Whispers Unheard; a #taekook#taekookau
Taehyung's mother blows the candle out, making Taehyung flinch. "It is me, I am just blowing the candle out so you can sleep."
He gives a meek nod, "could you part the curtains to let the moonlight in? I want to see the moon."
She does so while giving him a meaningful look and whispers, "pray to her. She will listen to you when no one else does."
Taehyung glances at her, blinks, "pray what to her?"
She sits beside him, her hanbok rustling softly as the moonlight filters across her face, giving her a
She brushes his hair strands away from his face, "for your marriage. Your appa is not doing well and you refused to become a warrior to become scholar- if something happens to your appa, we cannot live with the little coins you earn, Taehyung."
away, his eyes stinging at the reminder of the cost of chasing his dreams, "I will pray, I will pray to her to take me so far away that you never have to worry about me again." His words come out harsher than he intends, making his mother shake her head in disapproval.
"I just wish for the best of you. I wish you were a better son to us but since you are not, I am going to bless you so that you are at least a better person for yourself."
Taehyung just looks away stubbornly, catches the moon shining at him and clasps his hands together. Letting
out a prayer. A prayer of being far, far away from here.
Anywhere but here where only despair and blames lay.
A year passes by and his father's health deteriorates, they manage to marry his younger sister off to a merchant who lives in the village beside. Only him, his
brother and their parents remained afterwards.
His brother decides to join the King's warriors troop and soon leaves him with their parents to train. Taehyung is reluctant because he knows what being a warrior means, knows the sacrifices that come with it but he has
no say in it over the chortle of his mother excitement.
The taunts increased after that. It became unbearable but Taehyung remained. Unmarried and useless, in his mother's eyes.
From praying to the moon once a week, he started praying to her every night, down on his knees
begging her to take him away, far far away but to no avail as another year passed by.
By then, the coins almost stopped coming. His brother could not send any back home either because his wage was very less, not even enough for him to survive.
Taehyung's mother grows
more desperate, trying to push Taehyung out of their house all the time as if Taehyung was sucking all their wealth in, leaving them starving.
Taehyung had started crying to the moon by then, every night until the unthinkable happens.
His mother agrees to sell him off.
To the newly throned Kings harem as one of his concubines.
His mother committed a sin by doing so and he feels so numb that he does not complain, just gets on to packing his small amount of belongings.
That night is the first night he had stopped praying to the moon. Finally.
King Jeon Jungkook had become the King after his father, the previous king, was kil!ed in an assassination. Taehyung has heard rumours about the then crown prince just like their whole kingdom had; that Jeon Jungkook was even a bigger tyrant than his dead father.
Everyone had feared him taking over to the point that some had rioted.
They were silenced and after that, nobody dared to make a sound against him. Taehyung was terrified to know he would be one of his concubine- he thinks even being one of his general's concubine would be
far better than Jeon Jungkook's.
But it was engraved in his fate. The harem was full of women and men, beautiful people who were sold to the King
Night passes. There is no whisper of the young King.
Until almost a month later, the King comes down to the harem. It is almost like a feverish dream to him when he sees the young King for the first time, wearing the royal hanbok.
The first thing he noticed was how regal the king looked, how powerful he looked.
And next thing was, how handsome he was. So breathtakingly handsome.
When his eyes met his, his heart had stuttered in his chest.
Jungkook had stopped dead in his tracks too. Time seemed to stop as they stared at each other.
But then, the King looked away and chose the woman standing beside him to spend the night.
It went on like that. The king choosing someone who was not him every other night, as
if, as if he was repelled by him in some kind of way.
It secluded Taehyung more. In his family, he was the unwanted one, the one who was sold to a /harem/, in this harem, he was also the unwanted one the King did not want anything to do even though he is forced to give his
all to him.
The moon was cruel, oh so cruel. The pain in his heart increased hour by hour, increased as the nights grew longer. The others ignored him like a plague because he was what the "cultured" swine- the only educated one between them, the one who supposedly looked down
on them just because he had thrown a ruckus when he first came into the harem- angry at his mother, at his fate, he had took the anger out on everyone there using slurs.
They had shouted back but he was the black sheep amongst them, because he was not /willing/.
He was better off this way he decides because this way he would get to maintain his purity, his sanity and keep himself intact.
But as soon as he wished that, when the King had come down to the harem that night, he chose him.
And Taehyung being Taehyung, spat at him.
Stunning the King, stunning the guards, stunning all the other concubines, before he created a massive ruckus that has everyone pulling him in anger.
The king is shocked as he stands frozen.
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But when the King gets out of his shock, he still points at Taehyung. Taehyung’s heart grips in fear but he doesn’t show it- dea*h was better than being the King’s concubine really. “Send him to me tonight,” Jungkook snarls as he turns around to leave a hallway of
people stunned to silence including Taehyung. The head of the harem lets out a breath, “I guess our King thought of another punishment for you.”
Some of the harem guards talk as they guide all the concubines inside again, “I really thought he was going to have his head.”
“His highness would not let such a beauty go.”
Taehyung feels sick to his stomach as another snorts, “he is a feisty one, perfect for his highness to tame.”
Was he now? He feels like he is going to let lose everything inside his stomach then but he holds back, thinking he
will do so when the King comes at him that night. He would not let the King touch him no matter what- he would rather die before he did.
As the night comes, the maids dress him up as he stands stiffly. He was going to bring hell to the alpha.
Soon, he is been guided to
the King’s room.
He has his stormy gaze down as the door closes behind him. The room is silent as the fire cackles loudly in the corner. He gingerly steps in and looks for the King, when he does not find him, he sighs out softly.
He does not know what is going to happen to him tonight but he feels queasy all the same, feels the fear, the anxiety from it all. All of a sudden, the door behind opens and he could feel the anger radiating from the King like he feels the fire’s warmth from his position.
The King walks up behind him. Taehyung closes his eyes as if in pain when he feels him breathing on his neck, exposed and clean all for the King. He gathers up the courage, when he feels his fear turning to anger, he whirls around to hold the little blade against the King’s
throat but the King is faster as he holds his wrist roughly in his hand, a condescending smirk on his face, “I could smell that metal off of you.” He says menacingly.
Taehyung shakes, feels tears stinging his eyes as frustration and fear blinds him.
He meets his eyes, sees the mirth in them, thinks how unfair everything is. He just wanted to be a scholar, just wanted to live a peaceful life, but he ends up here, in such a shameful position just to entertain the King?
The King seems to pause as he looks at him, looks at the
way Taehyung looks so pained with angry tears streaming down his eyes as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly as if he was trying to block the world, block Jungkook.
His hold on his wrist goes lax. It seemed only the hold on his wrist was keeping him standing because as soon
as Jungkook lets him go, Taehyung falls, his knees giving up completely. He sobs with the King standing in front of him in all his glory as he almost writhes on the carpeted floor.
