so willingly attended and enjoyed to its full capacity? Was it in any way different from the countless balls and festivals you feel so inclined to host at a moment’s notice?” Kim’s glare cuts across the table as he speaks, daring Jung to challenge him.
Yoongi’s eyes catch the huff that Jung lets out, and he’s relatively satisfied with the way that Kim had put him in his place. Another reason to like the guy.
Jung snaps his fingers once, his servant squeaking and fumbling with the scroll in his hands.
“U-Uhm… Ah yes, onto the next item of the agenda! The annual military drafting procession and traveling party to the Eastern Seascapes. King Min, if you will…” The servant gestures weakly in Yoongi’s general direction, never meeting his eyes. Most people can’t.
Yoongi shifts in his seat, unsure what to say. He says the same thing every year - that’s why it’s called an annual military drafting. It happens every fucking year.
“His Majesty has made the appropriate preparations and has no significant updates for the Court. The draft will depart from the Nexus in two days’ time and arrive in the Eastern Seascapes in just under a week - there are 12 recruits this year, each of whom will remain in the East for the mandatory 2 years before either returning to their respective kingdoms or extending their service in the East for another term.”
The voice that rings out above Yoongi’s head is deep and even, likely surprising a few of the kings’ own servants. It’s not common to bring an advisor on these trips, so it’s a very foreign concept to the men in this room that Yoongi would have someone with him who’s also capable of speaking for him.
It doesn’t help that Taehyung’s entirely unwavering when he addresses the Court. He leaves no room for question when he speaks, which is a trait that Yoongi both respects and at times despises.
He’s feeling pretty grateful for it right now, especially when Jung only glares and snaps again at his servant. Time to move on to a new item of conversation.
“N-now then, onto discussing King Min’s marriage candidacy…”
Yoongi changes his mind - he’s not feeling grateful anymore.
“I beg your pardon?”
His own voice is foreign to him, low and raspy from underuse. He’s perfectly happy with letting Taehyung handle his affairs, but he just couldn’t contain his surprise, a dark eyebrow lifting in agreement.
The herald’s visibly sweating now, nervous about the tendrils of black that are starting to snake around under the High Table. His voice cracks with anxiety as he elaborates.
“I-it has come to the attention o-of the Court that His Majesty has yet to take a wife… There are concerns about His Majesty’s ruling capabilities given his inability to find a suitable partner for producing an heir-“
Yoongi’s stopped listening, his annoyance spiking as his eyes flick over to Jung. The man is wearing a smug grin as he leans his elbows forward on the table and addresses Yoongi.
“It’s been five years since you’ve taken the throne, young man. It’s time for you to do your kingly duties and find a woman who will give you an heir and solidify your family’s continued alliance with the Nations.”
Yoongi only stares, eyes cold as he calculates the situation. Calculates the threat lingering in the man’s words.
“His Majesty need not take a wife in order to reassure the Court of his alliance to the Nations. Additionally, the lifespan of a demon is generally longer than that of a healthy human, meaning His Majesty should be in no rush to produce an heir-“
“I wasn’t talking to you, peasant.”
Taehyung blinks at the interruption, unfazed by Jung’s attitude. It’s relatively tame, given his temper.
“The Court, and just about anyone with eyes, knows exactly what caused the… untimely passing of this brat’s father.” Jung gestures rudely at Yoongi, who has yet to relocate his glare anywhere else. The man snarls, leaning in again. Yoongi wonders if the table will crack under his weight.
“Or should I say… we know who caused the previous king’s death.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react to the obvious provocation, Jung sighs, throwing himself roughly back into his chair. He’s a man who prides himself on inciting anger and fear in others - Yoongi’s happy to deprive him of that satisfaction.
“We all know you killed your own father in cold blood, boy. We let you take your stolen power and contribute to the peace of these lands, but now it’s been years and we have no way of knowing if you’ll revolt or stay loyal to us. Either you take a wife and produce an heir, or we take your negligence as an act of war-“
“My Lord, if you would have some patience - there’s no need to jump to declarations of war. King Min has shown no malice to the Court or to the people of the Five Nations in any of his time at this High Table. If anything, he’s treated his subjects with much more kindness than his father had ever shown, and he has kept the peace by continuing the military draft and culling the rising dangers of the East.”
Yoongi’s got to admit, he’d never been openly defended by anyone other than Taehyung before. It’s shocking to see Kim jump so readily to his defense. But he can’t say he doesn’t appreciate it. He knows if he’d made these points himself, the other kings would only see him as self-preserving and desperate to argue.
“King Jung has a point here, though. King Min is far too young and too unpredictable to be trusted - how do we know he won’t go rogue?” Lee speaks up from behind his fourth cup of mead, Park nodding along suspiciously. Yoongi feels himself growing exhausted.
“His Majesty is perfectly capable of ruling the East without the interference of the Court - has he demonstrated in the past any evidence of anarchy-“
“I am tired of hearing your voice, you insolent child!“ Jung slams a heavy hand down on the table in rage when Taehyung speaks. Yoongi can feel that they are all startled, but powerful men in a politically charged meeting are nothing more than performers on a stage. None of them reveals an ounce of emotion, not even when the herald starts to cry softly in his own fear.
Jung jabs a fat finger in Taehyung’s direction, disgust written all over his face.
“The Kings at this table will not be addressed by a mere servant such as yourself. Your presence in this room is nothing more than decoration - do you see any of these other men interrupting this conversation?!”
Taehyung’s eyes flit around the room at the servants hovering behind each of their respective kings. No, none of them are speaking - but none of them hold the title he does.
“Answer me, boy.”
Taehyung’s gaze flies once more to Jung, and he’s unable to stop the satisfaction that fills his eyes when he speaks.
“My apologies, Your Majesty, but your instructions were not very clear - I thought you were tired of hearing my voice.”
Yoongi lets his eyes close, sighing softly. Taehyung’s always had an issue holding his tongue.
There’s a cup flying across the room at his snarky response, a sticky arc of mead making its way through the air and onto the table with an unsatisfying splat. Taehyung only leans slightly to the left, the cup soaring past his ear and clattering to the floor behind him.
“You will not talk back to me in my own kingdom! You’re nothing more than scum under my boot- show your king some respect!”
Taehyung watches the sole ruler of the Nexus throw a literal temper tantrum, disappointed but unsurprised. He’s considering making another comment, mostly because he’d always found it fun to taunt the cruelest king in the land, but he finds that he doesn’t have time to say anything at all.
There’s a wall of black smoke flying into his vision, circling the space in front of him viciously. He can’t even see Yoongi anymore, his king disappearing instantly under the swirling cloud.
The air in the room whips around the High Table angrily, knocking over bottles of mead and yanking dangerously at the sheer curtains blocking the windows. The heavy double door doors to the Meeting Room, which had previously sat open, are slammed shut without warning. The men in the room all jump, performances forgotten in the wake of the Demon King.
Yoongi’s body emerges from the swirling globe of darkness, back arched as vines of black aura - his aura - support his weight and set him down. He seems entirely detached from the actions his body takes, gaze clouded and unaware. But he’s always in control.
The moment his feet touch the ground, the whirlwind of chaos in the room is suspended - the air stills, wisps of darkness lingering in the space around him for just a moment - and then it all comes rushing toward him at once. His body absorbs all evidence that his aura had ever been there, seemingly unburdened by the mass of energy flooding into his very soul. All that’s left are eyes that glow a deep, blood red, power humming from within his skin as his gaze locks on the one who’s shown him the deepest form of disrespect today.
Jung can only stare, jaw slack and bottom lip trembling just slightly. The High Table had never seen this display of barely contained power.
Not even from Yoongi’s father.
“Last I checked, My Lord, Kim Taehyung was not registered as a citizen of the Nexus. You should be more careful with your words, and you should certainly take care not to overstep where you are not welcome.”
Yoongi leans forward, planting his hands gingerly on the table. His eyes pass over the rest of the kings, bloody gaze shaking them to their core. He sees Kim brace himself for the eye contact ahead of time, and thinks to himself that it’s really a shame that they could probably never be friends.
It’s fine. They were never the same anyway.
“The Court would do well not to interfere with my personal life in the future. My ability to rule my country and keep peace with the Five Nations is mine and mine alone. A wife will not change this, and an heir will come when I decide to produce one. Until that day comes, I won’t hear of this conversation again.”
He rises, turning his back and heading for the door, but not before pausing for one last comment, his eyes dark and black once more as they make contact one by one with each of the remaining four kings.
“The military draft was designed by the kings of Nations’ past with the purpose of training soldiers for combat by throwing them into the worst possible human condition. The fact that the soldiers who actually make it out of my training alive would be capable of defending each of your kingdoms against man and demon alike is knowledge that’s invaluable to you.”
He hones in now on Jung, the threat clear in his words.
“So I sincerely advise you to think hard before starting a war with me.”
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“You just love risking your life for a little drama, don’t you?”
Y/n jumps, turning over her shoulder in the direction of the voice. She normally would have noticed him coming down the corridor - his footsteps feel like second nature to her now - but she’d been too invested in what’s going on in the Meeting Room, just around the corner.
“You missed so much! Where have you been?”
Hoseok sighs, shaking his head fondly at her.
“I was hoping you’d stay out of trouble, but obviously you still need my help with that.”
She smiles, waving him toward her and returning to her place in the corridor. There’s a tingling in her fingers and toes, like they’re starting to go numb. It’s a familiar feeling, one that also sits deep in her stomach. It’s the only telltale sign she has to know that her Gift is activated.
That, and the fact that when she turns back to Hoseok, she can tell he hasn’t moved toward her. He hadn’t seen her beckon him to her, which means he can’t see her at all. Her Gift must be getting stronger if he’s starting to struggle seeing more than her presence sometimes.
“You plan on standing in the middle of the corridor like that until the Ruling Court meeting is over?”
Hoseok starts at the mention of the seasonal gathering, moving toward her voice. When he bumps into her, he lowers himself to her height, peeking around the corner with her.
“You know I look really stupid like this, right? If we get caught, it’s going to look like I’m just sneaking around by myself when I don’t have to.”
Y/n snorts under her breath as she tries to refocus her hearing toward the open doors of the Meeting Room.
“That makes one of us.”
Hoseok winces, choosing to ignore the comment in favor of eavesdropping.
“…ssing King Min’s marriage candidacy-”
“I beg your pardon?”
Both Y/n and Hoseok gasp and lean forward, not unlike a couple of gossiping schoolgirls.
“They want the Demon King to get married?!” Y/n manages to remember to whisper in her excitement, Hoseok letting out a breath of disbelief.
“May the Gods pity whatever poor girl has to marry that guy.”
Y/n turns to Hoseok’s voice, interest piqued.
“I mean, is he hot?”
He shoots her an incredulous glance.
“The Court wants to force some random girl to marry the literal king of demons and produce an heir with him, and you want to know if he’s hot?”
There’s a moment of silence, one where Y/n doesn’t say a word, and Hoseok has his answer. He sighs, nodding.
“… I’d say he’s an 8. Probably a 9 if he’d just learn to smile.”
Y/n grins widely, pleased with his response.
“Then I’m sure he’ll have no problem… reproducing.” She snickers when Hoseok shoves her, a noise of disgust leaving him.
He’s about to make a comment about how crude she is, but there’s a heavy slam of a hand on wood and the voice of Jung Yunho flowing out into the hall.
“I am tired of hearing your voice, you insolent child!”
They both jump, all too familiar with their father’s temper. It fills them with equal amounts of anxiety, and all Hoseok can do is reach for his sister’s hand, squeezing hard when he finds it.
“I hope he’s not talking to the Demon King like that - that dude could probably rip Father apart if he wanted to.” Y/n pauses after saying that, letting the idea sink in. “Hm. Maybe that’s for the best.”
Hoseok snorts, shaking his head at her commentary.
“Oh, how I wish that was a joke.”
Y/n turns to Hoseok, asking the question that’s been on her mind for weeks now - months, if she’s honest.
“Are you still going to join the draft?”
He doesn’t respond, the sound of his breathing even as he considers her question. She continues, suddenly feeling more anxious than before.
“Once Father realizes you’ve left without telling him… You’ll never know peace in this castle when you return, Hobi-”
“You say that like I’ve ever known peace to begin with. That man’s wanted me dead since the moment we were born.” His voice is tense, like this has been sitting in his mind for as long as he can remember. “The only thing I’m worried about is you. I feel like I’m the only person keeping him from-”
“If he wants to kill me, he’ll have to find me first.” Y/n nudges him gently, hoping to make him laugh. “I’ve been told I’m good at hiding.”
A bark of laughter leaves him, and he’s quick to cover his mouth with a hand. The sound warms her heart. She’s not sure what she’s going to do without him. She would never tell him, but once he’s gone… She’s not really sure what will happen to her-
The double doors to the Meeting Room slam shut suddenly, the force of it so intense that a gust of wind is sent down both ends of the corridor. Y/n can’t help the scream that leaves her, the tingling feeling leaving her body as her control over her Gift comes crashing down, leaving her visible and vulnerable.
Hoseok’s quick to rip his cloak off his shoulders and throw it over her, acting fast despite feeling just as startled. The feeling of warm fabric covering her head and obscuring her face brings Y/n to the realization that Hoseok can see her again, and she’s fast to fix it.
Willing her body to hide her from the world, she feels those pins and needles poking at her fingertips, spreading quickly to the rest of her body and swirling calmly in her tummy. When Hoseok slides the cloak off of her, she knows she’s safe.
“You need to get better reaction control over that - if someone sees you-”
“I know what will happen if someone sees me, Hobi - You tell me every day.”
Hoseok flinches at the hissed response, forcing himself not to overthink it. She’s not upset with him, she’s upset with the situation and frustrated that she got flustered and let her Gift come down-
At least, that’s what he’s been telling himself to avoid the guilt that gnaws at him every night. It’s gotten him this far.
After a moment of deep breaths, Y/n reaches for Hoseok, curling her fingers around his sleeve when she finds it, her small tug full of apology. He feels strangely comforted by the knowledge that they both think about their situation more than they’d ever admit.
“Let’s just go see what’s going on - I can’t hear through those doors.”
Hoseok hums in agreement, letting her lead him around the corner and toward the Meeting Room.
The corridor unfolds in front of her in billowing clouds, wisps of architecture coming to her senses until she can make out where everything is. Her map of a space isn’t always correct, but she’s lived in and snuck around these halls long enough to generally know who or what might be in her path. There’s no one here but them.
Hoseok’s noticing the same. There would normally be guards stationed out here, but they must have reacted to something going on inside, because he can feel that the two men are standing just past the entryway.
He and Y/n stand at the doors, ears close to the wood in order to hear past it. There’s a muffled voice traveling through large keyhole, and Y/n crouches to press her ear to it.
“…ning alive would be capable of defending each of your kingdoms against man and demon alike is invaluable to you.”
Y/n waves a hand behind her until she catches Hoseok’s leg, never moving from her place. He grumbles at the contact.
“You don’t have to smack me, I can hear them, too.”
“…think hard before starting a war with me.”
Y/n gasps, smacking Hoseok’s leg several more times. He simply lets it happen.
“Father’s threatening to start a war! With the Demon King!”
For a moment, Hoseok wonders if they really both are 24 years old, or if maybe he’s actually the older brother. Unfortunately, all he can boast about is a few measly minutes of authority over her-
There’s a harsh tug in the back of his brain, one that pulls his attention into the room and zeroes in on two pairs of shoes heading quietly toward the door.
He hisses under his breath, reaching down and grabbing Y/n by the shoulders. She makes a noise of discontent, but he’s already yanking her to her feet and pushing her forward and away from the door. She stumbles over to the wall and shrinks into the shadows there.
“Someone’s coming-”
The doors are pulled open by each of the guards, just in time for Hoseok to spin around and step away from the wall, fully aware that he needs to look like he hasn’t been hovering outside this whole time.
Min Yoongi is stepping out of the room and heading down the corridor, shoulders tense as a hooded man follows behind, whispering quietly to him. Hoseok watches as the king only shakes his head once, muttering “Your mouth is going to get you killed one day-”
And then the cloaked man is glancing over his shoulder, alerted to the fact that they’re not alone. Hoseok has no idea how he could have been noticed when he hasn’t made a sound.
The man stops short, turning fully toward Hoseok and lowering his hood. Hoseok sees then that he’s faced with Kim Taehyung, the king’s Royal Advisor.
Somehow, he’d have preferred meeting the eyes of the Demon King himself.
“Prince Jung, what a lovely surprise.”
Taehyung bows low, lowering his gaze in respect. Yoongi turns at the realization that Tae’s no longer behind him, and he sees that Jung’s only son is standing before him - the heir to the Nexus.
Yoongi steps up just as Tae is lifting from his bow.
“Prince Jung. I believe we’ve only met in passing.”
Hoseok feels the king’s gaze pierce right to his soul, a strand of fear running deep down his spine. It’s not the same kind of anxiety he feels around his father, but the blood red rubies embedded in the Demon King’s crown are reminding him of his own mortality in ways his father never has.
He bends at the waist, setting a foot behind him and a hand on his chest as he bows deeply, years of training in royal manners kickstarting to get him through this conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Y/n curtsying low as well, and he thinks briefly that maybe she doesn’t remember that she’s invisible.
But he would never say it to her - he would never take this moment of normalcy away from her. One where everyone knows who she is.
Princess Jung Y/n, the Second Heir to the Nexus.
“My Lord. It’s an honor to officially make your acquaintance.” Hoseok stands tall as he addresses the king, eyes nervous but unwavering from the shorter man. He refuses to crack, even with wisps of demon energy floating around the stone floor, searching for something - someone - to latch onto.
Yoongi’s impressed by the show of bravery.
“You’ll have to forgive me, my Lord-” Taehyung cuts easily through the tension, a charming smile tugging at his lips. His gaze is warm and light, running over the prince’s features kindly.
Hoseok has never felt more unsafe.
“- It seems I’ve put your father in a rather… sour mood. Hopefully, I haven’t ruined the day yet.”
Hoseok feels the smile stretch over his lips, polite but ingenuine.
“Oh, that yelling I heard on my way over? It’s of no concern, Sir Kim. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Friday morning.”
Taehyung’s left eyebrow quirks with interest, and Hoseok has to force himself to remain neutral. How the hell had this guy managed to pull a joke like that out of him?
Swallowing hard, Hoseok cuts his gaze back to the King, an otherwise silent observer of their interaction. But he finds that Yoongi’s not paying attention to their painfully awkward encounter.
His gaze is hardened with caution, eyes trained on a spot just over Hoseok’s shoulder.
It happens to be the same spot where Hoseok knows Y/n is standing, the warmth of her presence pressing into his back like a reminder of what he’d be leaving behind soon enough.
His heart thumps hard in his chest at the thought that Yoongi can see her, that lingering strand of fear tightening in a coil around his spine. He watches with growing horror as his own quickening pulse draws Yoongi’s attention back to him, the Demon King’s eyes flitting to the spot over Hoseok’s heart before moving up to meet his terrified gaze.
Yoongi’s expression evens out when he sees how he’s affecting the Crown Prince. He thought he’d seen a glimpse of something different about Jung Hoseok, something of interest. But he can see now that the prince is no different from anyone else.
Disappointing, to say the least.
“It was nice to officially meet you, Prince Jung. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other sometime in the future.” Yoongi doesn’t even bother with a goodbye, turning on his heel and starting back toward the room he and Taehyung had been assigned for their stay. He can hear his advisor making pleasantries before taking his own leave.
“What an honor to see you again, my Lord. The East looks forward to your arrival next week.”
Yoongi stops short at the end of the corridor, just as Taehyung’s quiet footsteps pick up their pace in his direction.
What the hell did he just say?
–
“Y/n, please promise me that you will stay out of trouble while I’m gone. Please.”
Y/n can feel her brother’s hands trembling against her skin as he grips her shoulders. She can’t tell if he’s more scared for her or for himself. She supposes it’s all the same.
“I promise, Hoseok. You won’t have to worry about me here, I swear it.” And she does, she does swear it. Because she doesn’t plan on staying here at all.
After eavesdropping on the council meeting two days ago, she’d been thinking quite hard about what she and her brother had discovered. That her father is threatening war if the Demon King doesn’t find a wife soon.
Maybe it’s not her best idea. But that’s exactly why she hasn’t said a word to Hoseok. He would have no qualms about tying her to the desk chair in her room if he knew what she was planning.
Hoseok breathes out a deep sigh, staring out the window in her room at the moon hanging low over them. There’s so much racing through his mind right now. How will his father react when he realizes Hoseok is gone? Will he send a troop for him, a public display of concern for his son? Or will it be a single assassin, the chance to finally dispose of his only son so tempting? Will he take it out on Y/n, like he’s done so often in the past? Should Hoseok even go anymore?
He has no idea what the fuck he’s doing. But if joining the draft is the best way to guarantee he’d even survive another two years, and that he’d return to the Nexus with the battle training to finally take down his father… How could he pass up the opportunity?
Hoseok’s eyes trace out his sister’s features once more, the thought that he’d never see her again plaguing every drop of hope in his body right now. He feels like he needs to burn her into his memory… just in case-
“Hobi…”
His attention snaps to her eyes, unseeing yet so aware of him. So aware of every thought that crosses his mind, every feeling that fills his blood.
“Do you trust me?”
Hoseok flinches at the question - of course he trusts her. She’s the only person in the whole world that he trusts. But she’s not really asking if he can confide in her.
She’s asking if he believes in her.
If he’s honest… he’s never given either of them the chance to find out the answer to that question. He’d spent his whole life at her side, keeping her safe. This is the first time they’d ever be apart.
He hates himself for sheltering her like that. Hates that he’d never let him himself just trust her.
Hates that this is all coming into the light now, when they’re about to say goodbye for the first time in their lives. When they might never see each other again.
So he draws up every ounce of courage that he has - even more than it had taken for him to pick up a pen and sign his life away on that stupid Draft form - and breathes as much of the truth as he can into his response. Because he’s never been able to lie to her, and he’s not about to start now.
“I trust you.”
–
Y/n listens to Hoseok’s fading footsteps, maps them onto the image that she’s created of the corridor in front of her room. In this secluded corner of the palace, there’s no concern that anyone would catch them together. No one had ever bothered to come near her room, save for the servant designated to bring her meals.
She can see in those quiet footsteps that Hoseok is sticking to the shadows, a fugitive in his own home. He’ll escape from the castle walls, just before 4am, and join the draft’s traveling party as it’s preparing to leave. And then he’ll be free.
She doesn’t blame him - she could never blame him. Not when he scolds her for slipping out of her room, against their father’s direct orders. Not when he has to pretend she doesn’t exist in front of others, even when she’s hovering invisibly at his side.
Not when he’d hesitated just a moment ago to tell her he trusted her, because they both know that he’d been trying to convince himself that he does.
They’d both been dealt the shittiest of hands in life, and they were both trying to make the best of it. If the best of it is the simple goal of staying alive despite their father’s every intention, then so be it. If Hoseok needed to flee his own kingdom by moonlight in order to give himself a chance at that goal, then so be it.
But she’d be damned if the next he hears of her is through raven-sent news of her untimely death. He’s going to be impossibly angry with her when he discovers her plan - he might never forgive her. But once their father realizes he’s missing - that he’s defected to the Draft - she’d be even more unsafe than she’d ever been. She’d been dead within the week.
That’s why she lets that familiar pins-and-needles feeling envelop her body, why she kicks her shoes off into her room and closes the door softly behind her, bare feet padding gently after her brother before she loses his footsteps. Why she stops short but never gives in to the guilt crushing her heart when Hoseok pauses just outside the castle walls and turns back, likely confused as to why he can still feel her presence all the way out here. Why she tightens her muscles and wills herself to fade from his radar, only releasing the breath caught in her throat when she hears him start up again, making his way into the forest and through the trees until he reaches the clearing not too far ahead.
She almost loses him at one point. She’d never been this far outside the walls, and she has no idea what the landscape around her should look like. She can only use his footsteps to guide her, the quiet pulses of his energy leaking into the earth and bouncing off of nearby trees, illuminating her path in a quickly fading record of her brother’s every move.
Then the treeline relents, and she’s soon surrounded by open nothingness. Hoseok’s footsteps bounce off of nothing here, swallowed by the grass and removing him from her senses faster than she’s ready for. It’s only the distant chatter and shifting in front of her that tells her she’s made it to the clearing.
There are men loading resources and bags into a wagon, if she’s making the bulky shape out in front of her correctly. The echoes of the voices in the air bounce off of the white, tarped carriage, enough that she’s able to make its structure out with a decent degree of accuracy.
Now to figure out where to hide for the journey to the East…
She loses Hoseok, his voice melting into others around him as he joins the party. She takes a hesitant step forward, hears the horse driver calling out to the group that they’d better settle into the wagon in the next few moments, or he’d leave them behind.
How is she supposed to go unnoticed in a wagon full of people?
Thinking quickly, she makes a wide arc around the wagon, ears ringing as she listens for any movement in her immediate area. She counts the sets of feet climbing into the carriage as she moves quietly to the front.
10… 11… 12… and the driver-
The man is approaching the open front of the wagon on the other side, so she scuttles toward the passenger seat, satisfied that the drafted men are all seated in the back. She can even hear some of them awkwardly addressing her brother, can hear Hoseok laughing uncomfortably as he tells them to just treat him like any other man, that they’ll be together for 2 years and he has no interest in being treated like a prince.
She has to time this correctly - the wagon seems rickety, like any movement would be impossible not to notice. Her hands and feet are in pain, the tingling of her Gift stinging her every move. But she can’t give up now - she’s so close.
When she hears the driver lift a foot off the grass - the most miniscule of sounds under the deep chatter happening in the back - she raises her own, mirroring the man’s every move down to the moment he lifts his weight off of the ground and throws it carelessly into his well-worn seat. If he notices the counterbalancing of her own weight on the other side, he doesn’t pay it a bit of attention.
She’d made it.
–
“You better fucking hope Jung’s spawn doesn’t cause trouble in the next two years.” Yoongi’s low growl sounds foreign even to himself - being angry with Taehyung is new for him.
But he can’t help it. All week he’d been on edge, snapping at his advisor over the smallest things. He knows that Taehyung hadn’t technically done anything wrong by not giving him the roster for this year’s Draft cohort. He’d never done it in the past, and things had gone fine.
This year is different, though. Ever since the assembly and Jung’s thinly veiled threats, Yoongi had tightened security on his own kingdom, done a personal evaluation of all staff within his walls, and -
“You know, taking your anger out on me every time we meet hasn’t made for very productive planning sessions.”
-apparently let his rage overwhelm him any time his objectively innocent advisor had stepped foot in his throne room.
“You didn’t tell me Jung Hoseok was part of the Draft. Don’t you think that information would have been important to know, even before that stupid fucking assembly meeting?”
He can see Tae shrug noncommittally beside him.
“What I didn’t think was that you wouldn’t trust me to handle it, but I see we’re both learning new things about each other this week.”
Yoongi’s aura whips out angrily around him, coming dangerously close to his advisor’s face.
“Kim Taehyung, I swear to you-”
“Look alive, My Lord - they’re coming.”
Yoongi’s tempted to let his aura make contact this time, but he tucks Taehyung’s attitude into the back of his mind for later. He may not be the most pleasant of kings to pass through the Five Nations, but he’s not cruel, and he’s not violent. He’s not his father.
There’s a familiar wagon passing through the gates now, unharmed by the forest on its journey. Every year, on this exact date, Yoongi sends only his best to keep the demons in the forest under control for the time it takes to drop off the Draft. There hadn’t been a single year since he’d taken the throne that a trainee had been harmed or killed before entering the gates of his kingdom. Not that the same could be said for his father’s reign.
“Let’s call it… their first test. If they can’t make it to the gates alive, they’re not even worth training.”
Yoongi shakes his head quickly, squashing the nightmare of that malicious grin. Taehyung shifts protectively beside him, anyway - of course he’d noticed.
But although his advisor raises a hand, prepared to lay it on Yoongi’s shoulder and ease his king of his emotional burdens, Taehyung pauses. Lowers his arm. Stands tall and tucks his hands into his sleeves in front of him.
It almost makes Yoongi feel bad for building a wall between them this week.
Before he can think on it, though, Tae is nodding toward the wagon of trainees unloading their belongings to the cobblestone ground in the courtyard of the Eastern Seascapes. Yoongi watches them each turn slowly, taking in the castle in their own time. Watches their mixed expressions of fear and awe, none of them ever having glimpsed the palace lying deep in the forest and at the edge of the world. Watches as they each come to recognize the king and his advisor, statues waiting for them at the top of stairs.
One by one, they scramble forward toward Yoongi, stopping at the base of the steps and taking a knee, bowing to Yoongi almost obnoxiously. Taehyung mumbles in his ear the whole time, stating the names and families of each of these trainees. He stops talking when Jung Hoseok approaches and models after his new brothers-in-arms. There’s no introduction necessary for the son of Yoongi’s enemy.
After a nod of thanks toward the wagon driver - an older gentleman who’d seen far too much of Yoongi’s father’s “first test” and who is apparently therefore a big fan of Yoongi’s more humane approaches - Yoongi steps forward and takes a breath.
“Welcome to the Eastern Seascapes, trainees. In case one of you somehow missed the shocking news that traveled the Five Nations after my father’s death some years ago, my name is Min Yoongi. I am the ruler of this land, keeper of the peace between demon and humankind, and - probably unfortunately, in your eyes - your ward for the next 24 months. Congratulations.”
He watches as the 12 men in front of him shift uncomfortably below him, unsure what they should have expected from the Demon King. Most likely, it wasn’t the dry, detached man addressing them.
“Even more unfortunately for you, you won’t be dealing with me on a regular basis apart from tonight’s banquet. You will be seeing much more of my advisor here, and, even more than that - your General.”
The man in question materializes at Yoongi’s left side as if from nothingness. If he hadn’t known any better, Yoongi might have thought his Five-Star General was of demon blood. Somehow, it’s more disconcerting that he’s entirely human.
Normally, he’d feel a streak of pride course through him at the way his General had transformed into nothing short of a nightmare in just under 5 years, but he’s not really in the mood for Jungkook’s theatrics today.
The younger man descends the steps silently as the 12 men clamber to their feet in slight panic. He stands before the first trainee for just long enough that the newbie shrinks under his gaze. Jungkook moves quietly, his face never changing.
When he arrives at the end of the line, he stops, staring into the eyes of Jung Hoseok. The man, a few years his senior - as most of these men are - is just an inch or two shorter than him, but the Prince seems determined not to let the difference push him into submission. Hoseok stands tall, unwavering as he faces the Demon King’s General.
He’d endured 24 years of fear and anxiety. No one would ever bully him again. Especially not some brat who’s got a couple centimeters on him.
Jungkook sees it in his eyes - that resistance - and can’t help the twitch of a grin pulling at his lips.
This should be fun.
Before he can open his mouth and address them, though, his king’s voice is cutting through the cold morning air.
“Where’s the thirteenth trainee?”
Jungkook frowns, turning back to face Yoongi. Taehyung’s expression is no different, confused by the man’s question. But Yoongi’s not paying attention to either of them, his eyes raking in irritation over the 12 trainees. There’s a dangerous glint in his glare that sends a shiver down their spines.
“I was told there were only 12.” His voice is terse, and he looks at Taehyung for explanation, his annoyance growing when he sees that Tae has no clue what he’s talking about.
“There are only 12, My Lo-”
“Shut up.”
Both Tae and Jungkook blink in surprise - Yoongi’s never like this, regardless of his dour disposition this week.
The king’s head only tilts in the direction of the wagon, like he’s catching the sound of something over the thundering heartbeats of the trainees below him.
He moves silently down the steps, and Jungkook doesn’t even bother to snap at his new soldiers to stand tall as they literally trip over their own feet to get out of Yoongi’s way.
Yoongi stalks toward the wagon, catching the flash of fear in the driver’s eyes and waving him off with a furrow of his brow. There goes that previously built trust.
But it doesn’t matter. He can feel someone else here. It’s the same feeling he’d had just last week after the assembly, when he and Tae had been talking to Jung Hoseok.
The feeling that there’s someone hiding away, desperate not to be caught-
There.
He makes his way around the front of the carriage, ignoring the fearful whinny of the horses when they spot him, and stops in his tracks.
He can see it. That glimmer of energy, shifting in the air, so unnoticeable to anyone who isn’t looking. The longer he looks, the more the energy takes shape, forming into a girl he’d only seen once before.
The girl that had been hovering over Hoseok’s shoulder that day.
With a twitch of an eyebrow, Yoongi wills his aura to sink beneath his feet, muffling his footsteps into nothingness. The moment it does, the girl stands tall, tilting her head in his direction and turning when she can’t find him.
He approaches her like that, watching her turn in her spot, her movements becoming restless and fearful, like she’d lost track of him and couldn’t place him anymore. She even looks right at him, but she doesn’t pause, only turning away so she can inch forward toward the back of the wagon.
The moment she starts to pass the barrier of the white tarp into the open courtyard, Yoongi’s aura is lashing out, one dark tendril wrapping around her ankle.
The girl screams as she falls, her voice piercing the tense silence beyond the carriage and sending the men into a frenzy. But Yoongi doesn’t mind them, his eyes never leaving her.
Another arm of darkness snaps out toward her, wrapping tightly around her mouth as the original snakes its way up her body, constricting her in its grasp until she’d bound with no escape.
Her cloak - whatever it is - comes down then in her panic, and she’s fully visible to Yoongi for the first time. Her eyes are wide, full of terror, and she’s grasping desperately at the tentacle of his aura that’s all but gagging her. Yoongi doesn’t even bother to think about the fact that she still hasn’t looked at him, fixating on her features and noting with growing rage that she looks a lot like Jung Yunho’s only child.
What the fuck?
Yoongi draws the girl up off the ground and toward him, and, in his rage, throws her back against the tarp of the wagon. She lets out another muffled shriek, Yoongi’s voice cutting hers short.
“Who are you?! Who sent you?!”
She only shakes her head back and forth desperately, eyes screwed shut as she continues to scream. With a growl, he peels her away from the tarp and slams her back into it. There are tears streaming down her face now.
“I’m not going to ask you again-”
“My Lord.”
Taehyung is standing next to him now, having come around the back of the carriage to interfere in whatever’s happening. His voice is clipped, like he’s actually angry with Yoongi.
“True to my title, I’m going to have to advise you to put this poor woman down, unless you want your new subjects to form misinformed opinions about what kind of man you are.”
Yoongi only snaps his head over to his advisor, his glare burning that deep, blood red Taehyung’s grown used to seeing lately.
“I want you to look at this girl, Taehyung. Look at her, and tell me what you see.”
Only at the direct order does Taehyung sigh and tilt his gaze in the woman’s direction. He stares for a moment, taking in her tear-streaked face. And then he frowns, his brows coming together as he looks more closely at her.
Taking just a step back so he can see into the courtyard full of terrified trainees, Tae meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok, whose gaze morphs from fear into alarm when he realizes he’s being studied.
Taehyung mumbles under his breath then, Yoongi barely catching the words.
“Well would you look at that… Twins.”