“Please,” Taehyung begs, “please do not touch me. It- It is the only reason I have for living,
my purity. They- they took everything away from- took my freedom, took my dreams, took my will to live, please do not-”
Jungkook kneels down till he is as close to the other as he could be without scaring him more. “King’s are known to serve justice, concubine,” Jungkook says
His gaze never strays away from the omega who is shaking. He watches silently, expressionlessly, as the sobs dissolve to hiccups before Taehyung is speaking again, looking at him from the floor with fierce, tearful
eyes, “when the moon goddess could not serve me any justice what would a mere human like you do, my King?”
Jungkook grips Taehyung's shoulder strongly as he pulls him to sit up, “I have never believed in the moon goddess. She is not meant to be prayed to by a person like me,” he
says sardonically as a small, barely there smirk comes on his face, as if he is mocking the moon goddess.
Taehyung blinks, shivers at the thought, "are you not scared that she will take everything away from you otherwise?"
Jungkook takes a step away from him, “You prayed,
concubine, what good did that do you?” Jungkook asks with an arch of his brow. It makes Taehyung go silent as his hiccups subside too, seeing the King stepping away from him.
“You will not,” Taehyung pauses, gulps as more tears spring up in his eyes, “you will not take me?”
Jungkook’s eyes darken as his jaw ticks, “you do not dare put me on the same level as the ones who ruined you. You do not dare put your King against fuxkers I punish, concubine, do you understand?”
Taehyung nods, meekly, looking down because he does not think he can handle
the intensity the King is looking down at him with without crying again.
The King walks towards him and Taehyung’s heartbeat picks up. Jungkook tilts his head towards his face with his index finger, a heavy ring with the Jeon insignia shining on it from the fire light, “Nobody
will take anything away from you anymore, understand? I will make sure of it as long as you are living in my harem. You are my responsibility and I will be damned if I let anyone ruin a flower like you, concubine.”
With that the King leaves, leaving behind the thick scent of the expensive musk he wears in his wake, leaves Taehyung shivering before he falls back down on the floor as the adrenaline of it all passes through him.
The others do not ask him anything when he comes back in the morning the next day, but he could see all of them stealing angry glances at him throughout the next day. Some of them push past him as if they do not see him, some of them ignore him like he is not there,
so he spends his day lying down in the mattress he is given, pulling the sheer curtains around him so no one disturbs him.
When the night comes, everyone waits for the King to call upon one of them for the night- if he wanted to that is, they would never know. It is almost
midnight when one of the harem guard comes running inside- startling everyone as he looks around for the head of the harem, “the King is calling for Taehyung.”
It surprises him. It shocks everyone as the conversation all around dies down for everyone to stare at him as if he
committed a sin. Then he realizes, the King has never called upon anyone from this harem a second time. He blinks as the head’s eyes widen. She turns to look at him, “but he is not ready! Quick, maids, get him ready-”
Everyone falls into a frenzy.
Taehyung gulps as he enters the same room as yesterday night again. This time he does not feel the same gripping fear as yesterday but the fear is there still.
It has been there since he was sold by his own mother. He waits, standing still. Then just like yesterday, the King
comes in, smelling the same way he did, looking at him the same way but this time he does not bother to wait as he goes and takes a sit on the plush sofa beside the bed.
Then the King looks at him.
"surprised?" He asks with an arch of his brow. Taehyung does not say anything but the King takes his silence as an answer.
He sighs, "who are the ones who did you wrong? I tried to find out, but they just told me they brought you from the village- the buyer," the king winces,
Taehyung does not notice as he keeps his head down resolutely. "Is not the one they say because you have been brought with permission, he says."
Taehyung blinks, his heartbeat slowing, "you, you asked for me?"
"Justice is justice, concubine", Jungkook says
"and I do not go back on my words. You begged to me, I shall give you what you want. So, who did you wrong?"
He whispers, stutters, "m-my mother but p-please do not do anything to her! She did me wrong but I did her wrong too, I did not become the warrior she wanted me to be."
Jungkook watches him, his gaze not straying from his face, knowing how distracting Taehyung's body could be. His face in itself was no less distracting.
Honeyed, red lipped, sharp featured, too gorgeous to only be a concubine in his harem.
"then what do you want?"
Taehyung raises his head, meets Jungkook's eyes, he tears up, "I cannot have my freedom, can I?"
Jungkook tilts his head, "what will you do with freedom if your own mother let you go? Where will you go?"
Taehyung gives him a bitter smile, bites his lips as a lone tears falls past his cheeks, "I guess nowhere but to you my King, my life is now tied down to your feet. There is nothing I want from you. There is nothing you can do."
Jungkook remains impassive as he keeps his gaze
steady on him. "Is that what you want? Nothing?"
Taehyung nods, steeling his nerves so he does not break down a second time in front of the same man, "yes. You have done enough by sparing me last night."
Jungkook nods finally. "If that is what you want."
Taehyung bows his head, till he is bent fully. "I will forever be in your debt."
"You said," Jungkook begins, "that you did not want to be a warrior, what is it that you wanted to be? What were your dreams?"
Taehyung closes his eyes. "I just wanted to be a simple scholar.
That was my dream."
Jungkook hums, "very well then, concubine. Stay. I will take my leave."
The next morning, Taehyung wakes up to a maid nudging him. He blinks as he gets up from the bed in the room he met Jungkook in, "what is it? I was going to come down in a bit."
She shaked her head, "it is not that, Taehyung-ssi. His highness has asked for your presence in his study for the afternoon. Yun-ssi sent me to get you ready."
When he registers the words, he blinks and then blinks again, "are you sure the King asked for me?"
The maid blushes
as she nods, "you have bewitched our young highness with your beauty Taehyung-ssi. This is the third time in a week. He might just make you the royal concubine." She almost squeals.
Taehyung feels faint as he nods slowly. "I think- I think I want to wear a green hanbok today."
She nods dutifully.
He does wear a bottle green hanbok today as he is guided to the King's personal study in the afternoon after the royal court ends. Taehyung enters the study in shaky feet. Jungkook is there, reading something with a golden quill in his hand.
The King looks up as he bows deep and nods at him to look behind.
Taehyung gasps when he sees the amount of books in huge shelves all over. "You wanted to be a scholar, concubine? I am assuming you know how to read?"
Taehyung nods hastily as he turns to look at the King.
Jungkook gestures at the books, "you can go ahead and read whatever the hell you want while everyone else thinks I am fuxking you deal?"
Taehyung goes to nod but he hesitates, "why? Why are you doing all these for me?"
Jungkook watches him, looks at his earnest face, follows the way his delicate lashes fall on his cheeks with every blink of his eyes, "because you are a flower and I want you to bloom beautiful, like you are supposed to, not wither out because of the circumstances."
Taehyung casts his head down as he bows again- a part of him does not believe the King but a bigger part of him wants to, so desperately as if the reason for him to live depended on the King's truth, just like the way his life was tied to his feet.
Another part of him says the King is only doing this to rid him of his boundaries so he could take him, so he could use him, so he could punish him for what he did- he did humiliate him in front of everyone.
He wants to beg the King again to not let this be a dream he
would wake up from especially because the nightmare would be the King using him, his feelings and tethering being and ruining him more as a punishment for spitting on him in front of everyone.
Jungkook looks away to look down at his work.
Taehyung wants to be careful but he knows with how weak he is now with all his defenses lost and anger useless, it is only a wish to hold on to.
He is shaking a bit as he takes one of those books in his hand. Taehyung sits on the carpet underneath the place he took the book
from and bunches himself as if he is trying to make himself inconspicuous so it does not bother the King enough to throw him out of there.
Days like those become a weekly thing and as Taehyung hides between those book, tension in the harem increases.
Tags: VIOLENCE, main character injury, love
“If it is not the infamous concubine, Taehyung,” one of them says as he walks in to sleep one night, weeks later. Taehyung rolls his eyes as he just goes to sit on his bed but he is yanked out against the wall as she grabs his wrist, other girls and boys crowding
around them to hold him too. “When I address you, you listen to me,” she says threateningly.
He glares at her, “and why is that? You are not a royal nor are you the head.”
She narrows her eyes, “you dare speak back to me?” She leans against him, “you think you are a special
little thing just because the King fuxks you one single time every week? News flash-”
Taehyung tries to push her but other hold back, he snarls, “I do consider myself special because I am the only one the King fuxks, not you brats-”
“SHUT UP!” she screams as her eyes darken. Taehyung tries to spit at her but a boy holds his face tightly, “you-”
“I will show you,” she grunts menacingly, “I will fuxking show you,” she brings out a small knife- much like the one Taehyung wanted to use on the King- and
inches it near Taehyung. Taehyung’s eyes widen as they sting with tears.
He starts to shake his head violently but she only smirks as she cuts across his cheek and just when she goes to plunge it deeper- there is a shout, the head is here.
“Just what are you doing Mina?! Get away from him, get away from him all of you.”
Taehyung does not see anything nor does he hear anything after that as everyone scatters, their are guards, the heads screaming, threatening them, she punishes them with more dining duty and then
everyone clears out. He is given a cotton ball soaked in medicinal herbs that does little to help the sting. Taehyung cries himself to sleep that night, feeling numb and alone, so alone.
“We cannot send him to the King with that cut,” the head says, “inform his highness
that he is ill and we do not want to contaminate his highness so it would be better if he rests today.”
And of course Mina would try to ruin his face that night before that day he is supposed to go to the King, she would know, all of them new. He looks away, he wants to
cry- cry at the unbidden ache he feels- he does not know why, maybe because he got used to spending time with the King quietly given the many weeks, maybe because he missed those books- he does not really want to name it.
Mina is cackling with glee just a few feet from him
and he could only feel anger- an anger he cannot act on given that he has nothing on him to protect himself.
It is sometime later the guards are announcing the King into the harem. Taehyung’s eyes widen as he hurries to hide his face underneath a scarf- he does
not want the King to see him this way-the King has seen him be weak many times already- Jungkook should not see him this way. He hides behind all the others that push to go stand at the forefront.
They all bow collectively when Jungkook enters.
Jungkook stands at the front, looking over all their faces. Taehyung’s heart is beating so loudly in his chest, he hopes no one else hears given the silence.
“Your highness, the one you sent for-” Jungkook raises his hand, cutting the head off as his eyes search for
something, or someone. He looks pristine with his jaw locked, eyes the usual menacing and dark. “Is he that ill that he cannot come out to greet the King?” Jungkook’s voice is cold, colder than Taehyung has ever heard, it makes many shiver, it makes him wince.
She stutters, “no-no, your highness, I-I will call him out for you,” she looks at one of the guards, “bring him out!”
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, feels more humiliation set in at the prospect of Jungkook seeing him like this again-he has seen him cry, seen him make a mess
and yet he knew he was beautiful enough for the king to call him a flower. Now with the cut, Taehyung does not want to think till which level he would fall in Jungkook’s eyes.
The guard goes to go behind, pausing when he sees him, “come forth Taehyung, the King is calling you.”
He nods shakily as he goes forward. Jungkook's eyes are on him in an instant but he has his head ducked enough for the King to not see.
"Taehyung," Jungkook calls out, his voice rid of any tone, "you are supposed to come as soon as I call you, no? Even if you are ill, nobody
Taehyung winces, "i-its just," he fakes a cough that he knows Jungkook gets to as the King narrows his eyes at him ever so slightly, "I did not want you to get ill from me-"
"look at me when you are talking to me," Jungkook seethes as he tilts his face up
only to still when he sees the deep cut on his cheek, he grips his face with that hand so Taehyung does not get to move his face away, "where did you get that from?" His voice is stone at this point, Taehyung feels fear.
So does all the other, as the head stutters to answer for him, "he- it is just-"
Jungkook narrows his eyes, as if he already knows what must have happened, he looks at the others, "who did this to him?"
Some of them gasp because how did the King know? Some of them flinch.
But none of them speak up. Jungkook's eyes harden, "Yun," he calls the head, "Send whoever did this to Taehyung to the dungeon, I will deal with them later. I will take Taehyung with me and," he pauses, looking at the concubines, "if any of you ever /dares/ to touch even a strand
of his hair, you are going to face my wrath," His voice is very calm, very collected but his eyes, his eyes look dangerous as he speaks, like he would ruin anyone who does anything to Taehyung.
Taehyung is just watching him with surprise at the King once again, questions
ringing in his mind. The king pulls him and he goes without any resistance as they both get out of their. They keep on walking till they are in that room Taehyung always visits him in- Taehyung's safe haven now, hell, his heaven now with him still being angry at the
moon goddess, with him giving that title to the King instead.
Jungkook releases him as soon as they are their and rounds on him to cup his cheeks, gently this time. His eyes are stormy as he asks, "when did this happen?"
Before he can speak, the King says, "it still looks
fresh so yesterday? Did you apply anything to it?"
Taehyung is just watching him with his eyes wide, "why are you doing this?" Jungkook goes to speak but he shakes his head, "do not say it is because I am a flower and I need to be protected, please, I spat at you the first time
you chose me, you have no reason to act like this with me. That behavior itself would show how much of a not flower I am, my King, but still why? Why do you keep doing this?"
The King's gaze on him never wavers as they just stare at each other and it looks like Jungkook is
reading his soul. It makes Taehyung's inside waver but he does not move his gaze away because he has already put Jungkook on a pedestal.