Ignoring Yoongi’s echoed “Twins?!” of shock, Tae knows Hoseok was able to read his lips all the way across the courtyard because the Prince’s eyes go wide with horror, the blood draining from his face. His crippling fear crashes into Taehyung’s senses full force, the advisor stitching this new piece of information into the cloth that is the Jung family.
He only squints at the man in response, whispering a single word to Yoongi that’s really meant for Hoseok.
“Twins.”
Tae watches Hoseok carefully as Yoongi steps out from behind the carriage, the aura-bound prisoner floating in the air behind the king as he starts his rampage back to the castle. He’s wholly unsurprised when Hoseok lurches forward at the sight of the girl, a scream ripping from his throat.
“No!”
Hoseok pushes past the other trainees and starts to charge the king, but he’s quickly overtaken by Jungkook, who throws himself forward and pins him easily to the ground, yanking the Prince’s arms back behind his back. It doesn’t stop Hoseok from screaming with all of his might, his throat aching at the force.
“Y/n! You promised me! You promised me you would be safe-”
The other trainees all start whispering to each other, staring at the girl as she’s carried, sobbing and struggling against the tendrils of darkness, past her brother. Yoongi only pauses over Hoseok’s detained form for a brief moment, not even sparing the crazed man a glance as he speaks.
“Welcome to the Eastern Seascapes, Prince Jung. I’ll see to it that your sister is well cared for.”
Hoseok can only watch, horrified, as the Demon King carries his entire life through the massive double doors and into the castle.
I’m never going to see her again.
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Blackthorn Ch 1 | M.YG
Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena
Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff
Word Count: 6.1K
Warnings: None...very soft entry chapter
Rating: PG16
Hello Princess - Princess Keena and her envoy enter the Min Empire. There, Prince Yoongi and the Princess meet face to face.
a/n: Shout out to the great @sailoryooons for being my beta/banner maker! Also huge thanks to @nabiolive and @jessikahathaway for yelling at me to keep a special part of this chapter’s ending.
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A sherbet colored sky, kissed with endless puffs of white cotton went for as far as the eye could see. Below, the land a mix of forest greens, sandy browns and deep greys were cracked with bottomless shades of blue. The air was crisp; it called to mind the bite of a fresh picked apple on warmer spring days. Light, weightless, disconnected from the turmoil left behind in a land a nation away. A given name, a title that held more power than any amount of gold sat coldly in a chest that heart was beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird. This was for the good of the people, the good of the nations; two different worlds coming together as one.
Beautiful ruby red and white klei eagles flew in a tight formation around a giant cape teal duck, its wings were a glossy muted grey with browner ones on its back. A spot of bright yellow hovered in the air, one single pale yellow eye peered into the modified gama attached securely to the back of the duck. The purple curtains were pinned down to keep the cool air from freezing the occupant tucked away inside. As the sun graced the sky with its warmth and bright light, a demure and soft silhouette was cast against the light fabric. The Citron Crane’s voice sang and echoed across the sky as the Min Empire’s shoreline came into view. Below on the coast, a small envoy of royal guards and emissaries waited with bated breath as the large cape teal, the size of four oxen, descended from the sky and sank into the water. The eagles formed a tighter barrier around the duck as the Citron Crane flew ahead while the duck paddled in the water towards the shoreline.
The crane stood at the water’s edge, its soft yellow wings reflected off the water’s surface before it shifted silently. A large man with rich oakwood skin and yellow topaz eyes, stood before the Min Empire’s envoy. His hair was twisted tightly in neat ropes of thick braids with gold and yellow feathers clipped to a few to show his high position in the Escistan’s royal guard. His robes were vibrant, fiery red and yellow, stitched together by careful hands. A large golden medellin rested in the center of his chest, a hamerkop with a bolt of lightning behind it carved into the metal, the royal sigil of Escistan. The head of the Min Emperor's royal guard stepped forward and hit his chest with a closed fist, a common greeting among soldiers.
“The Min Empire welcomes you with open arms.” The man had fair skin, scares littering his hands and face. His outfit was muted grey, cream, blue and peach while his brown hair was pulled into a topknot. “I am Daehyun. General of the royal guard. I will take you and your company to the palace.”
“I am Aga, second in command of the Escistan army -” Aga crossed his arms over his chest and bowed his head. “-the Princess looks forward to her audience with his Majesty.”
Aga turned his attention to the duck behind him as its webbed feet slapped against the ground. The eagles around the duck shifted and in their place stood six large men dressed in the same armor as Aga without the golden medellin around their necks.
“Bese kò ou.” Aga commanded over his shoulder to the duck.
The cape teal duck settled on the stony beach and four members of Daehyun’s group stepped forward to lower the gama from the duck’s back. Aga held his hand out with his palm facing outward and the small group stopped.
“No need.”
At his words, all heads tilted upward towards the sky and Daehyun was shocked to see a small formation of large brown birds still in the sky. The birds flew towards the ground, openbill storks, and shifted easily into servants all dressed in different shades of tans and yellows. Aga nodded his head and four servants walked over to the cape teal. Aga watched as they easily untied the gama and situated it over their shoulders without the Princess being jostled too much.
“Ale lakay.”
Aga waved his hand towards the sky and the duck flew away with a soft quack that whistled. He reached into the brown pouch on his hip and pulled out a small, smooth, round bead, the size of a walnut and the color of fallen snow. Daehyun watched as Aga threw the bead to the ground and it split in half with a small spark. In its place, between the broken halves a black Vlaamperd horse stood strong and unphased.
“A Charoite bead? I’ve never seen one in person.”
“Many in our lands,” Aga pulled himself onto the horse's back and motioned for his company to do the same. The members in Aga’s party pulled a Charoite bead from around their necks and threw it to the ground. Ten Vlaamperd horses stood in place and waited as their riders jumped onto their backs. Aga fell into Daehyun’s formation with the rest of his own people. He kept his eyes on the Princess’ gama as he passed and took his place at the front of the formation. “Lead the way.”
The journey to the palace was silent, the steady clip clop of horse hooves acted as a cadence. The path to the capital was filled with wide planes of grass, wheat and wildflowers. Farmland stretched on for miles, different crops created a colorful backdrop as the empire came into view. Women and men alike stopped their daily chores as the procession passed by. The outskirts of the capital were well taken care of. The people weren’t dressed in the finest of robes but they weren’t dirty or covered in rags. From his place above the ground, Aga took notice of a large box that many of the younger villagers sat in. It seemed to hold sand from the beach for them to play in.
Horns and drums signaled their arrival as they passed the gates to enter the capital and the townsfolk were lined up on the side of the marketplace, pushing each other to get a better glimpse of the passing procession. A large golden dragon, the sigil of the Min Empire, embroidered on the banners of the procession gained everyone’s attention. Deep blues, vibrant purples and radiant golds dazzled the common folk as a single gamma was carried past by four strongly built men, not from this region of the world. They were outsiders, their dark skin tones a stark difference to the lightly tanned faces shielding them. They were honored guests being led to the palace by the Emperor’s very own royal guards.
Aga rode with a purpose and once he passed through the town, he let himself breathe properly for a moment. Once at the palace gates, the procession came to a smooth halt and Daehyun announced the arrival of their foreign guests. As the gates opened music started to play and the procession continued to march into the palace’s open courtyard.
The stonework was inviting as it led towards the steps of the emperor’s throne room where he sat proud with his wife - the empress - and his only son, the crowned prince by his side in front of him. As drums banged out a traditional greeting as the procession came to a full stop in front of the steps and Aga unmounted from his horse.
The gamma was lowered to the ground and Aga walked over as the curtain was pulled back. From his seat at the front of the throne, the crowned prince, Yoongi, watched as the man held out his hand. A breeze blew through the palace, freshly fallen dogwood petals caught in the current. As a small dark hand, rich and smooth like the brown obsidian gems in the north, poked out from the gamma, Yoongi’s dragon growled low in his chest. Princess Keena emerged from the carrier and the petals seemingly danced around her. Yoongi couldn’t get a good look at the young princess, for her face was covered by a bold orange veil that only showed her warm brown eyes, lined in thick charcoal. She was stunning and Prince Yoongi couldn’t look away.
As the guard led the Princess up the steps, the rest of the procession followed before the head attendant announced the Princess’ arrival at last. Her royal garb was bright, brighter than any sunrise Prince Yoongi remembered seeing. The clothing was different, two main articles, a skirt and blouse joined together by short and long pieces of fabric wrapped at the Princess’ waist while a large strip of woven fabric rested across her left shoulder. A matching headdress sat on the Princess’s head; braided fabric twisted and piled into a crown with the veil attached neatly.
Princess Keena removed her hand from the guard; golden bangles and rings caught the light as she crossed her arms over her chest with her hands on opposite shoulders before she offered an eighty-degree bow, her eyes downcast to the floor. Beside her, the guard dropped to one knee and crossed his arms over his chest as well, lowering his head.
“The nation of Escistan gives thanks to the Min Empire. May the sun grant you many bright days ahead.”
The princess raised to her full height and the guard behind her did the same before he rolled his shoulders. A small group of emissaries came forth, carrying large chests filled with a cornucopia of rare goods from the foreign nation. One by one the chests were opened before the royal family and the Princess looked on with a smile hidden behind her veil as the Emperor's piercing copper eyes shined brightly.
“My father sends well wishes and hope for endless joys in the days to come.” Princess Keena, motioned to the large man beside her, “- Aga, is my father’s testament to our nation's strength. He will teach your army the way of our warriors.”
The Emperor smiled, a single dimple sunk deep into his skin. He clapped his hands, covered in small jade and pearl colored scales, as he looked at the gifts before him, his blood red robes swayed around his wrists.
“Your tributes are as beautiful as they are rare. I hope our alliance with Escistan will only grow stronger during your stay, Princess Keena. The Min Empire welcomes you with open arms!”
Emperor Min stood from his seat, and everyone dropped to a bow while the Princess lowered her head, with her hands clasped in front of her. Emperor Min offered his hand to his wife and helped her stand before he turned his attention to the Princess again with an unknown light in his eyes.
“The Empress has hand selected your attendants; they will help you settle into your chambers at once. We shall hold a banquet in your honor tonight and welcome you once again to the Min Empire!”
The Emperor’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he stared at the princess, and he ran his tongue over the sharp fangs in his mouth.
“Your attendants will be shown to their quarters and will teach your new hands the customs of your nation. Do you have any requests for me?”
“Thank you for thinking of my comfort, your Majesty. I have no requests.”
Satisfied with the Princess’ response, the Emperor exited the throne room with the Empress on his arm. Prince Yoongi stood to his full height and walked down the set of steps before he stopped in front of the Princess. Prince Yoongi kept his face neutral as he offered his arm to the Princess.
“Allow me to show you the way to your chambers, Princess?”
Princess Keena bit her lip to keep from laughing at Yoongi. He was much more serious than she thought he would be. She nodded her head once and placed her hand on the Prince’s forearm, the fabric of his red gangsapo the only thing that kept their skin from touching. The remaining members of court bowed deeply as the Prince and Princess exited the throne room and Aga stayed six steps behind the pair. Hoseok, Prince Yoongi’s personal guard fell in step beside him and the two exchanged a simple nod in greeting.
“Did you have a pleasant time during your travels?” Prince Yoongi stared straight ahead as he spoke and the Princess thought about her trip. It was pleasant enough, no one had been hurt or gotten sick.
“It was a long but safe journey, my Prince.”
Yoongi’s dragon coiled tightly around his heart when his title rolled off the Princess’ tongue. It was a pleasing sound. Yoongi nodded his head and spoke no more as the pair walked down long corridors that turned every which way. Guards, servants and council alike all bowed low as they passed. Some looked at the Princess for longer than was deemed polite and Hoseok kept a running checklist in his mind to report on later.
The Princess took the chance to glance at Yoongi’s profile. He was not what the Princess expected. The words he shared with her in his letters were the rawest form of his soul. He was rose petal soft and fruit with honey sweet but there in front of her, Prince Yoongi had a firm jawline enhanced by patches of black scales. His eyebrows were a dark contrast to his blond hair and the Princess wondered if that was a trait given to everyone or just dragons. What she had imagined to be dark brown irises were the blackest pits of tar that reflected the sun and shined just right behind small triangular eyes. Prince Yoongi was jagged, rough around the edges, but his written words told the Princess of a much softer, warm summer days side to him.
“Here are your personal chambers, Princess.” Yoongi stopped in front of two armed guards. They stepped to the side to show a set of large red oak doors with a blackthorn tree in the center of a beautiful hand carved and painted black dragon. “I hope you find everything to your liking. Please, do not hesitate to ask for anything during your stay.”
“Thank you, your Highness.”
The Prince fought the muscle on his face. He didn’t like that the princess had called him by such a formal title. He stared at the Princess for a moment and she stared back. Her eyes told him everything her words could not. She had changed his title because others were around. Yoongi moved his arm, turnt right side up before he pulled it back and allowed for the Princess’ hand to slide into his. Their palms touched and warmth filled the Princess’ cheeks. The Prince’s hand was hot, liquid heat ran beneath his skin and his nails were long, the tips filed to a blunt point. The Prince hadn’t broken his stare with the Princess and wrapped his fingers lightly around her hand.
“Will you allow me the honor of escorting you to the banquet tonight?”
“It would be my honor, your Highness.”
Yoongi bit his tongue and kept from speaking out while Princess Keena slowly pulled her hand from his. Her own nails lightly scratched Prince Yoongi’s palm and the Prince nodded his head as he took a step back, a shiver crawling up his arm and down his spine.
“Would you allow me to send a small welcome gift?”
“It would honor me, so.”
Prince Yoongi bowed his head and Princess Keena repeated the motion.
“Rest well, Princess.”
The Prince walked away with Hoseok right behind him while Aga grabbed the Princess’ attention. He looked at the doors and Princess Keena nodded her head, “Ou mèt tcheke, Aga.”
The guards pushed open the doors and the servants inside all rushed to stand in a single file line as they heard the doors open. Aga walked into the room first and the Princess stepped inside after. She watched as Aga searched the room for any hidden dangers while the women cowered away from his stoic face. Aga nodded to the Princess and placed a hand over his heart before he bowed his head.
"Mwen pral-" Aga started to complain, and Princess Keena shook her head.
"Ou pral tcheke chanm ou yo epi tounen yon fwa ou fin etabli, Aga." Princess Keena smiled as she motioned towards the women in the room and Aga sighed knowing that the Princess was right, she was in good hands. "Mwen nan bon men. Montre fanm sa yo respè yo merite.”
Aga pressed his mouth into a firm line at the Princess’ words and turned towards the four women in the room who were all equally confused by their shared words. Aga bowed quickly and left the room. Once the door shut behind Aga, Princess Keena turned towards the women and bowed her head.
“I am Princess Keena, daughter of King Baasi and Queen Tiali. Please lend me your hands and forgive me for I do not yet fully speak your mother tongue.”
The four women all bowed deeply and smiled softly at the Princess. Her dress was something they had never seen before, and it was beautiful. However, it was not something that the Princess could wear to the banquet tonight. The tallest of the four women stepped forward and introduced herself as Kim Yongsun and the others were Byulyi, Wheein and Hyejin. Yongsun explained to the Princess as she spoke slowly that they were to bathe and dress her for the banquet that night as well as give her a small lesson on their etiquette.
“I would like to learn your etiquette first. My attendants will be with us shortly to help with my undress.”
“As you wish, Princess.”
Yongsun led the Princess to a table that sat low to the floor where Hyejin sat with a small smile on her face. As the Princess sat and started her lesson with Hyejin, the other women bustled around the room as they put away the Princess’ possession. A knock at the door grabbed Byulyi’s attention and she rushed to the door. She opened the door and bowed a quarter of the way as she stepped back to allow Princess Keena’s servant to enter the room.
Izaso, Keena’s head servant crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head. The four other women did the same as Princess Keena stood to her feet. “Nou la pou ede. Ki kote ou ta renmen nou Princess?” Izaso questioned as she looked around the room.
“Izaso, sa yo se medam yo ki pral okipe bezwen mwen isit la nan palè a. Tanpri montre yo etap dezabiye mwen pou aswè a.” Princess Keena explained to Izaso and the other servants that they had to work together to get her ready for the banquet tonight.
Princess Keena watched as Yongsun lined her women up and Izaso did the same. Yongsun started the introductions and Izaso allowed for the servants under her to speak first. Alinafe, Fatsani, Limbani, and Chimika introduced themselves in broken Laibic and the Princess was proud. She had spent a few days prior to leaving her nation teaching her servant how to say simple Laibic phrases so that they could ask for help if they needed any.
As the women spoke, the Princess acted as the translator and together the nine women started the long process of readying the Princess for the upcoming banquet. When the Princess’ crown was removed, Wheein was surprised to see that the hair wasn’t straight like her own. Princess’ Keena had hair that reached down towards the floor and stopped at the small of her lower back. Her hair was darker than any ink within the palace and it smelled of the sweetest fruits and flowers. It was twisted into tight braids only a blueberry in diameter with golden metal wire wrapped around different braids. Small golden jewelry with different gemstones were also attached to the braids.
The shock on Wheein’s face wasn’t hidden fast enough and Chimika laughed before she showed the young woman how to carefully wrap the Princess’ hair so that it wouldn’t get wet while bathing. Once Princess Keena’s hair was piled on top of her head and wrapped messily in a headscarf, it was Fatsani and Hyejin’s turn to bathe the Princess. The private washroom was huge, smooth stones covered the floor and dipped down into a wide open pool of water. Rocks of different sizes lined the wall that blocked the inside from anyone who would have tried to look in. It was beautiful and the Princess felt excited at the thought of bathing.
Hyejin reaches out to untie one of the wraps on the Princess’s waist and Fatsani was quick to stop her. Hyejin looked confused and Princess Keena smiled softly, she knew what Fatsani was afraid of. The Princess cleared her throat and focused solely on Hyejin as she spoke.