The King's eyes are stormy, "it is because we are the exact opposites. I am the devil, you are the god. A god I want to worship because
of his beauty," he pauses, gently brushes the hair from Taehyung's eyes, trailing his fingers on his cheeks, making him shiver involuntarily, "of how pure your soul is, how kind you are, how living you are despite going through so much."
The King puts his hands on his chest- right above his heart to feel how fast it is beating, "you live with passion, something I have forgotten. I am the devil Taehyung, no man kil!s their own mother and father off-"
Taehyung shakes his head and puts his hand over the King's
lip's, "you only kil!ed them to save yourself-"
"Then why did you not kil! your mother off to save yourself?" Jungkook replies back sharply. Taehyung's eyes tear up at how de*d the fierce King looks then. In the weeks he has known the King, he has only seen him look gentle,
fierce, angry, concentrated, never this feeling. Taehyung shakes his head, "because I am a coward, because I do not have enough-"
"You are not, you could have asked me to do it but you did not, you," Jungkook takes a shaky breathe in, "you are just full of...love," he says the
word as if it is completely foreign to him and it is, Taehyung knows. Taehyung has heard. The King has never talked to him about his life but they had that understanding in them about each other because Taehyung did and because Taehyung heard about the King.
He has heard about the torture, the starving, all the conspiracies against him- he was after all the illegitimate son of the former King. His mother was a princess from another land who took all her budding anger out on Jungkook.
Taehyung has heard about the murd*rs Jungkook had to commit to get here. And the King was two years younger than him.
"No," Taehyung shakes his head, "my mother sold me off, she did me wrong but she did not leave me to get beaten up, to be starved, to be poisoned. If anything,
you are the one who has been wronged by love- which is why it is unbelievable to me, why you treat me like this?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "this is not love, Taehyung. This is me trying to do a right to erase all my wrongs from my mind."
Taehyung is speechless after that, too stunned to even let out loud breaths. His breathe gets shakier as
Jungkook irks an eyebrow and stays silent for sometime. he raises his hand to touch the mark again, "Let me avenge for you, concubine."
Taehyung nods, "you are the King, my King, who am I to determine anything?"
Jungkook nods and let's go of him. He does not look back as he leaves the place. Taehyung just feels numb because at one side he feels like he is being toyed with and the other side is just overwhelmed
with everything the King is doing.
"Get up,"the head of the harem says, he blinks the sleep away as he hazily gets up, "miss?"
"You have been made the royal concubine so you shall be moved to your separate chamber a floor above."
He does not register but when he does, his
eyes widen unbelievably. "W-what-"
She is stern as she glances at him with hard eyes, "do not lose your position ever, do not get in the King's bad side- do whatever you have been doing successfully because if you lose the King's safety blanket, them above are going to
eat you alive. You are still under me- but you are now under their eyes too. The first royal concubine of the golden era's Jeon dynasty, you have too many reasons to be hated on. So do not be as clumsy- be vigilant. Now go."
He looks away as he hurries to get up, the maids have
already transferred all his measly things up and he is rushed through to the upper floor- the other concubines are glaring at him as he goes. Mina is missing- he does not know what happened to her.
He is a step closer to the King but still so far away.
He feels lonelier as he is left in his own way smaller chamber than the one visits with the King. Taehyung sighs.
"The king will visit you here if he wants to,"the head of the floor says, "and that," he comes near him till he is only a foot away from him, "should remain
between these four walls, hmm?"
He nods shakily. Taehyung does not understand what was with all of them warning him as if his life was on the line then, he does not understand until two nights later when he wakes up to see a man standing in the shadows in his room.
He scutters away from the edge, wide eyed, his heart is beating very fast now, "wh-who is it?"
The man comes forward, then lights a candle and his face looks downright menacing from the point with this dark glint in his eyes, "heard you are the King's favorite," the man whistles
as he comes near, "he made you the royal concubine after all."
Taehyung shakes as the man comes nearer and pulls the blankets closer to himself as if they would protect him, "I am not- I am no specia-"
There is a huge scar on the man's face from the tip of his nose to the side.
"are you not? You are the first commoner he has ever taken such an interest on. Did you know he used to only have royals only before? He burned the last harem off. But you...oh my darling, you," the man comes closer to sit on his bed, his eyes darkening.
hitches when he sees the glint of something sharp in the candlelight.
He gulps, "he has taken other concubines to b-bed, I- I-"
"You...", he trails of, then smirks, his teeth hinging out like fangs, "you were the last one no? For quiet a while?"
Taehyung stills, meeting his eyes, before he schools his fear into numbness, "yes I was," he does not stutter this time remembering the heads' words, remembering the way Jungkook treats him, "I am. What are you going to do about it? Harm me?"
He looks away to not give his pretense away, "I am sure you have seen what my King-"
"HE IS NOT YOUR KING," the man shouts all of a sudden, his cold hands pressing on Taehyungs neck tightly, suffocating him, "he is your highness, address him with respect-"
He smirks as his tries to pull the man's hand off of himself, "you-he allowed me to," he coughs, "-you have seen what my King has done right? You don't want to-"
"Shut up, my /King/ would never do that to me-"
Taehyung coughs more, feeling his insides flaring up from the lack
of air in his lungs, he tries to push him off- tires so hard- his eyes sting from the pain, he scratches at him, "l-leave, He is going to ki! you, he is going-"
The hands leave him only to push him away violently, "he would not hurt a prince, concubine, " the prince spats out.
Taehyung coughs as he takes huge gulps of air in, fear intensifying in his guts- this is what they meant about the higher ups- this is-
"I am going to kill! you next time unless you do as I say," he whispers, vehemently pulling him up to making him look at him.
"I do not see his mark on you just yet which means you can be disposed of so do something for the King to let you go back to where you were, hmm? We do not want the King to be distracted, would we? Especially when so many are after his throne," the prince throws him off
at that and leaves without looking back.
Maybe that is the night, a fire lights up in Taehyung's eyes, a fire that ignites his being to live, to fight till he is get's to change the King calling him a concubine to calling him his.
The next time he goes to see Jungkook, there is a new light in his eyes- something the King notices almost as soon as he meets his eyes. He arches his brow, "what is it, concubine?"
Taehyung kneels on the carpet, his head bowed, "I agree with all the reasons you have given me
but do you remember the time you asked me what I ask of you?"
Jungkook stands, "yes?" A pause, "what do you want?"
Taehyung shuts his eyes tightly, "for you to not call me a concubine anymore."
Jungkook does not say anything for the longest time. "Is it not what you are?"
Taehyung raises his head but does not meet his eyes, "you hate concubines, you hate them enough to burn the previous harem down, why must you put me there too?"
Jungkook's face remains the same as he says, "what if I hate you?"
Taehyung feels his heart crack at that, all those moments spent with the King, all those moments he has come to live for comes forth in front of his eyes, "you do?" He whispers.
Jungkook comes nearer to stand directly in front of him, looming over him, "would that affect you?"