“Do you know of the Impundulu, Hyejin? It is known as the lighten bird in my nation. The Impundulu has ruled Escistan since the first rainfall.” Princess Keena motioned for Fatsani to remove her iborun and pele. “The mark of the Impundulu is a sign of royal blood. Every blood born Impundulu has these marks somewhere on their body.” Princess Keena thought over the words that would best explain her feelings and she cleared her throat.
“The mark of the Impundulu isn’t always pleasant to look at but it is a mark I wear with pride…I hope that these marks do not frighten you.”
Once the Princess was finished talking, Fatsani allowed for Hyejin to help with the undress and made sure that Hyejin stayed in front of the Princess at all times. Hyejin folded the clothing and placed them on a wooden cart to keep from getting wet and when she turned back around, she covered her mouth, her startled gasp muffled. Princess Keena was faced away from Hyejin, her back fully exposed. Hyejin could see dark scarring that resembled ice crystals in the shape of wings. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight, the scars weren’t raised, they were placed directly along the slope of the Princess’s back. Hyejin thought back to what she had been told about the Impundulu and all that came to mind were Hamerkop's wings.
Hyejin made no comments on the Princess’s scars and Fatsani offered the Princess a hand to help her into the waters. When Princess Keena stepped into the water, she was surprised to find that the rocks on the bottom were heated which kept the water warm.
“Fire stones, Princess.” Hyejin had explained when she saw the Princess pause in her steps. “There are many magic stones and gems in the palace that make life more practical.”
Fatsani and Hyejin showed each other their methods to cleaning and Princess Keena enjoyed the extra attention. She had been worried that Hyejin would no longer want to be her attendant, but Hyejin showed no sign of leaving.
The journey to the Min Empire was long and the air quality wasn’t always the best. The Princess felt dirty enough that the extra fussing didn’t bother her. Once out of the bathing waters, Princess Keena was quickly patted dry before Fatsani helped her into a thin cream and gold dressing robe. In the main room, Byulyi and Alinafe discussed the best way to style the Princess’ hair for the banquet. Alinafe wanted to do a traditional style from the Escistan kingdom while Byulyi thought it best to do a hairstyle in favor of the Min Empire. Limbani was smart enough to suggest that they mix the two styles and when there was a knock at the door, Yongsun was quick to rush and answer it.
Hidden behind the white Hanji partition with golden leaves painted along the border, Princess Keena stood nude while Limbani massaged citrus and sweet scented oils to her skin before the Princess slipped her robe back on. While hidden, a male servant entered the room with a large box in his hands. He set the beautiful, decorated chest on the ottoman by the bed and left with a small bow of his head. Yongsun clapped her hands and called for the Princess.
“His Imperial Highness has sent you a gift, Princess.”
Princess Keena couldn’t stop the smile that danced on her lips. She stepped from behind the partition and walked over towards the large platform bed. The chest in front of her was no bigger than a large shoe box and it was decorated in gold paint and jade gems.
“What do you think it is, Princess?” Izaso wondered out loud and the Princess had no clue. She thought back to the letters exchanged with Yoongi and one thing came to mind.
As careful as she could, the Princess opened the chest and everyone’s eyes widened at the items inside. A delicate pair of matching golden hair pins sat on top, a cluster of blackthorn flowers replicated by mother of pearls, yellow apetites and jades shone in the soft sunlight that came into the room. Underneath the hair pins a pouch rested neatly. Princess Keena picked it up and was shocked by the craftsmanship. The pouch itself was light weight, a little larger than the size of her fist. Its body was round with a squared neck that would be cinched by black silk strings. The purse was a soft lilac with a black dragon embroidered into the center, around the bottom of the bag golden flower petals lay while the dragon rested beneath a large blackthorn tree.
Princess Keena traced over the blackthorn tree and smiled. How many times had she spoken of her favorite flowers? The Prince remembered and that made the Princess’ heart flutter in her chest. Attached to the pouch was a gold tassel that had a large white moonstone encased in a beautiful cross stitch. When the Princess looked at it more, she saw that the moonstone opened and inside was hollowed out and stored two rings with thin gold bands and three white scolecite gems on each. “What is the name of this?” Princess Kenna asked and Byulyi answered that the pouch was called a Duru-Jumeoni and the tassel was called a Norigae.
Princess Keena set the Duru-Jumeoni aside and laughed, the chime like bells loud and clear as she stared down at the Min dynasty inspired Dashiki. Prince Yoongi had asked many questions about the type of clothing the Princess wore, and she had sent him a few pieces to see for himself in person. A Boubou in black and gold, colors that the Prince had stated he liked and a Kente, in red, black and gold to contrast the Boubou if he were to ever wear the two together. The Dashiki was lilac, white and a darker purple with gold and black beading embroidered along the rounded neckline and colorful patchwork on the arms and bottom. Princess Keena was impressed, the Prince had taken notes and put them to use.
“Do you like it, Princess?” Yongsun had asked and Princess Keena touched the garment lightly, the smile still on her face.
“These are very thoughtful. I’ll be sure to thank his Highness at the banquet.”
“Would you like to wear the hair pins tonight?”
“Oh! They would look wonderful with your hanbok!” Byulyi gushed and the women all nodded their heads in agreement.
Princess Keena allowed for the women to use her new hair accessories and she sat before the mirror while Byuyl and Alinafe applied mint and argan oil to the Princess’ scalp and hair before they started to style it together. Izaso and Yongsun took their time as they applied lip tint, eye liner and rouge to the Princess’ face.
“Èske rad yo pare?” Izaso looked away from the Princess’ face towards where the other women were smoothing out a lilac colored hanbok that had many more pieces than the Escistan Iro ati Buba that the Princess wore earlier. Wheein giggled as she grabbed the matching socks and shoes. Everything was ready; they just needed the Princess's body.
Fatsani spoke up and answered Izaso’s question that everything was ready. Satisfied with Princess Keena’s hair, Izaso and Yongsun each placed a hair pin neatly in place before they led the Princess over to the bed and stepped back to allow for Fatsani and Hyejin to handle the dressing. Princess Keena removed her dressing gown and followed the simple instructions that Hyejin gave while Fatsani assisted with the unknown garments. The Princess counted in her head each item that was placed onto her body, and she was surprised that seven items didn’t feel heavy at all. Her range of motion was still flexible and when Izaso placed her dressing gown back on, the Princess sighed.
“There are five more pieces that need to be worn,” Wheein had explained. “However, we will get back to your etiquette lessons until it’s time for the banquet.”
Once again, at the desk with Hyejin, Princess Keena started her lessons while the rest of the women tidied up the room. Limbani came over the small desk and suggested that the Princess take a break and enjoy some refreshments that were brought in. Princess Keena agreed and Lambani carried a tray of small sweets over.
“What you have in front of you is Yakgwa, a honey pastry -” Byulyi pointed to the deep fried treat. “- Bukkumi, a rice cake dumpling with sweet red beans -” Byulyi again pointed to another treat that was shaped like white half moons with colorful edible flowers on them “- and lastly, we have Dasik, a tea cookie!” Byulyi beamed, as she offered the plate of small colorful cookies to the Princess.
“These all look wonderful. Thank you for sharing them with me.” Princess Keean tried the Bukkumi first, and she enjoyed the soft and chewy texture. While she ate and practiced her etiquette, Princess Keena offered the treats to the women, and they all agreed that it was best to partake so that the Princess could show what she learned.
Once the treats were eaten, Yongsun called for someone to take the empty trays away and Princess Keena started to get restless. The sun hadn’t set much, it was just past midday which meant there was still a lot of time that needed to pass before the banquet.
“Would you like to rest before the banquet?” Yongsun offered and Izaso had started to protest when Yongsun motioned towards the bed.
“May I step outside for some air?” Princess Keena requested and Yongsun looked towards the door.
“I will ask for a guard to guide you.”
Yongsun stepped out of the room and Wheein jumped to her feet. “If you are going out, we need to finish getting you dressed, Princess.”
Princess Keena nodded her head and watched as Wheein and Hyejin rushed about the room, a different hanbok in their arms.
“So that your hanbok for the banquet doesn’t get dirty during your walk, Princess.” Byulyi explained as she grabbed matching socks and shoes.
"Izaso, Alinafe, Fatsani, Limbani, ak Chimika, yo ranvwaye ou. Tanpri repoze byen epi jwi aswè a."
Princess Keena’s servants crossed their arms over their chest and bowed their heads before they took their leave and soon after Yongsun came back into the room while the other women were dressing the Princess.
“Minho has been tasked with escorting you, Princess. Your guard Aga is outside as well.”
“Thank you, Yongsun.” Princess Keena smiled brightly and held onto Hyejin and Wheein while Byulyi helped her into her footwear. The hanbok that the Princess wore was cream colored with light and dark shades of pink throughout that tied everything together. Princess Keena waited while Yongsun opened the door and Aga stood tall in a fresh new uniform that matched the guard beside him. "Koulè yo kostim ou, Aga."
Aga smoothed down his new uniform and grunted before he offered Princess Keena his arm while the guard beside him bowed deeply. “I am Choi Minho and it would be my honor to lead you through our gardens, Princess.”
Minho was charming, he had a strong face and eyes that were very expressive. He was older than Aga and that made the Princess trust him more. Princess Kenna bowed her head as she placed her hand on Aga’s arm.
“I leave myself in your care, Minho.”
Minho led the way through the palace with the Princess, Aga, Wheein and Hyejin in tow, Servants and guards alike all stopped and bowed when the Princess passed by. She kept her head held high and once outside in the fresh air; Princess Keena inhaled the flora scents around her. Many scents she had not smelled before and it was all a little overwhelming. Wheein stepped away to grab another round of refreshments for the Princess while she enjoyed her time outside. Minho led the Princess to a small gazebo that was on the edge of what looked to be a cherry blossom garden. Each breeze lifted fallen petals into the air and Princess Keena watched with sparkling eyes as the petals waltzed around her. Princess Keena sat on the pale green bench and stared out at the cherry blossom trees, as a million different thoughts swirled in her mind.
“Princess, would you care for some tea?” Hyejin offered as Wheein stepped into the gazebo.
Princess Keena nodded her head in thanks and waited silently as a cup of tea was poured for only herself.
“Minho?”
“Yes, Princess?” Minho turned to face the Princess and watched her with wide eyes.
“How many gardens are on the grounds?”
Minho thought for a moment, of course he knew the answer, but he had to check with himself to make sure. “Six gardens, Princess. I have been told that a seventh garden is in the process of being added.”
“This is a beautiful place. It’s peaceful and offers a sense of comfort.”
“Her Majesty is very fond of cherry blossoms.”
Princess Keena turned her face upward, reached out a hand and a cherry blossom petal fell into her palm. Aga watched with a fond hint of some memory in his eyes as the Princess closed her hand into a fist and pulled her hand to her chest. She whispered a quiet wish to the petal and opened her palm with a soft smile on her face. The breeze blew; up, up and away the petal went as it carried the Princess’ unknown wish.
The petal was carried on the wind, lightly and surely as it soon found home on the shoulder of Prince Yoongi. He sat by his window, the sunlight warmed him from the outside in, with his eyes closed. When the petal landed on his shoulder, Yoongi’s eyes opened slowly, and he glanced at his shoulder. The petal stood out, small, pink and fragile against his blood red robes and he carefully plucked it between his fingers.
Prince Yoongi stared at the petal silently and turned his attention back to the sun outside. He sighed and reached his hand out the window, before he parted his fingers and let the petal continue its journey. He watched the petal as it flew alone, and he frowned to himself unsure why he felt a sudden rush of longing.
“Hoseok!” Prince Yoongi called out and shortly after, Hoseok appeared beside him right outside of his window. “Where is the Princess?”
“Princess Keena is in the cherry blossom garden.”
Yoongi blinked slowly at the information and stood from his seat. “Let’s go.”
“Wait! Your hair!” Hoseok grabbed the sleeve of Prince Yoongi’s gangsapo and climbed through the window. “Her Majesty will have my head if I let you walk around with your hair like this.” Hoseok pushed the Prince towards his vanity and quickly fixed his topknot before he deemed the Prince good enough to be seen outside of his chambers.
Together, Prince Yoongi and Hoseok left the bed chambers and made their way to the cherry blossom garden. In the distance Prince Yoongi saw the Princess under the gazebo as she chatted away. Prince Yoongi fought the smile that tugged at his lips and the moment Minho saw him, the older man cleared his throat and bowed deeply. Princess Keena looked in the direction of which Minho was bowing, and she rose to her feet while the others around her bowed.
Prince Yoongi stood before the Princess and she gave him a pleasant bow before she greeted him with that charmed smile of hers. The Prince stared at the Princess and bowed slightly, “Hello, Princess.”
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Hey love~ Could you get a request of mine done?
Sub!Jin as an aristocrat, who doesn't believe in any sort of myths as such, is a famous poet and is held in high regards in the society. Y/N is a reclusive widow, or so the people think... but secretly she's a vampire, and Jin gets successfully seduced by her?
I wish you could write about when she bites him and sucks him off👉👈... it's fine if this doesn't chalk up to your taste, but if it does ... could you please please please make a sizzling piece????
Ooooo sexy! I’ll be happy to write this for you! Thanks for sending it in!!!
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“Black lace”
Pairing:sub!jin x widowed vampire!reader
premise: King PD hosts a grand ball to commemorate his anniversary of becoming king. To this ball, he invites every known noble that resides in the kingdom. Among said nobles is Kim Seokjin, one of the Kingdoms greatest minds to date. The poet is treated as next to royalty, so no one expects him to be so mystically drawn to y/n, the dark widower with a secret she has yet to behold.
A/n: please enjoy! Thank you for sending this in, it’s so hot <3 I’m happy to write this and I hope you have good day! I’m sorry for talking so long with this. From now on I’m going to try my best to post more frequently!
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The clock strikes eight.
King PD had just given the guards clearance to allow every guest into the ballroom. It was time for the celebration to begin. No longer would the golden walls of the room be dormant; laying in wait.
King PDs chief knight; Namjoon, had opened the doors, and began happily greeting the royal citizens of Bangtan, one by one. It wasn’t long before they came flooding in, painting Castle Bantangs walls with their extreme etiquette and modesty.
The socialites each made their way in, one by one, or group by group, as it was immensely popular for citizens to attend these events in parties of four or five people. Seven, eight or nine, was also very common.
As Namjoon greeted Lady Boa, his eyes fell upon a familiar face in the line.
His chestnut brown tresses properly styled, a creme colored shawl and suit, leather shoes, and bedazzled staff, he all dawned. His clothes clung perfectly to his lean frame and broad shoulders, making him such the eye candy.
Namjoon was all but surprised; his friend was known for standing miles outside of the box.
The familiar face got closer until it finally graced Namjoons presence.
Ah yes, he recognized the poet from anywhere. His confidence a shadow, his utter beauty the Angel on his shoulder.
“Seokjin,” Namjoon began, as he bowed. Seokjin reciprocated; following formality was never an issue on his behalf.
“It’s nice to see you here. I didn’t think you would attend.”
Seokjin grinned. “How could I not? King PD is my favorite king ever.”
“I’m afraid He’s the only king you know, Jin.” Namjoon quipped with a smile. Jin chuckled and patted his friends shoulder. They loved banter; clearly it was refreshing.
“Aren’t you nervous for your speech tonight?”
Jin was a man of words. His words, his weapon. That’s what he was known for. A renowned poet. Everyone indulged in the many publishing’s of SJK, or Kim Seokjin. His poetry was everywhere, even in schools.
“No. Speeches are my thing.”
He could never be nervous to speak. It wasn’t in his nature.
Namjoon didn’t even know why he asked the question. He’d known Jin for so long at this point, it was clear that Jin had no issue with projecting his voice to people. He did it over text, and to Seokjin, it was no different from that at all.
“I’ll be off then,” said Jin. “I think those hors d’oeurves are calling my name.”
Namjoon chuckled, as it seemed that Jin was ignoring the obvious display of other socialites beckoning for his attention. He would give food his attention, but not his adoring fans.
Just as Seokjin was going to turn around, his eyes fell upon a feminine figure, draped with black lace from crown to soles.
Jin’s mind was quick to put a name to them; a black swan present among the opposite of its kind.
They sashayed closer, and the aura radiating from them absorbed Jin entirely. Jasmine and Vanille fragrance massaging his olfactory receptors.
“Good evening, Ms.l/n,” Namjoon greeted. She lifted her veil, revealing her stunning features to both Jin and Namjoon.
A seductive fox, with a dove for a face. An Angel, who’s true origins are unknown. Heaven or hell, did she crawl from?
Jin was known to use mythical creatures in his poetry, but no one really knew that he never believed in any of that stuff. He was a sucker for metaphorical poetry; allusions and allegories galore. Doves and the heavens went together to portray an image of a divine sight; a sight Jin didn’t believe in until now.
Now he believed in a higher power. Mother Nature must’ve had a limit to the beauty of her billions of creations. A God must’ve sculpted this woman out of porcelain and breathed life into her statue.
Of course, Jin was trapped under her gaze, a victim to true seduction in its purest form. She welcomely grinned at the man enthralled by herself. She knew him; he was Jin, the poet.
“You have the most beautiful eyes”, Jin begins. “Your eyes behold the truth of all time, and key to all earthly beauty.”
He latched onto her hand, and kissed it in custom.
“I will be the one to uncover each one, for I am an explorer and your irises, the unknown.”
She blushed at his compliment. She was easy to understand such metaphors.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Such compliments were hard to come by for the woman. She repulsed people, not by her face, but by her past. People who knew her, hated her. Seokjin was a breath of fresh air.