Taehyung looks down again, "it would affect me so much that it would become my reason to live."
Jungkook shakes his head, getting exasperated, "you do not want me to be the reason to live, not when I am the fuxking devil, concubine-"
"Taehyung, it is Taehyung!" he shouts out.
Jungkook looks stunned with his eyes widened and instead of the fear, Taehyung feels a kind of satisfaction in him.
"It is Taehyung," he whispers out, "I have lost all semblance of life, my King, I cannot bear if you were to hate me too."
"And maybe I have become one of the strands in the golden web of your admirers, but I want, I want me to belong to you. I have been casted away for too long- by my mother, by the concubines, being in your comfort has made me selfish, my King." He says, his voice breaking.
Jungkook eyes look stormy now, "do you, do you love me conc- Taehyung?"
"I do not," he does not, "but I cannot deny that I see you as my everything, as my life, as my comfort- I do not have anyone else to see, only you because you have given me the safety, the
attention like no other and I am in love with those, so much that I am ready to give you everything you demand so I get to keep those attached to my otherwise useless name."
Jungkook stares at him, for the longest time, "I told you I would keep giving all that to you have I not?
What is it that you want?"
"Call me by my name, that is all I want." Taehyung begs. Jungkook gives a simple nod, "then that is what you will get."
Taehyung breaths out as Jungkook pulls him up gently to make him sit upright, his eyebrows furrowing when he sees his neck.
He touches the red finger marks. It makes Taehyung shiver like he always does when the King touches him as the King's eyes harden, "is it another from the concubine-"
He shakes his head, "I do not live there anymore. A p-prince came to my room a few nights ago."
He shakes his head, "I do not know, he was there-"
Jungkook pulls him up to stand on his his feet, he wobbles and the King holds him ever, his hold on him never faltering, "Can you point him out to me if I take you down there-"
Taehyung shakes his head, almost panicking, "no,
no, please, my King, he is one of your cousins. The whole Jeon kingdom will come after me-"
"I am the King," Jungkook says, his voice tightly, "I am the Jeon Kingdom, they cannot do sh*t to you-"
"Please, my King," he whispers, tightens his hold on Jungkook's arm, Jungkook
just stares, "he cannot just do this, a prince just cannot do this to the royal concubine-"
"Mark me," he says, stunning the King, "mark me please. He told me he is not allowed to touch me if I have your mark-"
"But we have not done anything like that. Ever," Jungkook says,
his voice sounding hesitant. Not anything like Taehyung has ever heard him speaking in.
Taehyung breaths out shakily, "It is okay. I want you to be my first, please," and my last but he does not get to say it out aloud for a long, long time.
"But there would be no going back," Jungkook speaks, his words measure, "Once I mark you, you are bound to me as per the court's rule, your life is mine. Kings do not mark up concubines- they tend to only mark up their King, or queen. Just like that, I would have to keep on
marking you because after this, if you are seen without it, you will be thrown into the fire." His voice gets grave.
Taehyung looks at him, gulps, "for you to right your wrong, how long till I am thrown out of here?"
Jungkook falters, watches him, "do you want a permenant
He shakes his head, "I do not. Can you mark me still? I will- I will let you take me if you do."
The King's eyes darken, "you dare offer something to the King of the Jeons?"
Taehyung schools his face to a fierce one, "I do, especially when the King is using
me to right his wrong, I do, do I not?"
Jungkook narrows his eyes, "you are becoming to prideful, concubine-" he presses his hand tightly on Taehyung's mouth to stop the other from talking, "I changed my mind, I will only call you something else when you deserve it. I give you
respect for your purity- for your innocence, for your pure heart- but do not try to put me down by offering your virginity like I am a classless King who is dying to take to fuxk you in exchange of something as mundane as a protection you already have."
Taehyung opens his mouth and closes it again, "you are being unfair, my King."
Jungkook's eyes flashes, "I-", his voice drops, "am being unfair? Concubine, you spat at me the first time we met-"
"That is not the first time we met," Taehyung says petulantly and quietly, too
quietly. It baffles Jungkook as the King's eyes widen comically, "then when did you meet?"
"M-my first day here, you came down to pick another for the night and our eyes met," He does not know why he feels hot all of a sudden, but he does, feels the blush high up in his cheeks.
The King has no shame- or does not realize as he huffs, "why are you getting red concubine? So I picked another for s*x-" Taehyung blushes harder, "-what is the big deal?"
Taehyung shakes his head vehemently, "n-nothing."
Jungkook narrows his eyes, "you will tell me what it is
right this instant." Taehyung scowls lightly, looking down still, "that was the night I got to know what s*x was, I panicked when I saw her going after you- thinking she was getting punished-"
It dawns on Jungkook then, "oh so you- oh," then he smirks, "what did you
- I have to go sleep for a few hours, my eyes are so heavy rn, will be back at around 5am EST, see you loves
- this book will not be that long( at least I really don't want it be) but let's seeee
If you want to support me:
reckon it was before?”
Taehyung pouts, “punishment, I thought we were there as maids or something-”
Jungkook snorts, Taehyung glares at the floor, “but then the real maid explained to me. I-”, his feels so overwhelmingly hot, “have never been so disgusted in my life.”
Jungkook shakes his head, sounding amused, “it is a fun thing though. Come to me sometimes, I will teach you.”
Taehyung wants to call the King an idiot so badly but he refrains as he raises his eyes just a bit to glare at him. He sobers up when he meets his eyes though, “I
didn't mean it that way, my King. I would never mean it that way. I meant it when I said my life is tied to you. It is my forever now, you determine my forever now. If you think there is anyway from here, there is none. If I go outside, where will I go? What use do I have, a
concubine cannot turn into a warrior, or a scholar- scholar needs a reputation to work one, mine has already been tarnished the moment I was sold off. I have to be here and in the weeks I have been here, getting to read parchments and books, I want to be here, under you now.”
He kneels again in front of the King, looking up desperately, “please, my King.” He tears up, “You do not have any idea how this works- I did not, not until, I was bled, I was strangled-”
Jungkook’s jaw ticks. “-they are after me, like, like feral /animals/ just because I am
the King’s favorite.”
The King’s eyes furrow at that, “that is supposed to save you because they are supposed to fear the King’s wrath.”
He shakes his head, “no, the more privilege you give me, the more chances of you to walk in on me m*rdered. There are seven tiers to reach
you, my King. Seven floors to reach you-”
Jungkook nods, he knows this, the whole castle politics are divided on to those parts in all royalties. “As a concubine, I was brought into the sixth one, as the royal concubine, I was brought into the fifth one. That was my last step,
I cannot get closer to you and everyone knows that and they want to keep the royal concubine chamber empty- which is why the will m*rder me, I need your mark for that. You do not have to give me any other forms of titles or chambers in the upper floors, your mark will
be enough to get me through and the fifth floor is the position I would not mind holding until you decide otherwise.”
The King looks stony as he looks down at him, “and a mark is all you need from getting kil!ed?”
He gives a series of nods, “all I need.”
Then Jungkook is nodding, “very well then, I”, he pauses to take a silver chain he is wearing from his neck and kneels down in front of Taehyung- making the concubine’s eyes widen in surprise before the King round his hands around his neck to put the chain
on him, Taehyung closes his eyes as he breathes out a shakily, feeling a drop in his lower stomach, he shakes ever so slightly as the King’s gentle touch electrifies him, “give you this, it is not a bite on your body- a bite is something I refuse to give unless you beg me for
it as a need of yours not a requirement but I am giving you this. It has the Jeon insignia on it and all the princes and princesses in the fifth level have seen me wear it, this should keep you safe.”
Taehyung nods as he feels his eyes prick, this King, this King will be the
end of him.
“There is a new girl in the harem, the King has taken a liking to her- she has been up there for two times,” Jimin sing songs- Jimin is a prince, one of Jungkook’s many third cousins and someone who Taehyung has found an actual soulmate in.
Taehyung pauses sewing to look at him, feeling something drop in him, “and-and why should that affect me?”
Jimin irks an eyebrow, “are you not scared someone might take your place as the royal concubine?”
He is, he is terrified. Because that would also mean he would be back
to square one- to being just a concubine and be rid of his chamber, his books and…getting to see the King.
But he does not say it as he looks down to resume, “it is the cycle of life,” he recites from a parchment he has read, “to be born alone, to be used, and to be
left to die alone. It is how life is. He is a King, a King I am glad has let me experience the feeling of belonging to this once in my life- it does not matter if the next step for me is to fade because technically my life has faded since I was sold.”
“Do not say that,” Jimin says, a bit angered, “the King is not the end to you-”
“Is it not?” Taehyung retorts, “you are a prince, you are betrothed to a King, you are getting married in a year, I am a concubine, where do I go after this?”
Jimin looks heartbroken- they have
been friends for a month now- it has been three months since Taehyung came here- “I will take you, I will take you with me as my advisor, or my maid, or my anything! I will take you with me.”
Taehyung feels his eyes sting, “you will get shamed for taking a concubine.”
“I do not care, my King will not care either.”
Taehyung closes his eyes before the tears could fall, “I will hold you to that then.”
Jimin hugs him sideways, “yes, I promise, I will not let you fade away, not you.”
He cannot read, the words are jumbling up as he keeps on stealing glances at the King who is bent over his own set of parchments. “Did you dream about me last night?” The King asks not looking up and startling Taehyung, “why have you been staring at me like that since you
Taehyung shakes his head as he looks down, “no-nothing-”
Sometime passes. When he raises his head to look at the King again, his eyes widen because the King is staring right back at him with raised eyebrows, “are you sure that is nothing, concubine?”
He blushes, “are you not busy, my King? You do not need to worry about a concubine like me.”
“I am glad you are so attuned to your title, concubine,” Jungkook rises from his seat and comes to stand in front of him, “but you are not to determine what I worry about, hmm?” He
clutches his jaw in his grip to make him meet his eyes- Taehyung as always shivers from the touch- “now tell me.”
He gets meek as he stutters, “I- I was- I was just wondering about how I am keeping you from making the concubine you really want from becoming the royal one.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes, “what are you talking about, which concubine?”
Taehyung cannot stop his face from souring nor can he keep the bitterness away from his tone as he speaks, “you do not need to deny, my King, everyone has heard about the concubine you have brought
It clicks in the King’s eyes as he lets his face go, “uh, it is just sex with her, Taehyung,” the king says warily, eyeing him, “I need to have s*x to lose tension from being the King.”
Taehyung bites his lower lip, it reddens and keeps the King’s gaze
on it steadfast, so much so that he misses what the concubine says, “-right?”
“Huh?” The King nods, as the concubine clears his throat, a blush riding on his honeyed, golden cheeks, “can you teach me that then?”
His mind blank, “teach you what?”
“To- to be intimate?” Taehyung
asks, and he looks so innocent that Jungkook gets the feeling he has gotten only once before- the first time he brought Taehyung up and watched him cry- inappropriate he knows but he did not care- the feeling of wanting to wreck him to bring tears on his eyes overwhelming the
King, “you want me to teach you how to have s*x?”
Taehyung looks away, mortified as he hides his face in his hand, “you did not have to say it like that.”
Jungkook watches him, “how else was I supposed to say it?” Then he eyes him. “You want it?”
Taehyung matches his eyes, “I do, I need it.”
The King gives a nod before he brings him closer to himself with a steady grip on his wrist, watching his eyes for any doubt. He brings him closer before putting his hands on his waist, pulling him closer till their chests touch.
Jungkook ducks his face- his eyes cautiously watching the other as Taehyung breathlessly closes his eyes before he presses his lips against the concubine’s neck, parts and keeps on pressing kisses along the whole length before he nuzzles against his neck, breathing in
the enticing scent of jasmine.
He closes his eyes, revels on the slight warmth, the scent, the smoothness of the honeyed skin. He pokes his tongue out to lick him there, bites him- causing Taehyung to flinch ever so slightly, letting out the prettiest of whimpers as he
hardly grips the King’s biceps using a hand, the other gripping the alpha’s shoulder. But he does not move away, only exposes his neck more for the King to ravish.
The concubine’s skin heats up as a blush rides high on his neck. Jungkook smirks against his neck as he
goes downwards, biting till purplish bruises form all over the collarbone. He pauses when he comes in between his chest, Taehyung’s sternum standing in attention.
Taehyung blushes harder, “is this supposed to feel so- so funny?”
Jungkook matches his eyes, “funny? How funny?”
Taehyung whimpers when the King gives his waist a tight squeeze, “my- my lower stomach-”
Jungkook growls, feeling his groin tightening. He breathes out, “why are you so pure? So innocent? I want to do so much to you. But”,He presses
a delicate kiss on the middle of his chest- feels the shiver Taehyung gives before straightening up. “Not tonight, not when you are doing this only to protect your position as the royal concubine.”
Taehyung does not deny, the King meets his eyes, “sleep here for the night.
Your position will never be compromised because protecting you as above lust for other women for me.”
Taehyung feels his eyes sting as he tears up, “sleep with me. Please do not leave me alone, my King, I-” he gulps, “we do not have to be intimate, we do not- I am useless when
it comes to that-”
Jungkook grits his teeth, ‘I am not saying ‘no’ to you because you do not know anything, I am saying ‘no’ because it is not the right reason, you did not deny that, concubine.”
Taehyung closes his eyes as if in pain, “I-I am sorry I tried to use my body-”
“As you should be,” Jungkook growls, his eyes straying to the marks he left underneath.