“Tis not a problem, my dear. Would you like to accompany me to a table?”
Namjoon snickered behind his hands, laughing at how quick Seokjin managed to land a date for tonight’s event. That was so like him; his words got him into many situations.
The woman nodded gently and grabbed Seokjins free hand, sashaying once again with him by her side.
Her presence earned whispers and stares, a widow with a new man was bound to receive criticism.
Jin was clearly non the wiser to the current state of the royal ball room, or maybe he didn't care. He was indifferent. The woman in front of him was more enchanting and demanding than the thought of the other nobles and their bigoted opinions. Jin hated most of them, save for a few of the more pleasant bunch of his friends.
Long story short, the nobles always had their opinions, as did all people, so Jin cared little about their stance on most things.
He and his newly found date found a table and sat promptly next to each other, basking in each other’s new found presence. 
Jin seemed to be enthralled with the woman in front of him. His eyes wouldn’t leave her face, as opposed to her, who stole a quick glance at him every two minutes. Jin’s tender stare was forcing her to shift her attention away from the formal speeches being given.
She tried to break the ice with a measly question.
“Don’t you have a speech to put on soon?”
Jin handsomely grinned. “Yes. I do, however I don’t go on until late. There’s many a time before I lay foot on that ugly stage, unfortunately.”
“Why unfortunately?” She asked with genuine curiosity.
“Because….I simply don’t care to stand and give these people my time. I am devoted to King PD, after all he saved my life a long time ago .These townspeople are ignorant though. I wish not to be in their presence. I only want to give the speech out of respect and my love for the action of admiration.”
Y/n nodded in great understanding. The towns nobles were judgmental. She knew this fact best. The people barely associated with her after the untimely death of her husband. Come to think of it, they never even seemed to like her enough then.
For a split second, the same thought crossed both their minds. They didn’t want to be sitting here, soaking up boredom.
Jin grabbed y/ns hand and got up quietly, trying to leave without a sound following their movements. Namjoon spotted them out of the corner of his watchful eye, wondering where they were going. Jin was the type to get horny during these things, Namjoon thought. He knew a lot about his friend and his occasional lack of restraint. He also knew it was because of Jins lack of any sexual encounters. If Jin had a dollar for every person that had a desire to get in bed with him, he would have been a billionaire. On the other side of the coin, if Jin had a dollar for every person he had actually slept with, he would have exactly ten dollars in a piggy bank with change for some reason.
The pair met in the secret hallway, if anything, more quiet than secret. The hall was empty, just them and their heavy panting present. They had held in their breath for too long.
The exhale they both let out revealed the heavy emotions of lust and exhaust. The room felt hot now, and they both began to look more attractive by the growing minute.
Jin found himself being suddenly controlled by her striking beauty. He couldn’t think straight as he stared into her dominant eyesight. What was happening to his body? He felt himself inching closer and closer to her by the minute, but why? Was this his doing?
In an instant, they both grabbed a hold of each other, grasping into each other’s faces with urgency.
Jin had figured some entity or emotion had assumed his brains position a long while ago, so he let the last of his coherency- his tongue- lead the way.
“I am parched,” he began. “Please; let me partake in the sweet wine your lips must have to offer. Allow me to drink from your well of fresh water.”
Under her breath, y/n seductively grinned, for this was her plan all along.
“Drink till your hearts content. Drink until your mouth is no longer is dry, for I will steal a drink from you myself. The virgin red wine you behold is mine, and I wish to have a glass.”’
Poetry was Jins favorite language to speak, and thankfully she was fluent.
Their lips collided, tongues fighting a war both of them wanted to give in to. Eventually it was Jin who gave in to his temptations further than he already had. He let y/n take the reigns of the situation, as there was nothing more he wanted than to be at her mercy. The feeling of lust and subservience was racking him all night as he was in her presence.
Y/n pleased Jin better than anyone ever did. She was better; they were making out for ten minutes straight, and she was already the best he ever had. This was evident by the way Jin was moaning in her mouth, wanton. Evident in the way that he was unconsciously rubbing up on her, trying to get friction against the growing problem in his pants. Of course she noticed his neediness.
Pulling away, she moved to make enact her plan.
Love bites were her favorite.
Jin shuddered as he felt her tongue against that sweet spot in his neck. A cute sound escaped his plump lips, making her smile. She was glad he was enjoying himself.
Jin felt so sensitive. Every single part of his body was tingling under her touch. Was she aware of how she was affecting him?
Y/n rested her sharp teeth against Jins sweet spot, ready to lend her true love to him. She hoped that it would only feel like a small prick to him. Her teeth delicately sunk into Jins perfect skin, causing him to cry out. She was frightened. Was she not careful enough?
Jin wasn’t sure what just happened but whatever y/n was doing under him was feeling so fucking good. His eyes were scrunched shut, and he refused to open them for his own good. He began to feel some heightened feeling possess his body. Everything- he could feel everything, pleasurable.
To test her work, y/n used her elbow to pin Jin against the wall. Her free hand found itself palming the man, and so sudden, came the moaning of Jin. He gasped and choked on his own spit at these sensations.
“Fuck~ please suck it. Please?”
Her work was a success, as usual.
“Well, my love. Since you beg so politely.” Y/n answered softly.
Y/n unzipped Jins trousers, pulling them down past his knees. She didn’t plan to get his clothes dirty, since he did have a speech to do soon.
She wanted to ruin him, not his outfit.
Y/n got excited at the outline in Jins underwear. His juicy, veiny dick made her so wet. It was a bit long, but nothing she couldn’t conquer. She had to tease herself and him, so why not lick it up through the fabric?
Jin tried closing his legs; the sensitivity getting the best of him. Fuck he wanted it so bad, but he knew he was gonna cum fast anyway.
“Awww. Someone’s sensitive, huh? Let me taste you baby. Don’t hide from me.”
Y/n pried Jins legs open with with simple ease. She wasted zero time, her tongue licking Jins tip through his boxers.
Various sounds spilled from Jins mouth, he was trying so hard to keep quiet but he couldn’t help it. He grabbed his shirt collar and shoved it in his mouth, trying his best shut himself up. It was for his own good. He never knew he could be this loud.
“Feels so good right?”
“Mhm-fuck.”
Yes indeed. Y/n reduced a man of words to sounds only. It felt satisfying at the least.
She followed by pulling down his boxers now, freeing his hard cock. The cold air hit his cock, making Jin suck in a a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The urge to shamelessly beg was becoming harder to fight. He was fucking losing so bad.
“Please Miss. Please suck my cock. I need it so bad.”
“Baby’s so polite. I’ll grant your wish, happily.”
Y/n started with kitten licks against his tip, making Jin tremble from the sensations. He whined when he felt her entire mouth wrap around his cock, eagerly sucking him up as if she were starved. Y/b bobbed her head, not even trying to save the Jin from his orgasm. She knew he would cum fast; he was supposed to. That’s what she wanted him to do.
“Fuck! Please don’t stop!”
Y/n took all of Jin in her mouth, making sure to choke on his dick.
Jin watched her below him, and the sight forced his eyes to the back of his head. He was behaving like such a needy whore, but he was being what he truly was. It was the truth, he needed this.
Jin was drooling now, these were the reactions y/n coaxed out of him.
She swirled her tongue around his tip, Jin began to tremble in his spot. So close, so close, fuck right there!
Y/n closed her mouth around him as her finishing touch, as his warm juices exploded in her mouth. He shook violently, uncontrollably whining from the powerful orgasm that had just racked his body.
Y/n swallowed his sweet cum, teasing him whilst his cock was still in her mouth. She came off of him with a pop. Various Juices coated Jins pretty cock. He felt dizzy now. He’s never came so hard in his entire life.
What was y/n? Who was she? How did she make Jin feel like that? Was it magic?
“You should get ready. You’re supposed to be on stage in ten minutes.”
Jin barely heard such information, his orgasm still messing with his brain. He was cloudy, but his emotions were clear to him.
That woman would be his downfall, his kryptonite. So mysterious, so seductive, so entirely perfect.
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What if… you decided to runaway? part two| BTS OT7 au
Starring @oknymz / @shadowofahope 💜 4.7K of fluff and angst, you know what they say about short and sweet….
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There was something about the island that was serene, calm, something that was shattered when the 8 of you stepped foot on the sand. What would have been a tranquil quiet morning had turned into the usual chaos.
“Seriously Hyung! Again?” You wake startled to Jungkook shouting at the man currently enclosing you tighter in his arms, ignoring the maknae.
“This is the third night in a row,” Jungkook continues when neither of you reply, he’s angry but there’s more to it, he’s hurt. You try to pry the hands around you away, trying to get your thoughts together after being harshly woken, but Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, only offering you a grumbling “tsk” to your movement.
“Hyung!“ Jungkook yells for his attention. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his tongue harshly pressed against his cheek in annoyance, you can feel it, just as you can feel his stare that you swore was burning you more than the Sun’s heat.
“Jagi fell in love with me first,” the prince let out smugly, you can feel the smirk on the back of your neck. “I saw her first, we would never have met her if it wasn’t for me.”
“So?” The maknae replies seething, while your jaw drops at the Prince’s audacity.
“So I get Princess whenever I want,” Yoongi chuckles arrogantly.
You nearly choke as Jungkook storms out, leaving Yoongi amused and you stunned.
“Kookie wait!” You call after him but the chains around you called Min Yoongi wouldn’t give.
“Yoongi that was mean,” you scold him lightly, which finally makes him let you go, only to turn you to face him.
He’s so pretty in the mornings, so carefree, it's hard to hold on to your annoyance when he attacks you like this.
“He woke us up,” is his only reply, as if that justified everything.
“That doesn’t excuse you being mean,” you pout, leaping to the maknae’s defence. “This is the last time you convince me to sleep next to you.”
“Tough, you’re sleeping next to me tonight too,” he states confidently, completely disregarding your statement.
His behaviour was giving you multiple cases of whiplash, and it was too early in the morning for so many.
“Yoongi, that's not fair.”
He sighs, the self-assured attitude melting away to reveal his vulnerability, the change makes you still. He has a soft look in his eyes as he gazes into yours, but there was an intense sentiment behind them that takes your breath away.
“Y/n, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he admits quietly, the heaviness of his tone making your heart ache. “I still have nightmares Jagi, I still wake up believing we didn’t make it out.”
Your eyes tear up, you had those dreams too. Worse ones sometimes, your father dragging him to the guillotine with the others lined behind him while you scream, restrained by his guards. You shiver at the reminder of those horrible images.
“The only thing that convinces me we did is waking up to you in my arms,” he looks down at your fingers, playing with him softly to distract himself. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’d let you see it.
“Yoongi talk to them,” you sigh, understanding his point, but you had six others to also think about, and you knew in the long term this would cause a rift. “They’ll understand…”
He kisses your hand softly, contemplating your point even if he looked like he was ignoring it.
“Not yet,” he hums, “I want to keep you to myself a little longer.”
The smirk he gives you makes you gulp, your skin starting to burn under the new dangerous glint in his eyes. You fight the pleasant shiver that travelled down your body, biting your lip to stop yourself smiling.
“The bed’s big enough for someone else to join us, you can’t keep hogging me,” you shake your head, laughing lightly at the way his gummy smile grew.
“Fine, on one condition,” he grins, leaning in, his eyes drawn to your lips before looking at you suggestively. “Admit you love me the most.”
Your jaw drops for the umpteenth time that day.
“Min Yoongi what’s gotten into you this morning?”
“I’m happy,” he breathes against your lips with a sincere smile.
The sight has your heart flying, unable to control your own bashful grin that he starts kissing. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, loving the sound of you giggling at his ministrations, holding you closer.
“I fell in love with you the moment I met you Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw with affection before his eyes meet yours. He’d tell you it a million times. “You’re the reason I’m free.”
His heartfelt confession made the words of love you wanted to return get stuck in your throat behind the rising emotion. You kiss him again instead, slowly, deeply, making sure he understood how you felt for him too.
“Am I interrupting?”
Yoongi groans when you pull away, turning to see Namjoon leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk.
“Yes,” Yoongi grunts, trying to pull you back.
“Morning Joonie,” you greet him much to the Prince’s dismay. Well that was his morning ruined.
“Morning Princess,” Namjoon says softly, walking up to you both to kiss your forehead before sitting next to you, playing with your hair.
“Let me guess,” Yoongi huffed. “The maknae had some complaints.”
For a second he thinks Joon didn’t hear him, not with the way he was staring down at you fondly, dimple peeking out of his cheek. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the way you’re grinning back. All the reservation your head bodyguard, or ex bodyguard he supposed, had about his affection for you had disappeared the second you both confessed. It was as if the proverbial dam broke, and Namjoon’s show of love could no longer be controlled.
I think I preferred it when he denied his feelings, Yoongi thinks to himself but even he knows he doesn’t mean it.
“Hyung you’re upsetting the others,” Namjoon states, not taking his eyes off of you.
“Am I upsetting you?” Yoongi challenges, ready to call out any self serving agendas he might be hiding dressed as concern from the others.
“Is Jungkook okay?” you ask, feeling a pang of guilt for the youngest.
“He’s swimming it off little queen,” Namjoon reassures you, thumb trying to soothe the crease between your brows of worry. “He’ll be fine.”
“Are you both going to start arguing?” You could already feel the atmosphere changing even through the grin Namjoon was wearing.
“Yes.” “No.”
Well that answered that. Yoongi scowled at his younger friend, buttering you up and feeding you white lies, at least he was honest.
You sigh, it was definitely too early for this, and you didn’t want to hear it. You’ve been caught between their little spats before and never ended well. You jump out of bed, using the glares they were both giving each other to your advantage.
“Where are you going?“ they both ask simultaneously, Yoongi propping himself on his elbows to watch you leave.
“To see a friend.”
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The knocking on the door can only be one person, one very stubborn runaway princess on a mission. There’s a sigh as the door is reluctantly opened, a sheepish grin from you that could only be described as trouble.
“You’re going to get me killed,” Nym says matter of factly, opening the door wide to let you through without complaint.
“I’m not going to get anyone killed,” you reply, already taking a seat though you technically hadn’t been invited to.
“They’re going to realise you’re over here more than you are over there,” they chuckle.
“Because we’re friends,” you pout. “And they know how thankful I am to have you.”
Dammit, you had a way with words, you could convince the stars to stop shining if you wanted it. The journey to the island was a long one, after the first flight on the private plane, there was a long car trip to a helicopter which brought you here. The island was owned by Namjoon and Yoongi under an alias not even you knew about.
“It would get lonely here if I didn’t visit you,” you admit, thinking about how alone you were in your old life and comparing it to now.
This place was an isolated drop of paradise floating in the calmest ocean, the only people living on it were doing so under their command or permission. Two out of a handful of the people lived in this house, Nym, the tech genius who kept the island safe, secure and under the radar for the guys, also your new best friend. And her husband, the getaway driver and pilot, Lee Minho.
“You have seven men ready to lay down their lives for you at your villa,” an eyebrow rises, calling you out completely. “I don’t think lonely is the term you’re looking for.”
“I know, and I love them,” you agree. “But there's a lot of testosterone…”
Nym laughs, making you laugh too.
“Sure you’re not using me for my tech gifts?”
“Maybe a little,” you tease, not meaning it at all, before getting down to business. “Anything yet?”
“You’re right,” she sighs. “They have been watching her, but no one’s taken her in for questioning as far as I can see.”
You nod, taking the information in.
“And as for contacting her to let her know you’re okay…” Nym hesitate, “I’d hold off for now.”
“I know,” you let out a deep breath, thinking to yourself. “I wouldn’t implicate her, or risk them finding us. I just want Sana safe.”
Your head is hung low, if anything happens to your best friend because of your escapade you’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would be the first place they check, the one to keep an eye on, she must be worried sick… A hand squeezing your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, a reassuring smile from your saving grace. Nym could hack into anything, satellite feeds, security cameras, all without leaving a trace. Thank goodness she was working with you and not against you, which begged the question-
“So you haven't actually told me how the guys recruited you,” you say before realising you might come off a bit rude with your prying. “Not that you have to tell me of course.”
The tech genius shrugs like it was no big deal.
“Yoongi’s uncle wanted to use my skills in the worst kind of way,” Nym admits before clarifying, “the world war kind of way, when I refused I became a fugitive, Namjoon and your prince got me out. A lot of us here are like that, we’re not loyal to a monarchy, just the ones who helped us escape.”
Your jaw drops, that was not what you were expecting at all. Well that was a bombshell.
“Yeah, the crown is corrupt in most places, I’m glad you don’t have to wear yours anymore.”
“Me too,” you agree wholeheartedly, you never wanted that weight on your head again.
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The afternoon Sun had peaked in the sky when you walked back home, like an alarm blaring. Or maybe that was your guilty conscience making it feel so. The others had strictly laid down the law not to contact anyone from the outside world, and you weren’t stupid, you knew the implication if you did. But this tiny molehill you were hiding would be made into seven big mountains if they ever found out.
You’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t realise you’ve made it to the door, walking through it in a trance. The second you turn to the door to ensure it was closed, arms wrap around you from behind making you jump back to reality.
“You’re spending a lot of time over at their house,” Taehyung states in his signature deep timbre, not needing to elaborate. Soft kisses start at your temple working their way down your face.
“I really like going over there,” you giggle when his nose tickles your neck as he nuzzles himself as close to you as he can.
“I know,” you feel the pout of his lips on your skin. “I’m getting jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“It feels like you’re running away from us,” it’s the little huff that has you biting your lips to stop from laughing but you can’t hold it back.
“I’ve already tried to run away from you guys once,” you can’t help chuckling. “It didn’t go well, I won’t be doing it again.”
“Don’t joke about running away with someone else,” he grumbles, making you both walk to the sofa like huddled penguins, refusing to let you go. “It’s not fair, we’ve escaped to paradise and I see you less than when we were on duty in the castle.”
“Tae we’ve only been here a week,” you need to stop laughing at his behaviour before he got grumpy, but he was so cute like this. He falls back into the sofa, taking you with him with a yelp.
“I don’t care, I’m not letting you go for the rest of the day,” his head is buried again in your neck as if that would cement his statement, legs locking onto yours keeping them in place.
“Okay,” you agree to placate him but he seems to have more on his chest.
“Yoongi Hyung gets you enough,” he starts ranting, head falling back on the sofa as he complains. “I can’t sleep unless I’m hugging you and he doesn’t let me join.”
“You hold Jiminie and Kookie all the time,”
“It’s not the same!” He whines dramatically, starting to fake cry like a child. “Yoongi Hyung is so mean, and you love him more than us.”
He waits for you to correct him, hiding his insecurities through his pretend wailing.
“Taehyung, that's not true and you know it,” you nudge your head with his, seeing right through his little act. Any other day you might’ve teased him, or pretended to contemplate it, but you knew that Yoongi’s attachment issues were going to cause just that, more issues.
“Prove it,” he doesn’t drop the childish tone. “Stay here with me all day.”
“I said I was going to, you big baby!”
You feel him laugh, his chest shaking with it as he pressed his lips together to stop it coming out.
“Can we nap?” You ask him yawning, “Jungkook woke us up at stupid oclock.”
“And Yoongi hyung kept you up late,” he grumbles, lying you both down.
You ignore the remark sheepishly, settling into his arms as his leg straddles your waist to keep you from leaving as if this were all a cruel ploy to escape him.
Good thing the villa had air conditioning.
—
“Taehyung we’re borrowing Princess for a second!”
Did no one want to let you sleep in peace? Jimin’s loud announcement ripped you from your slumber like a blaring alarm. You hear a grumble of disapproval from behind you, hands trying to keep you in place as Hoseok pulls you out of his hold.
Like a scene from a bad diamond heist, Jimin quickly puts a pillow in Taehyung’s arms, grinning in satisfaction when he settles again.
You on the other hand wobble on your feet before Hoseok steadies you, an amused smirk on his face when you grab onto him for support. You give them both a grumpy glare which they choose to ignore, dragging you down to their room. You’re half asleep when they push your shoulders, making you sit on the chair in the middle of the room a length away from the foot of the bed.
“Why do you both look like you’re about to interrogate me?” You ask the pair.
“Because we are,” Jungkook announces his arrival, closing the door as he grabs another chair and sits on it in front of you the wrong way round. The back of the seat faces you as the youngest straddles it, arms crossed at the top, his eyes boring into yours.
He’s about to speak but you’re all distracted by the door opening again.
“Ya did you seriously just slam the door in my face?” Jin’s ears have gone red with rage as he spits at the maknae who giggles like he has a death wish.
“You’re too slow Hyung!” he complains grinning mischievously, maybe he did it on purpose, but he wouldn’t admit it.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand please?” Jimin sighs seriously as he addresses the room.
“Which is what exactly?” You yawn, still not quite awake.
“Your betrayal,” Hoseok states bluntly, making your heart jolt out of your chest.
“M-my what?” You splutter out, how… how did they know? You try to keep the guilt and stupor off your face. Ignorance until proven guilty, that was the saying your father taught you growing up amidst his scandals.
“You told Yoongi Hyung you loved him first,” Jungkook pouts, an irritated scowl on his face from the memories of the morning.
“You said you fell in love with him the moment you met him,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow in distaste.
“We’ve managed to come to terms with it,” Jimin says before muttering to himself, “even if it is annoying.”
“So the question remains little Queen,” Jin stands behind Jungkook. “Who did you fall for next?”
Any sigh of relief you had been in the middle of was swallowed back down. Nope, no way, you were not getting into this. You almost want to be accused of the other thing.
“All of you,” you diplomatically reply, meaning it.
“Princess we’re not above torture if we need it,” Jimin warns, ready to tickle it out of you if neccessary. “Who?”
“This isn’t fair,” you whine before word vomiting your defence. “I didn’t even realise I was for ages and when I did I realised it about you all!”
“Yet you still figured out you loved Yoongi Hyung first,” Hoseok should have been a lawyer with the way he was ready to pick apart your argument.
“But I do love you all,” your puppy dog eyes and pout may have worked any other day, but not this day. Today they were determined to know and settle it once and for all. Min Yoongi was monopolising you and they needed weapons against it, something to wipe that smug smile off his stupid royal face.
“It’s Namjoon I’m telling you,” Hoseok sighs, all of them turning to each other suddenly ignoring you.
“Nope Namjoon was the harshest on her out of us all for ages,” Jin disagrees. “He was fighting his feelings.”
“I don’t know, Princess might like the mean type,” Jimin comments, contemplating the facts like their question was the hardest puzzle on the planet.
“Then it's me,” Jungkook exclaims like he’s solved it. “I ignored Princess for months before giving in.”
“Because you were shy, idiot,” Jimin refutes him, rolling his eyes.
You use their distraction to your advantage, trying to sneak away but you must’ve forgotten who they were. They weren’t the world’s best bodyguards arbitrarily.
Jin grabs your arm, bringing you back to the chair with a thud.
“Little queen, you’re not leaving without giving us an answer,” Hoseok looms over you, his hands on each side of the chair, trapping you in place. You look up at him earnestly, how could they be insecure about your love for them?
“Look I didn’t realise I loved you all until that night I met my father,” you explain calmly like you were in police custody, being framed for a crime. “But gun to my head, I was falling for you all from the moment we met as we all got to know each other, there wasn’t a time when I loved someone more or less.”
“But you fell for Hyung first,” Jungkook grumbles through pouting lips, pulling Hobi away so he could attack you with them visually.
“I met him first,” you chuckle, “he came into my life like a dream when everything was dark and I was alone, and then he disappeared, but when he came back he brought you all with him.”
They all go quiet, like your words were confirmation that you loved the prince more than them. It shouldn’t make their hearts sink, not when they knew you loved them too, but a sad jealousy hit them, making all their demenours deflate. It felt as if you and Yoongi had something they could never share, it left them feeling on the edge of their own relationship, like you both were at the centre and they were on the outside looking in. They wanted you to love them just as much.
“You guys remember when Sana left,” you try to rouse them from their thoughts. “That morning after when you all panicked as I was crying,”
You laugh to yourself at the memory, remembering all the ways they were trying to get you to stop.
“I was crying because I loved you all and I was happy,” you explain hoping they would really hear what you were trying to say, “I was sad Sana left, but I was happy you were all with me.”
The looks they give you has your heart reaching for them, you knew where they were in themselves. You had been there, thinking they didn’t love you the way you loved them, that they all loved someone else, it was a feeling you would never forget.
“Just because I fell for someone first doesn’t take away how much I love the rest of you,” you tell them wholeheartedly, meaning every word.
“But Yoongi Hyung-“
“Yoongi and I relate to each other a little bit more,” you cut Jungkook off, “we wore our crowns reluctantly, there’s an understanding there I admit you all can’t empathise with, and I would never want you to, but that doesn’t mean I love him more.”
“But we want to understand too,” Jimin mumbles dejectedly, looking at the floor, the corners of his lips weighed down. “We want a special bond with you too.”
You let out a breath of laughter at his words, didn’t they see the bond you had with them, the way they all kept you alive when the crown threatened to bury you again and again.
“You all don’t realise it,” you say smiling but your eyes watered as you thought of every moment of love you had with them, all those times you were too blind to your own feelings. “But each of you have touched my life in your own way, I was so alone before you.”
Their eyes glisten like yours, but you don't mind when your tears drop.
“You didn’t just save me,” you confess, your voice growing thicker, “you saved Yoongi too. How can I love you any less?”
—
Their figures go rigid at the scenes playing in front of them, the static on the screen doing nothing to hide the facts. Namjoon and Yoongi feel their chest seize for you as the words blare on the intercepted news channel.
Your father was dead, and with you missing, your cousin and Taeyeon were to take the throne. Nym watches the pair in concern, each of them could feel the pressure from the sudden tension, the air so thick it was suffocating. Your kingdom was on the cusp of ruin.
“Don’t tell her,” his solemn voice breaks the minute of silence.
Namjoon’s jaw drops in shock, that was usually his line, Min Yoongi was always the first one that suggested telling you everything.
“Hyung we can’t keep this from her,” Namjoon states dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“We can, and we will,” Yoongi replies sternly, no room for argument in his tone, but he forgot who he was talking to.
“Hyung that’s her father, he might be a piece of cr-“
“If we tell her she’s going to want to go back,” Yoongi snaps, advancing into Namjoon’s space heatedly, not willing to back down. “The second we step on to any national soil we all end up with a noose around our necks and she knows that, she’ll go alone.”
He looks at the Prince’s unhinged posture, stepping back to breathe and calm the situation down. Titles didn’t matter when they were both fugitives, in Yoongi’s country the head bodyguard would think twice before opposing him, but when he was under his command, he brought down his consequences like a tonne of bricks on whoever disobeyed him. Here they were evenly matched, stripped down to two men who only wanted the best for you, both as stubborn as each other.
“Hyung we have to tell her, plus she doesn’t have the means to go back even if she wanted to,” Namjoon tries to placate the Prince, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to him by matching his energy.
Yoongi laughs under his breath as if the cleverest amongst them said something stupid and it pisses him off. His jaw clenches hard as he holds himself back from unleashing his own fury at his friend for ridiculing him.
“Namjoon for as long as you’ve known Princess, when she wants something, has anyone been able to stop her?” He shakes his head.
“She’ll listen to us,” Namjoon pushes back, knowing you would, you always listened to him when it mattered. You trusted him with your life, more than the others, he knew that, it was never stated out loud, but with his whole heart he knew it. You always looked to him first, you might’ve fallen for the prince first but Namjoon was the one you sought implicitly above anyone else. In the game of chess, you were the Queen, he was the next powerful piece on the board, what people believed to be the King but actually the Rook. He protected you, he understood the politics better than anyone else did, even Min Yoongi. He could see the outcome to all the scenarios the situation called for, but one stood out amongst them all. If they kept this from you, you would never forgive them.
“She’ll find a way,” Yoongi continues, deep in his own thoughts. “Don’t say a word.”
The conversation makes the third forgotten person in the room uncomfortable… especially when glowing feline eyes turn towards them like prison lights about to catch an escapee.
“Don’t say a word,” he repeats himself warningly.
There isn’t a reply, just hesitation. This was morally wrong, there was no way-
“Nym, you can’t tell her.“
“But if her fathers dead, he can’t make her marry Wang anymore,” your new friend tries to come to your defence. “She can reclaim the throne-“
“She doesn’t want to rule!” Yoongi yells, startling them. “She’ll think she has to go back, to save her people from a psychopath who probably killed her father.”
“Hyung…” Namjoon places a hand on the prince’s shoulder, calming him. “That’s not our decision to make.”
There’s a silence that fills the room bringing with it a heavy weight on each of their shoulders.
“Taeyeon will kill her if she goes back,” Yoongi says quietly.
“With us beside her?” Namjoon tries to sound reassuring, but he can’t even convince himself.
“She’s tried before and we barely managed to keep her safe,” he strikes where it hurts, harshly throws the events that scarred them all in his friend’s face. “If we go with her Namjoon we’re all dead.”
You and Yoongi understood the rules and the corruption more than any of them did. Any dream of going back and returning to what used to be was buried the second they left. You were both defectors, both traitors of your countries, the public wouldn’t take to your return kindly.
“We can say we knew of a plot that would attack the royal family so we had to get the princess out, he died under suspicious circumstances,” Namjoon offers, gesturing to the screen still playing the events of your fathers death, trying to come up with options for every outcome. “That’s what this whole island is about hyung, we can prove that.”
“I’m not risking her safety,” Yoongi breathes menacingly, unwavering in his conviction. “Do you understand me?”
And Namjoon did, he completely did. He had been the one to utter that line too many times, it was unnerving to be on the receiving side.
But you still deserved to know.
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Melting Your Heart- MYG | Ch. Prologue
╰ ̷ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖸/n'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾". 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?
╰ ̷ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾!𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
╰ ̷ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ → 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒! 𝖺𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌(?) 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.
╰ ̷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ → 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁.
╰ ̷ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ → 5560
╰ ̷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ → 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 ✓ | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2
Seoul, seven years ago.
It's a breezy summer night and King Ryung is holding a ball to celebrate his birthday.
The entire nobility and high society of the Korean Kingdom were invited.
Crown Prince Seung-gi is participating in the dances; meanwhile, Prince Yoongi is taking a stroll in the moonlit park with his old childhood friend, Lady Y/N, daughter of The King's best friend and counsellor.
"These shoes are killing me"
Says Y/N finding a spot to sit on a stone bench in front of the pond, the moon shining on its surface, as a light breeze ruffles a bit of her hair that is styled into a half-up, half-down updo.
The wind makes every single branch of the trees nearby move and the loose leaves fall into the pond's water.
Soon after, Yoongi joins her both in silence, enjoying each other's presence, Y/N sighs.
Taking the courage to finally announce that she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools of architecture in Europe, she's been wanting to tell Yoongi for a while, but she always tried to push it back because of her feelings for him.
"Yoongi… there's something I need to tell you…"
Yoongi's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his best friend's tone got serious.
"Shoot whatever you need to say, Y/n"
"I'm leaving tomorrow… I got accepted into that University in Europe, the one that I've been trying to get into for the last two years…"
Yoongi stays silent for a couple of seconds, thinking whether he should tell her not to go because of his feelings for her or be happy for her and congratulate her on her successful task of entering university.
"Really? I'm so happy for you Y/n! But wait… tomorrow?! Why haven't you told me sooner?"
"I know, and I'm sorry for telling you like this, it's that I was still unsure of going."
"I understand"
Yoongi smiles at her but still feels a bit sad about the fact that they'll have to spend time apart.
After all, they both had grown up together, and it was usual for both to meet every day, mostly spending it listening to music, reading, or simply enjoying each other's presence.
He stands up, stretching his hand towards Y/n
"This needs a celebration itself!"
"What do you mean? What about the ball?! Wouldn't people notice that we're both missing?"
"I'm not my brother Y/n, it should be fine if we disappeared for more than we should. Follow me."
Yoongi leads y/n inside his father's office, where he mostly spends his time working on state matters and political businesses, the office is entirely covered in wood finely decorated and covered with paintings, and behind Yoongi's father's desk stands a tall, dark brown library full of old books, Yongi grins at Y/n and then reaches out to a mustard yellow covered book and takes it in his hands, once he opens the book it reveals inside of it that in fact, it's not a simple book but a perfect hiding spot for a set of old keys.
"What are you doing Yoongi? We shouldn't even be here!"
"Oh c'mon Y/n, don't you miss the old days when we were always up to no good?"
"Yes, but we never sneaked inside The King's office! And what are those keys for?"
Yoongi smiles again, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously
"What do you think they're for?"
"No. Do not tell me that those are the keys to your father's car. No, Yoongi, we won't steal The King's car"
"Oh no, these aren't the keys to my father's car, in fact, these are the keys to a secret place, my father doesn't even know that I know about this. Now, if you want to follow me, good, otherwise you can go back to the ball and keep complaining about how much your feet hurt due to those damn new shoes"
Y/n rolls her eyes, thinking about what she should do.
"Fine, I'll come with you"
"Knew it"
Yoongi grabs the keys from inside the book and closes it, putting it back on the shelf of the dark wooden library, taking again Y/n's hand, and takes her to the other side of The King's office, sliding a painting of his Grandfather and puts one of the keys in the hidden keyhole, turning the key until both he and Y/n hear a "click", Yoongi looks at her, grinning widely as the wall slides to the side, revealing a secret passage with wooden stairs.
They both start to go down the stairs, together until they reach a cosy hidden room with a stone fireplace, a couple of armchairs, and a big matching brown leather couch.
On the wall there are plenty of wooden shelves with many different bottles of wine, traditional Korean alcoholic beverages and imported whiskey, rum and scotch, on one side of the room, there is a vintage vinyl record player, Yoongi reaches for a new vinyl record and plays it.
"I guess this is where my father comes to unwind"
Yoongi says, gesturing to the room they're in at the moment, walking to the wall where the shelves are placed.
"What do you think it'll be good to drink for our own celebration? Wine? Whiskey? Champagne? Makgeolli? I'll let you choose"
Yoongi smirks as Y/n ponders on her choice, walking near Yoongi's side.
"I think red wine will be good, but... wouldn't your father notice?"
"As far as I know, he only comes down here when things get stressful, so I'm sure he wouldn't notice"
Yoongi looks at one of the best-imported wine bottles and takes it into his hand and walks towards a cabinet with glasses inside and a corkscrew.
Taking two of the wine glasses into his free hand as Yoongi places the bottle on the nearby table, then he reaches for also the corkscrew and begins to open the bottle of wine.
"How did you find out about this place, Yoongi?"
"Curiosity, one day I was left alone in my father's office while he was attending to a guest in the throne room and the fake book caught my eye while it was sitting on my father's desk, I opened it and found the keys... then I started looking around the office to see if there was any hidden door or something similar, it wasn't easy but I found it"
Yoongi pours the wine into both glasses and offers one to Y/n, she takes it and makes a toast.
"To accomplish our goals and dreams, I hope you'll find your path soon, I wish you to be happy too Yoongi."
"Cheers, I will find my path too"
Glasses clink together as both sip on the red alcoholic grape juice as the taste hits their tongues.
"Promise me we'll keep in touch, Y/n."
"Why wouldn't I? There's no reason for me not to keep on talking to you even just on the phone... you're my best friend, of course I'll keep in touch with you! And, who knows, maybe I'll be able to come visit from time to time..."