“-but p-please, stay the night with me, here be-because I feel the safest with you in this castle.” In this world.
Jungkook freezes, seeing the pure honestly, the sincerity shining in
Taehyung’s eyes, “w-what?”
Taehyung nods, hastily, gripping the King’s robe tightly in his hands- as if that could stop the King from leaving if he really wanted to, “I tried to be intimate with you because I did not want to be the only one taking from you but I can see now, it
will be unfair if I want it for any other reason but my own need but this- wanting to rest in your embrace- sleeping at night knowing no one will strangle me or sl*t my throat while I am sleeping because of you, where I will feel the safest, I want /this/, so much, my King.
For myself. Not to gain anything from you or repay you back or keep your attention on me I just want this, for myself”
The King watches him for sometime, stony eyes going over his clear ones before giving a simple nod and pulling him onto the bed.
Laying him down and
getting under the silk bedspread beside him- Taehyung grips the lapels of his robe again tightly in his grip as he puts his head right beside the King’s, making sure none of their other body parts touch because he did not want to disrespect the King even
though he just wanted to keep his head on Jungkook’s chest and lay in his embrace with his strong arms around him, encaging him, keeping him safe.
Taehyung’s breath hitches when he feels the King’s hand around his waist to pull him closer, so impossibly closer, so the King
himself can bury his face in the concubine’s neck, “Is this okay?” Jungkook whispers.
His hot breath falling short on Taehyung’s neck, making him shiver like he always does.
Taehyung does not say anything as he just pushes Jungkook’s head more into the crook of his neck,
feeling the safest he has ever felt from the time he had lost himself.
“Whatever you did, you did a really good job, getting the King to listen to you.”
Taehyung looks up, adorably confused, “huh?”
Jimin narrows his eyes at him, “his highness did not take any other upstairs.”
Taehyung spoons a filling of his meal and puts it in his mouth before
humming, “but I did not do anything.”
Jimin narrows his eyes, looking down at his crotch area, “you are still a virgin?”
Taehyung’s face heats up as he looks around to see if anyone around has heard it in the common area, “could you not say that aloud? They are going to hate
me more if anyone hears.”
Jimin shrugs, “you should be proud of the beauty you hold- something that has charmed the King even without you being naked.”
Taehyung looks away, “he is doing it to right his wrongs, he says.”
“That is bullsh*t and you know that Taehyung, King Jungkook has been the best King the Jeon Kingdom has even seen in ages, he has not done wrongs- they are not wrongs if you try to save your own life, your own people from monsters,” Jimin gets a faraway look on his
face, “Jungkook was so young, is so young, he did not deserve what he went through and yet...now he is at a position where he stands completely alone.”
Taehyung purses his lips, feeling an aching pain in his guts at the thought of the King being all alone. At the thought of the
things the King faced.
He feels the pain as if it is his own.
As if that night was a turning point, every time Taehyung was called for the King, Taehyung was attaching himself to the King’s soul bit by bit. In his mind, they were becoming one…like a pair of secret lovers.
“What is it that is stressing you, my King?” Taehyung asks softly as he stares at Jungkook looking troubled as he dotes on a few letters in front of him. Jungkook looks up to match his eyes, “why the sudden curiosity?”
“I have always been a curious person.”
He murmurs, never shifting his gaze away.
When it came to you.
The King relents as he sighs. “You are not allowed to say this to Jimin,” he warns as Taehyung nods.
“There is a spy somewhere here-” Taehyung gasps, Jungkook’s eyes darken in warning as Taehyung puts a hand
over his mouth, “-and some of the sensitive weapons information has been leaked to some of the enemies."
Taehyung shakes his head surprised, "this would let them know your strategies."
Jungkook is a bit surprised as he looks so when he said that but he nods nonetheless.
Taehyung watches him thoughtfully, "that is easy to solve my King."
Jungkook tilts his head, confused, “how so?”
Taehyung gets up from where he is sitting to come stand beside the King, “the spy. The information that has been leaked is about weapons. Weapons are something
that is only given to a handful of people under you. Did you look into them?"
Jungkook nods, "I did."
"They are the only ones who can do it." Jungkook narrows his eyes, "I already looked into them-"
"Let me look into them."
Jungkook looked stunned then, "what?"
Jungkook tilts his head up to meet his eyes, Taehyung looks back at him squarely, "I will find them out in no time, my king, let me look into them."
The King looks doubtful but Taehyung is already making his way outside as Jungkook stares
Taehyung does not wait a second as he takes a detour to go to the second floor underneath Jungkook's. He looks at the corridors, he has explored them before- with Jimin so he knew which room was where and whose. He knew most of the weaponry general lived here too.
Taehyung has never been the brave child growing up, hell he wanted to be a scholar and not a warrior ever but he knows this is something he did not need his strength for but his strategy- his brain as a scholar for.
But first he does a one over before he leaves- coming back again with Jimin on his toe as they both sneakily walked through the silent corridor, their robes futtering in the air. "I think I heard about this in the harem that day," Jimin whispers. Taehyung stares at him, "what
were you doing down there?"
"the harem knows how to gossip and they always have updates about what my good for nothing fiance is up to so", Jimin shrugs. Taehyung sighs, "he is knows as the mad king, Jiminie, one of the most powerful king, why would you even say that?"
"You can never be too sure of men." Jimin says. Taehyung gets a ridiculed expression on his face- one that makes Jimin stifle a laugh, "you know what I mean Taetae."
"He loves you, he has loved you since, I do not know, when you both were born or something, you do not
get to say that."
Jimin blushes, looking around, "how do you know that?"
Taehyung deadpans, "how do you think?" Taehyung did have the misfortune of reading some of the letters they exchanged afterall.
He blushes harder, "anyways, as I was saying, they were talking about these
Taehyung pauses, "but it is something that only a handful of people supposed to know. The King told me to not inform you either, I would not have but you guessed it, how do they know?"
Jimin arches an eyebrow, "I do not know."
"Jiminie, the concubines, us, we are not alowed to sleep with anyone but the King right?"
Jimin nodes, "otherwise you will be executed. The guard there are also rid of their hormones to not feel anything-"
"How would the harem know
otherwise, if they did not know such a thing from an high official?"
Jimin looks at him with wide eyes, "are you- are you saying one of them slept with a general?"
Taehyung shrugs, he hated the harem but at the same time they were devoted to the King, for the King's attention,
but would they do it? "I do not know, come let us go."
The snoop around for some more and pause when they hear sounds coming from one of the rooms. Taehyung turns to look at Jimin and Jimin at Taehyung, their eyes wide. They hide when they hear a door creek.
Both their eyes widen comically when they see a disheveled head of the harem limping out of their...out of the head of the weaponry department's general room. Taehyung breaths out, "oh moon goddess."