"I hope that"
Yoongi smiles as he speaks to his best friend, even if he feels a slight bitterness, knowing that this event might change things between both, he decided that it's better to slide his feelings for her aside, focusing on her being happy about her own life, after all, if you love someone you have to let them do what makes them happy, even if it means letting them go.
Time went by as both quickly finished the first bottle of red wine while they were sitting on the brown leather couch. Soon after, a second one was opened, the two kept chatting, and the effects of the alcohol started intoxicating both as they started to get tipsy.
In a moment of silence, neither Yoongi nor Y/n knew what happened. Maybe it was the alcohol— Maybe it was the desperation of not being able to have another opportunity like this.
But as they stared into each other's eyes, as the time seemed to stop, while at the same time the world was spinning around them, the stare they both held had an electricity and intensity that, if it was an object you could have been able to probably touch it.
Yoongi reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to make it tangle into Y/n's earring, his hand gently caressed her cheek as he does so. His gaze never left hers, it seemed that his heartbeat was echoing through his whole body. It felt like his entire heart was about to burst out of his chest right now, as the feeling of butterflies in his stomach she gave him were far more than he thought he'd be feeling.
As their lips made contact, their tongues danced with each other. Both felt like not wanting to stop, neither can denying the fact that something was happening here, there was no turning back, and these feelings were only going to grow stronger if they didn't act now, when everything still felt new and innocent, not jaded by the years of secrets that they've been keeping inside them.
Neither of them realised how much time had passed before Yoongi suddenly pushed Y/n back against the armrest and laid her down on the couch.
Yoongi took her face into his hands, he kissed her once again with so much desire and need that it made her forget how uncomfortable she was. When they break apart, their faces still close together, Yoongi whispers, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
Y/n couldn't speak— she didn't want to say anything else, afraid that whatever comes out of her mouth would either break the spell they were currently under or that they would lose this opportunity forever. However, all she did manage to utter was, "No… don't apologize… this isn't your fault…"
Yoongi continued to look confused, wondering why Y/n said that, but he decides to let it pass for now, continuing to enjoy the closeness between them. He stroked his thumb along Y/n's jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingertips. Their faces still close together, he placed a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, after years of trying to fight his feelings for her to not ruin their friendship and also being afraid to not be reciprocated by Y/n.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to stop?" Yoongi asks as he pulled back, looking deep into Y/n's eyes.
It was evident that Y/n wanted him to continue because despite how nervous she was, she didn't regret this, even if she could feel her heart racing faster than ever.
She couldn't believe that just hours ago she was sitting on the same sofa, drinking some wine, and now she was lying underneath the man who she has secretly loved since they were children. Her voice trembling, Y/n nodded, telling him to carry on.
Yoongi's smile became wider as he took his official uniform jacket off, tossing it on the floor next to the coffee table.
He sat up, and pulled Y/n's torso up, kissing her collarbones, as he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her body closer to his.
He slowly traced his fingers along Y/n's collarbone as his other hand trailed onto her back, taking the zipper of her poofy powder blue dress between his fingers.
He slowly moved his fingers up towards her neck, then he cupped her chin, making her look at him, a slow, sultry smile forming on his lips.
"Yoongi I've- I've never done this before..."
Y/n told Yoongi, as she looked into his eyes, her tone full of uncertainty and nervousness, as a crimson red appeared on her cheeks.
Despite how nervous she was, Y/n still loved the way Yoongi looked at her like he'd already made up his mind. That he'll make her feel safe with him.
"Don't worry, we can stop if you don't want to. You just have to tell me if you want me to and I will stop,"
He reassured her as he smiled sweetly at Y/n. Even though she was worried, she felt like nothing could hurt her at that moment, because she knew that Yoongi wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
She also thought that she really wanted to do this, to take a step further, to become something more with Yoongi, even if she didn't know exactly what that was. So she told him, without hesitation,
"Please. Don't stop."
Yoongi took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss Y/n again, softly, tenderly, hoping that this would reassure her, that she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.
Yoongi finally undid the zipper of her dress, slowly sliding the poofy ballgown powder blue dress over her shoulders, exposing her black strapless bra, which was clasped in front by a thin black strap, admiring the sight of her lacy black matching underwear, Yoongi throws the dress on the floor, then reached up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground next to his uniform jacket and her dress.
Yoongi looked back again into her eyes to see if there were any signs of discomfort in her, making sure she was still okay with him continuing before he started massaging her breasts.
"May I?" asks Yoongi softly, as he waited for Y/n's green light
"Yes... please..." answers Y/n, encouraging Yoongi with a simple nod.
A small blush appeared on Y/n's cheeks, as she nodded, causing her cheeks to redden even more.
Still facing away from her, Yoongi bent down to place a soft kiss on Y/n's stomach, following it up with a gentle peck on her left breast.
Reaching out to caress his face, Y/n gently laid back down again on the leather couch, allowing Yoongi to have better access. As his tongue circled around her nipple, gently Yoongi's fingers then started running lower, teasing her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties, causing Y/n to gasp and close her eyes, pushing herself further against Yoongi's hand. When Yoongi saw this reaction, he brought his other hand up to Y/n's chest, pinching her nipples gently.
"You're doing amazing" Yoongi said, praising Y/n, as he smiled at her "Good girl" he kept on praising her, as he continued to tease her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties.
His other hand gently kneaded Y/n's breasts, while he kept moving his thumb across her clothed clit, causing her hips to buck up slightly in response, Yoongi then stopped briefly only to hook his fingers on the waistband of her panties and took them off her body, as he threw them on the floor.
Once her panties were removed, Yoongi took a moment to savour the view before he started kissing her inner thigh, trailing kisses upwards her soaked pussy.
"Tell me if you don't like something, angel," says Yoongi, as he looked up at y/n, unsure of what to expect, as he pressed his lips against her moist pussy, barely touching her clit with his tongue.
Y/n immediately gasped, moaning as her hips bucked involuntarily against Yoongi’s lips.
"God you're so wet..." Yoongi said as he continued to trace his tongue over her clit, which sent her back into overdrive, her hips bucked up even higher against his lips, forcing him to grab her thighs and hold her down.
Y/n tried to arch her back, but Yoongi quickly grabbed her hips to keep her in position, while he kept lapping his tongue over her swollen clit, causing her moans to become louder and more frequent.
At this point, Y/n had lost all sense of control, as she felt as if she was going to explode any second as her body suddenly tensed up.
Noticing this, Yoongi added a little pressure with his tongue, flicking it against her sensitive nub.
His fingers then left her pussy, reaching up to grasp her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. At the same time, Yoongi pushed his middle finger inside of her, gently stretching her tight walls, prepping her for what was about to come.
As Y/n continued to shudder, uncontrollably, the fingers in her pussy continued to pump faster, causing her to cry out Yoongi's name, screaming out for release.
Finally, Yoongi thrusted his finger inside of her harder, causing her to scream out his name again as her orgasm hit her.
Her entire body trembled violently as waves of pleasure overtake her, almost sending her off the edge, her eyes rolled back into her head, until Yoongi pulled his fingers out, making her whine in frustration, desperately wanting more.
The hand that held Y/n's hips gently ran up her body to caress her cheek as Yoongi climbed up, as he reached for her lips, he kissed her passionately, making her taste herself on his tongue and lips.
"You did so well, angel,"
he said praising her once again,
"you're so beautiful"
he said
"Do you still want to keep going?"
Yoongi asked her with a smile.
She looked up at him in awe, Y/n replied with a nod,
"Of course"
As he heard this, Yoongi stood up and took off his boxers, he stood up proudly in front of Y/n, his throbbing cock sticking straight out.
As Yoongi saw her drool all over him, Yoongi placed his hands on her waist, positioning her underneath him.
"I need you to relax and trust me, y/n, will you?"
Yoongi says, looking into y/n's eyes,
"I do trust you,"
she replied, as she looked back into Yoongi's eyes, as he then lowered himself slowly onto her, as Yoongi teased her slit with the head of his cock, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of her, bit by bit, making Y/n’s face slightly winced in pain at the stretch, Yoongi kissed her cheek and lips as he tried to reassure and distract her from the pain, as he whispering into her ear.
"You're doing great angel, don't worry it will go away"
He praised her one more time, kissing her lips as he continued until he was finally fully inside of y/n, he stayed still until she gave him the input to start moving his hips, as Yoongi let her adjust to the stretch, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping his throbbing member.
Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him deeply, as they both started moving their hips together slowly, matching each other’s pace.
After a while, they settled into a steady rhythm, grinding against each other’s bodies.
"I love how tight your pussy is,"
Yoongi said groaning in pleasure, as he brushed his lips against her forehead,
"You feel amazing"
he continued, as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, building up momentum as he kept going and praising her
"You take my cock so well," Yoongi said as he kept thrusting into her
"Shit, it feels so good" Y/n moaned as her nails dug into the skin of Yoongi's back.
Y/n found her climax rapidly approaching, her body trembled uncontrollably as she started screaming Yoongi's name out loud as her orgasm hits her for a second time, flooding his cock with her juices as she writhed around beneath him.
Finally, when she couldn’t handle it anymore, Yoongi thrusted into her once more and filled her with his hot cum.
Their bodies were locked together, and sweat was dripping down both of their foreheads as they slowly rode out their orgasms.
Once they were both finished, Yoongi laid his head on her chest, basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, while he gently rubbed her shoulders, trying to soothe her and help her calm down.
After several minutes of this, Y/n finally started relaxing, as she was overcome with relief and exhaustion.
They lay there like that, with no desire to break apart.
Their breaths became slow and deep, coming more naturally now that the tension had been released, as they stayed in each other's arms for almost an hour.
"We should go back... people might've been thinking where the youngest son of His Majesty went..." says Y/n, as she sighed, not wanting this moment to end.
Yoongi groaned in response, either not wanting to put an end to that moment together: "You're right, after all..."
Yoongi peeled himself up from Y/n's body, as Yoongi started gathering all of his clothes from the floor he dressed himself back up, fixing his hair and clothes, he turned around to look at Y/n who was still reluctantly laying on the couch,
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks
"I feel great," she said, smiling as she sat up on the leather couch, also gathering back all her clothes, and dressing back, as Yoongi walked in front of her
"Turn around, I'll help you with the zipper of your dress"
She turned around as Yoongi placed one of his hands on the small of her back, while his other hand took the zipper between his fingers and pulled the zipper up,
"There you go"
"Yoongi?"
"Yes?"
"Is my hair fine?"
Yoongi fixed also back her updo, carefully, trying to not mess it up any more.
"Done, ready to go back?"
"I am"
She smiled as she and Yoongi headed back to the huge glittering and lively ballroom, bustling with music and chattering as the celebrations kept going until late in the night.
As the celebrations ended Yoongi and Y/n, hesitantly bid their goodbyes, but they both felt that something had changed between them, as they both sobered up in the meantime.
But they both quite couldn't pinpoint what had that changed between them, or maybe they tried to ignore it, as they did with their mutual feelings, as they awkwardly spoke before Y/n had to leave with her parents and brothers.
"So, I guess this is it... " Yoongi said with a sad smile on his face
"I guess so... but hey, we promised to keep in touch... if you're still up for that, obviously," she said unsure if he was still up for that, after the choice they both made earlier.
"Yeah! Of course, we'll keep in touch" Yoongi smiled again.
One of Y/n's brothers then reached up to them
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have to go"
"Yeah, sure I understand."
Yoongi paused and looked back at Y/n,
"Text me when you land, okay?"
"I'll do it Yoongi, please take care of yourself"
Despite the awkwardness between them, they hugged each other, as Yoongi engulfed Y/n in one last long hug.
And with that, once the hug was broken, Yoongi watched Y/n disappear inside the car, he whispered as the car drov
e away from the Royal Palace's driveway into the night as he felt his heart breaking into millions and millions of scattered tiny pieces
"I wish I dared to stop you, but I love you too much to not let you follow your dreams, I hope you'll be happy as you follow your dreams".
That night, Yoongi wasn’t able to fall asleep, his mind running through every single thing that happened that night, reminiscing every single touch, every single kiss and especially how Y/n looked and sounded under him, he reached for his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, unlocking it, angry at himself for being so stupid realising he made a mistake by getting drunk and let his feelings getting the best of the situation, he knew that there was no turning back point as he thinks
I really fucked up this time, like, fucked up badly, why am I so stupid?!
He chuckled disappointed in himself
Good job, Yoongi, really out of all people you could develop feelings for, your best friend well done, Yoongi.
Yoongi let his phone fall on his chest as he ran his hands through his hair
Out of all people you could end up with, your fucking childhood best friend. I’m seriously THAT stupid?!
He took his phone back in his hands and started scrolling through all the pictures he had with her, as he kept smiling again even if he still felt a mixture of disappointment, rage towards himself and most of all fear.
Yoongi feared that if he eventually confessed his feelings for Y/n, she would reject him, he feared that he would ruin the friendship they had, even if they already damaged what they had by choosing of sleeping together earlier that evening, as his thoughts ran one thousand miles per second, he swiped his finger on his phone screen, as he opened his social media and went straight to Y/n’s profile, his thumb lingered for a couple of seconds before hitting the ‘block’ button, as he did the same thing for her email, phone number and Kakaotalk.
I’m sorry, but I can’t keep living like this, I’ll eventually grow out of it.
After being done with this, Yoongi eventually fell asleep.
Jeju, three years ago, four years after Y/n’s departure.
The whole Royal Family was on a state trip before Yoongi’s brother, Crown Prince Seung-gi gets married to Song Kyu-ri, the daughter of the current head of the Bank Of the Korean Kingdom, during a sunny spring afternoon, talking with their people, meeting business owners…
Later, that night, Yoongi’s brother joined him in one of the rooms in the penthouse owned by the royal family, lately kept himself busy with studying music, especially on how to play the piano, despite his behaviour towards people changed gradually in the past four years, he fired nearly thirty piano tutors just because he felt like he grew bored of them, as well as the many rumours, which, most of them were true on how he treated his lovers, breaking hearts left and right, the only people he never even tried to treat badly were his parents, and of course his older brother, he cared deeply for them.
As Yoongi’s fingers grazed on the piano keys delicately, his brother sits beside him
“You’re getting better”
Seung-gi smiled proudly at Yoongi,
“Thank you…”
He replies without even adverting his eyes away from the piano, as his brother spoke again,
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure, go ahead”
“I mean, it’s a serious thing, Yoongi”
He stopped playing the piano as Seung-gi’s tone got deeper and more serious, Seung-gi gets up to sit on the couch behind their backs, and Yoongi followed his brother, sitting across from him
“I intend to resign my position as Crown Prince”
Seung-gi’s voice had never been that serious as his forehead furrows
“What?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing
“Do you even know what this will lead to?!”
Yoongi continues, looking at his brother who’s looking at Yoongi apologetically
“I know the consequences, Yoongi, but I’ve never been cut to become Crown Prince, imagine if I had to become The King! It would be a total disaster, Yoongi”
“So, you think I have what it takes to take YOUR place?!”
Yoongi’s expression turned from disbelief to anger in just a couple of seconds, as he stared at his brother
“And what do you think you would do, after you resigned?!”
“I want to call off the wedding too, Kyu-ri doesn’t deserve the same treatment I will have to face. This is not her fault. And… I want to travel around the world Yoongi, I want to find myself”
“I don’t get why all people want to become a nomad and travel without a specific destination, I find it even harder to understand why all people want to ‘find themselves’”
Yoongi said, standing up and reaching for the cupboard on the wall, he takes a small glass and pours himself a shot of vodka, he then reaches into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit it up with the lighter that was inside the packet, inhaling the bittersweet taste of smoke and tobacco.
“Yoongi… you should stop smoking, you know, Grandpa…”
“I know, but… I honestly don’t care anymore”
Yoongi exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking again
“Does Dad know?”
He asks, looking defeated as his mind has already started accepting his fate while Yoongi’s brother shook his head
“No, I was planning on telling him when we will be back home”
Yoongi nodded as he kept smoking
“You know he will be devastated…”
“But I’m sure he’ll guide you to become a better Crown Prince than I am”
“I don’t think so… but, we will see, only time will tell”
“You’re right…”
Seung-gi smiles at his brother Yoongi,
“But you have to promise me that you will change your behaviour towards the people who aren’t us, Yoongi, otherwise our people will hate you, and nobody wants a King that doesn’t listen to what the kingdom he’s guiding needs”
“I will try”
Seoul, present time
“Newspapers headlines are reporting that Mr Y/l/n, head of the Y/l/n clan, better known as His Majesty The King’s counsellor and old friend has been plotting treason over the past six years, he’s now held in custody in his-”
The voice of the news reporter gets cut off as Yoongi turns the television off when he heard a knocking on the door of the living room in his apartment inside the royal palace
“Your Royal Highness, His Majesty The King requires your presence in his office”
Says Yoongi’s secretary, soon after he’s walking towards The King’s office. Once he reaches the door to The King’s office Yoongi knocks on the door, he then enters as he hears his father’s voice telling him to enter.
“Father, you called?”
“Yes, Yoongi, please take a seat I need to discuss a couple of things with you”
Yoongi listens to his father attentively as he gestures for him to continue
“As you know, Y/n’s father is accused of something tremendous…”
“Yes, are there some developments?”
“Yeah, investigations are already closed, we wound out the real person behind that plotting and also found who has spread the rumour.”
“That’s good to hear”
“Yoongi, my dear son, I need to ask you to stay here with me since Y/n’s father is coming here, I have a proposition for both of you”
The King smiles at Yoongi as not long after Y/n’s father enters The King’s office, and Yoongi’s father and Y/n’s father share a brotherly hug, then Y/n’s father greets Yoongi as they all sit on the black armchairs around a coffee table.
“No need to be formal now, it’s just the three of us…”
Says the king, smiling while looking at his best friend and at Yoongi.
“Ryung, you said you have something to ask me, but why is your son here too?”
Yoongi studies his father’s face, trying to capture whatever idea got into his father’s mind as he summoned both him and Y/n’s father.
“Well, after this scandal and false accusation, our people aren’t on your side anymore Dong-jun, as they see all of the clan and family as some kind of traitors, I was thinking of showing that The Crown and the entire royal family are still supporting both you, your family and the clan”
“And.. how do you exactly plan on doing that Father?”
Yoongi looks at his father suspiciously, as he looks at his father’s happy and excited state.
“Good question my son, so…”
Yoongi’s father turns to look at him before speaking again
“You’re Thirty years old, Yoongi and, you’re the Crown Prince, the heir to the throne, as the days pass I get older and older…and I honestly would like to see you settle down and of course produce an heir yourself. So I thought, Y/n just came back after finishing her studies, you two used to get along pretty well since you two basically grew up together”
Yoongi shakes his head, knowing already where his father was trying to direct the conversation
“No. I won’t”
Yoongi says standing up, about to leave the room, as Y/n’s father joins Yoongi’s father
“Oh, that could be a great idea!”
“I said I won’t get involved in whatever thing you have in mind, Father. As far as it concerns me, she could’ve just stayed where she’s been staying for the past seven, years. I don’t care”
“You should care instead as the future king”
Yoongi’s father raises his voice slightly before he continues
“You two are going to get married. End of the story. It’s a royal order.”
Yoongi stares in disbelief at his father, clenching his teeth in annoyance as he shakes his head and storms off towards his car, he couldn’t believe that his father would impose on him his powers as a King and force him into marry the person he wanted to avoid the most on this planet.
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The Gem of Seven Crowns ( I )
Dark Royals
-> Poly OT7/Reader | Fantasy | Angst | Feels | Hard of Hearing Reader
Summary: The seven boys send out in invitation to the nearby village to join them for a royal ball. Reader rarely goes to these events because she has too much to do at home but Reader's friend drags them along anyway.
"Y/N look what just came from the castle itself! A letter and not just any letter but an invitation to a royal ball! The kingdom is finally hosting another ball after months of not interacting with the citizens of the village," Y/N friend squeals excitedly running into the barn where Y/N is brushing out some horses.
Y/N whose back is turned to her friend does not hear anything she says and continues to brush the horse and talk to it like she does all the animals. She always says even if the animals can't talk back they are listening to you. Why make it harder and make the animals aggravated when you can keep them calm and talk to them. Sure the village has been calling her the crazy girl but Y/N doesn't mind, half the time she can't even hear them.
When Y/n was born there were complications causing some lasting health problems. The most noticeable one was her hearing. Most times it wasn't too much of a problem but as she grew older it only became a burden. She would have to ask people to repeat themselves over and over again and she would fall behind in her studies. It got so bad at one point she was dismissed from her studies altogether. It was a very difficult thing to come to terms with. Her whole family shunned her after and when she was able she moved out from her family house.
Her friend who she lives with now was looking for someone to help with the animals her family owns. It required very little talking since she would be either in the barn or fields all day. She was quick to take the offer happy she had a rough under her head. Most times though she would fall asleep in the barn because she didn't want the animals to be alone. Y/N's friend's family has doubts but as long as the work was done she could sleep where she pleased.
"Y/N!" Y/N's friend shouts stomping on the ground trying to get Y/N's attention.
The horse that was currently getting brushed reels in fright catching the attention of Y/N finally. Y/N turns around to see her Unnie there with her arms crossed looking slightly annoyed. Ah, she must have been telling her something. Y/N turns back to calm the horse gently whispering to it and rubbing the bridge of his nose to settle him, the horse's sweet spot as she has found over the years. After the horse didn't look like it would buck or bolt Y/N returned him to his stale giving him an apple before turning back to her friend.
"Apolgizes Unnie I was brushing out Chestnut. Would you mind repeating what you said?' Y/N asks her cheeks red from embarrassment.
While her friend was more understanding of her disability there were still moments when Y/N saw the annoyance in her friend's eyes. She hated asking someone to repeat themselves as much as the other person had to repeat themselves maybe even more. Her friend looks at her for a second longer before breaking into a smile and walking over to her. This news was too big to be annoyed with her. There was much to do tonight to get ready for the ball.
"The seven Kings are hosting a royal ball again! After months of nothing finally they open their gates again! I wonder why they are hosting a royal ball? Maybe they are looking for another suiter! Imagine marrying seven kings! You will be sore for days!" Y/N's friend squeals pretending to faint falling into a pile of hay balls for the horses.
Y/N can't help but chuckle at her friend and her playfulness helping her up and dusting off the loose straw from the hay. Y/N's friend holds Y/N's slightly smaller but rougher hands into her dainty but bigger hands giving her that look. The look of pulling Y/N into whatever scheme she had brewing in her head. No way would Y/N be going to a ball no less a royal ball. There was too much work to be done and besides... large crowds were not her thing. She rather curl up by the fire and read or talk to the animals at night with the barn doors open watching the sunset. She had all she needed right here why would she want to go to an overcrowded ball with a bunch of fake people who aren't even real.
"Not a chance Unnie I have too much work and you know mw with crowds. Besides I don't have a dress and I'm not taking yours. I will help you get ready but I'm not going," Y/N says knowing her friend would try and guilt her into going.
"Ugh Y/N you always say that when these things happen! why can't you get out of your comfort zone and live a little? My father has been keeping up with this barn for years before you came you can take a night off!" Y/N's friend whines stomping her foot very much like a child who isn't getting their way.
Y/N gives a sympathetic smile before taking her hands away and going back to her work. She still had to feed the sheep, rotate the chickens, and make sure the rest of the livestock were tucked in for the night. Not to mention making dinner for her friend's parents because they have been dying to try her rice soup. The only thing she could make good. The only thing she holds from her parents. Her mother taught her to make rice soup since they weren't very wealthy and only could afford so much.
"I think your dark blue dress with sparkles would be very pretty for tonight. I can help you with it after I'm done here if you like?" Y/N says after a while turning back to her friend who she doubted was still there.
She probably went into the house to beg her father to let Y/N go to the ball with her. She knew she would probably end up going but only to keep an eye on her friend and make sure she got home or to report a possible suiter that she found. They were both single and of age but Y/N had no desire to find someone. On the other hand, her friend was trying every eligible suitor in the village and neighboring villages at times. Y/N and her friend had very different views on life especially on romance it's a miracle they have lasted this long together without being at each other's throats or Y/N being kicked out.
"Lord help that girl," Y/N chuckles sweeping the floor of the barn and humming a tune under her breath once again absorbed into her work and the world around her fading out once again.
Besides what did she think would happen? Sure maybe someone would talk to her but once they figure out she is practically deaf they would run away, they all do. She understood, she wouldn't want that burden either.
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AO3 Recs
middle of my mind by wildlikeawolfpack [completed]
ot7, yoongi centric, dragons, prejudice, polyamorous panic, lowercase fic, old timey fantasy land, royals, lowkey ATLA au
yoongi is master of all the elements… and a dragon
#bts fanfic#bts fanfic recs#ot7#ot7 x ot7#polyam#royals#min yoongi#yoongi centric#fantasy au#magic#dragons#atla au#archive of our own#ao3#wildlikeawolfpack
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Unmei | OT7
bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader
02 - curse
☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate’ or ‘destiny’ in Japanese.
☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst.
☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️
☁️ author’s note: hello lovelies, author here! i'm so sorry for the delay, and i know i've already said i had a rough week,, but still forgive me ! <(qwq<) it's quite a short chapter and we're still introducing all the situation, but next chapter will be veery interesting >:3
☁️ chapter’s TW: mentions of death, blood, anxiety (guilt),
☁️ word count: 2,3k
☁️ taglist @shabbamadapot @jnghs @iriaachan;
! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.
"Do you think we will ever be able to fly?"
Taehyung looked away, turning his head to his right, focusing on you. It was a beautiful day, a few clouds coating the sky and the sun warming the skin: spring was just around the corner. You were both lying down on the grass covered in morning dew, heedless of your slightly damp clothes. Your parents had no knowledge of your whereabouts since you should have been at the castle while they were on a business trip.
His dark eyes seemed to reflect the sunlight - if not emit it.
His face relaxed, and one hand was open to mask the sun to be able to look at you entirely; he gazed at you as one does with sunsets. Every time you spoke, a smile came to light on his lips, something that you hardly noticed since you were constantly lost in your thoughts, in your endless speeches that he - in fact - adored. He would listen to you talk for hours.
"We have conquered the seas, the oceans... Do you think we will never conquer the skies?"
You contemplated for a few moments, gazing at the blue vastness above you; your smallness was considerable compared to everything up there, but you still couldn't look away although frightening it was, feeling so insignificant.
"I really envy birds. They can do whatever they want. If they need to escape, they can..."
"You shouldn't." The man at your side breathed softly, still intent on analysing every detail of your face. "If you lock them in a cage, they become powerless and can do nothing. Whereas you, Y/N, you can change your fate."
Your gaze abruptly saddened, and you bit the inside of your cheek as if to mask that sign of weakness. Unlike Taehyung, you were certain that your fate would never change, and that you would forever be shackled by your status.
"Maybe you're right." You lied, knowing that - in his heart - Taehyung felt the same way.
Things happen for a reason. Or, that's what you're supposed to think when life kicks you in the stomach - luckily, you were never an hopeless optimistic, you always decided to face life, and strike harder.
A few weeks had already passed since your father's assassination and, although the King's guards had searched for the culprit, every attempt of finding them had been unsuccessful. To keep people quiet, and to avoid unnecessary riots, they had decided to hang an innocent for his death.
You had been forced to watch the hanging - being the only heir to the throne - and it was you who had given the verdict to the victim.
Yes, you considered that man a victim, since he had done nothing wrong and was tortured to confess a crime he hadn't committed. Nevertheless, you were used to the tapestry of lies woven by the royalty to prevent any type of repercussions.
He had begged you to let him live, but you could not stop reading the sentence imposed to him. It was your duty afterall, wasn't it? You had to fulfil it, no matter the consequences.
Call their bluff. Say something now, spare his life.
"I therefore sentence you to death by hanging for the conspiracy and murder of the King."
You affirmed desperately attempting to sound convinced of the words pouring out of your mouth. You never even managed to look at him in the eye as you falsely accused him, letting his fate come to such an abrupt end.
"Please, I beg you, Princess. Your soul is still pure, do not dirt your hands with blood."
Although his hands were chained, the man threw himself at your feet, bowing until his nose touched the ground.
"Stop this injustice, in the name of His Highness, your Father."
You swallowed the knot that formed in your throat, frowning and shifting your gaze, unable to look at him.
"Please, no! No, don't do this to me, Princess!"
Two guards had grabbed him by the forearms, beginning to drag him towards what would be his end. You had decided to look away.
"This decision of yours will have consequences, Y/N. May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you."
A sense of uneasiness held you rigid, as a heavy weight had placed down on you. You felt crawls all over your body, prickling at your skin.
He's just a man, he said those things out of fear. You tried to reassure yourself as you beginned to walk away, steps getting faster by the second.
The moment you turned away, letting the man be taken by the guards, you met Taehyung's gaze; his jaw was clenched, and you realized he was restraining himself from unsheathing the sword and save that man. However, he could never do so without endangering you. He - as a royal guard - could not have questioned the Queen's decisions, for that he would have cast doubt on your reputation too.
He made sure you didn't notice his eyes locked on you. He didn't want you to carry another burden on your shoulders - not at that moment. He perfectly knew that you felt like you had failed him.
You walked up the steps to the balcony on which were placed the ceremonial seats used by the royal family for centuries to attend celebrations or, in this case, executions. They faced exactly the wide earthen courtyard, on which the scaffold had been placed: you almost collapsed in your chair so much your legs were shaking.
You sat next to your mother, who kept her gaze straight at the patibulum without ever looking at you. She had said that - seeing your face - reminded her of her husband and that your presence made her nauseous.
"I'm surprised you managed not to stutter."
Her tone was harsh, just as it had always been. You had no fond memories of your mother, all you reminisced was the way she belittled everything you did.
The only time you had seen her differently, was when she had learned about your father's death. You always thought that you and her were as different as you were incompatible. You believed you had greater sensitivity… But of the two, you were the one who hadn't shed a single tear.
Your mind was as if barricaded in the illusion that nothing had truly happened. You couldn't know it yet, but that apparent good fortune would reveal itself as a double-edged sword sooner than you thought.
Your mother hadn't apologised to you for what she had said - you couldn't even understand what she was feeling. The man she had married, the man she loved more than her own life, was gone forever without even saying goodbye.
Now, she was doing the same thing to that innocent's man life. Ironic, wasn't it?
"That man is innocent." You replied monotonously with your eyes locked on the marble floor. You didn't dare raise your head, fearing to see that man getting murdered in front of you, fearing to see those eyes again.
You heard the crowd cheering and clapping, and you immediately knew.
"Was." She corrected you like she was speaking to a child, "No one cares, as long as our interest is satisfied. You too should think this way, to be at least an ounce of what your Father has been."
One thing you loved was to hide in the greenhouse, located only a few steps away from the main garden. The structure had existed for several years, and was now completely abandoned. Ivy had now completely covered the large windows, allowing light to enter only through the ceiling.
The warm rays of sunlight shyly caressed the plants. Nevertheless, the most distinctive thing about that place was the presence of a nest of doves. By now, the greenhouse had become their home, and you were nothing a frequent guest.
You were crouched down so that your knees were touching your chest, and you were pouring water into the soil - a small sprout was starting to grow. You were looking at its light yellow shades, that made you wonder if it would ever change colour - it was so delicate, making you feel desperate to protect it.
As you carefully caressed the leaves, you watched your hands. You blinked multiple times rubbing your eyes, feeling like something had gotten in one of them; as your sight recovered, and the blurriness disappeared, you watched your hands again - now, you froze.
Your hands were trembling, palms right in front of you, as you saw blood covering them. You started breathing unsteadily until a hand rested on your shoulder.
You were about to shriek, yet when you turned around your heart seemed to relax and beat normally again.
Taehyung slightly bent his head to the side, watching you with a questioning look on his face, frowning. You, on the other hand, brought a hand to your chest, letting out a relieved sigh.
"Please don't do that again. I didn't hear you coming."
"Actually, I called out to you several times." He now began to shout your name as if to show what he had done to get your attention, so you shoved him slightly.
"Oh, stop it." You giggled, and his smile grew.
The dark-haired man looked around several times, eyes scanning every detail of the place to make sure there was no one there. As soon as he made sure you were completely alone, he quickly placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"How are you feeling, love?"
Being in his company always made you nervous, because it wasn't often that you were alone and - above all - Taehyung was the most unpredictable person you knew.
The longer he kept his gaze on you, the more you felt yourself consumed like wax exposed to the heat of a match.
You knew very well that, at this point, he wanted you to be honest with him: he still didn't know about Jimin and what you had been told about the wedding, let alone mentioned what the man accused of your father's murder had told you a few days earlier.
You lied to Taehyung, and it wasn't because you didn't trust him, but the reason was very simple: you didn't want to make his life more complicated than it already was. Knowing you, you thought, was the greatest of all his problems.
"I am fine, the flowers are blooming."
It was a half-truth - or a half-lie, but you were really enthusiastic for Spring to arrive. When the flowers blossomed, you finally perceived the colours of the world.
The man before you, however, did not seem entirely satisfied with the answer, as his mouth twisted slightly.
"You know that's not what I'm referring to, Y/N."
His voice was calm, but his expression was stern.
"I really don't know what you are trying to tell me, Tae. I am fine, I am recovering."
"Y/N, your father was murdered and a few days ago you witnessed the death of a man, you are not recovering."
He had a point, anyone in the same situation as you would have thrown themselves to the ground, pulled out their hair, and cried endlessly. But despite experiencing pain and an incredible sense of guilt, somehow you were incapable of externalizing it.
Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that man's face, all you did was dream about him at night. He repeated the same sentence, while his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you.
"It's all my fault, I could have saved him, I-"
"What could you have done, Y/N? Turn against your mother and the Kingdom? He was only a man, nothing more."
"He wasn't just a man!" You replied, raising your tone as if to defend the man you too had failed. "He was an innocent man, he had a family, Taehyung!"
"Y/N, I understand."
"No, you don't! I let my father's death and the wedding cloud my judgement…"
You realised it almost as quickly as he did. Your eyes widened in sheer panic and before you could even think about it, one of your hands went to cover your mouth - but it was too late.
"What are you talking about? What wedding?"
You remained silent as Taehyung began to run a hand over his face, stroking his skin until it almost reddened.
"Answer me, which marriage are you talking about, Y/N."
Betrayal can stab you in the back any time; it can take your breath away.
But you were witnessing it in the eyes of the one you loved, and you only had yourself to blame.
"Tae, I am so sorry, I…" You stuttered unable to form a proper sentence.
"Allow me to interfere."
All at once, both you and Taehyung turned towards the voice breaking in seemingly out of nowhere.
"What this sweet princess is trying to explain to you is that she will be marrying me."
Taehyung glared at the newly-introduced figure with hostility, pure, undiluted anger stirred within him.
"And who the fuck are you?" He hissed between gritted teeth.
The stranger took a few steps forward, and it was then that a few streams of light lit up his face. He looked much younger, but his figure was well formed and muscular. As soon as his chocolate-brown eyes rested on you, he smiled, showing bunny-like teeth.
"Jeon Jungkook, delighted to make your acquaintance."
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