"I did not expect the head himself to be involved in this," Jungkook says, wringing a hand through his dark hair, Taehyung is looking down as if it was his fault in the head of the weaponry getting caught. Jungkook sighs when he looks at him, "you did a good job...Taehyung."
Taehyung feels his face heat up, "Yun-ssi is in the dungeon?"
Jungkook nods, "for knowing and not telling me."
Taehyung looks at his book, not really reading the book, "she loves him. People do crazy things for the ones they love," Taehyung whispers.
Jungkook watches him, watches the candle light flickering over his golden skin, the moonlight falling on him, illuminating his hair strands. He was so beautiful, so beautiful that there was really no way to bind that beauty to Jungkook. "Do they?" Jungkook asks silently.
It is late at night, it is silent everywhere.
Only the moonlight and the candlelight accompany them, Taehyung's jasmine scent is ever present in the air enticing the king.
When Taehyung looks up, his eyes look innocent, bright and oh so beautiful. Jungkook matches his eyes.
"The general released all the weapon making houses- I moved all of them but they got to one, thousands of swords have been sacrificed. You did a very good job, being a concubine should not have been your destiny, you, with your knowledge, with your yearning, with your beauty
should have been born in the royalty Taehyung," Jungkook says, getting up to take large steps towards the concubine. His eyes darkens when he sees the way Taehyung's eyelashes flutter, so prettily, delicately falling over his smooth cheeks.
Jungkook wants to see tears gathering in that waterline, wants to see how more beautiful he would look being pleasured, he wants to ruin his innocence, wants to bite him all over till only his marks over the golden skin remained...
If only Taehyung wanted him the same way.
He grabs the concubine's cheeks in his hand gently and tilts his head, he fears he would bruise his skin with how soft he is.
Taehyung shivers when their eyes meet.
"Why did you have to carry such beauty and be so pure?" Jungkook murmurs the words onto his skin, breathing
lightly, "it makes me want to ruin you till nothing is left of you, till only I remain all over you."
Taehyung does not dare blink as he feels his skin getting hot and the blush rising all over his skin, goosebumps littering. Oh Jeon Jungkook, he breathes out, he wants to
touch, touch the King so bad that his insides ache, that the funny feeling in between his lower stomach is back, his groin feels weird but he so wants to caress the King's skin, his eyes gets hazier by the second, "why do you not, my King?"
He matches his eyes then, "do you want to?"
Taehyung's eyes are hazy, "it is crazy how you do not get it yet, my King."
Jungkook holds him but does not bring him closer, "get what?"
"What you mean to me," Taehyung says silently, so silently, his hand rises to hold the King's
shoulder, tightly, "it feels like I have known you for eternity, like you have known me for eternity, do you remember the conversation we have about love?" He holds the King's face, "how I did not love you, but loved what you had to offer?"
Jungkook does not confirm, but something in his eyes tells Taehyung that yes, he remembers. He brings the King's face nearer to him, raises himself up a bit so his shaking lips touch his ever so slightly, "the reverse has happened for me. Now, I love you, I do not even want
what you have to offer if you do not give me you, m safety, my comfort can go to the devil. You have become my heaven, my hell, my everything," He holds Jungkook's face in his tightly when he sees how Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise.
"This time, my King," Taehyung's eyes sting, tears flood his eyes in no time, "I am not lying, I am not playing a role for anything. I do not want your love back either, I just want you to see me as something but a fragile thing to protect."
"Even as your concubine, why would you not be mine like you are theirs?" It pains him, almost rips him apart to say it like that- tell the King about what he feels for the first time and like this but he is a King and him a concubine, they are world's apart.
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Taehyung gulps, “you are free to take me.”
Jungkook closes his eyes, as if he is in pain, “just because I am free does not mean I deserve taking you. Even if I have s*x with others, they will never match up to you. You are the heaven no one in this castle deserves.”
if I want you to?" Taehyung presses another kiss, a firmer one on the King's lips, his first kiss, his only kiss probably.
Jungkook opens his eyes, "do you really?"
He gives a nod, an adorable one as he looks at the King earnestly, desperately, Jungkook grips his cheeks harder
as his eyes darken, "do you even know what is s*x?"
Taehyung blushes, "I t-told you I asked-"
"What do you know?"
His grip on Jungkook's shoulder tightens, "that- that is something they told me, you are supposed to teach me."
"What do you think it is then?"
"Touching," Taehyung whispers as if scandalously, "marking, like, like you did that night and, I do not know." He bites his lips. Jungkook rubs his thumb on the concubine's lip and pulls the bottom one out of his teeth's grip, they look delicious, bitten, so red.
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His other hand goes downwards till his finds his waist and squeezes it, makes the other jump up more into his embrace as Taehyung looks at him with wide eyes. He huffs out a laugh, "hold me, Taehyung."
Taehyung tightens his grip on his shoulder as the King picks
him up all of a sudden, his legs round the King's waist to grip tightly, "m-my king-"
"Jungkook, you will only call me Jungkook because I want to hear you scream out my name, scream till your voice runs raw, yes?"
Taehyung grips his shoulder as he gives a shaky nod, his nerves
thrumming. He is shivering all over. Jungkook holds him in the air for sometimes, looks at him and then closes the distance between their lips as he takes him into a kiss. The kiss is sloppy - it hi first time after all but Jungkook takes everything on a beat as he kisses
him more fervently, a hand steady to hold him up while the other explores his body- the robe he is wearing comes close and drops from his shoulder making a heap on the ground.
He whimpers into the kiss when he feel the little bites the King give him.
He gasps when he is put down on the bed with strength, his body almost bouncing back to the king as Jungkook lies over him, putting weight over him, never stops kissing him really. His hands are all over him, Taehyung cannot really focus.
Taehyung feels his heartbeat rising at the prospect that this was finally happening, he feels nervousness rise as he feels his body reacting accordingly...he feels scared, scared that the King was not going to get satisfied by him, was not going to be pleasured like with others
What was he to do?
The King parts from him ever so slightly to look at him, his heart jumping in excitement, seeing the vulnerable, trusting eyes on him, "you looks beautiful, you look so beautiful that I want to paint you with my marks all over."
Taehyung gulps, kisses the King, "I want you to, I want you."
Jungkook groans, "you are going to be the death of me Taehyung. Do you want to see what you have done to me? We have no done anything and yet," he presses his lower body to Taehyung's lower stomach, makes the
concubine's eyes widen when he feels the King's hardened groin pressing so deliciously unto him, he whimpers, "J-Jungkook."
Jungkook's eyes darken, "I want to eat you, can I?"
"E-eat me?" He whispers, confused. Jungkook groans "fuxk, Taehyung, can I, can I open your robes?"
Taehyung gives a hesitant nod and watches as the king keeps his eyes steadily on him, his hands drifting down his inner robes to open them, string by string, never looking away from his eyes to make sure he is okay.
He opens the robes completely till only his lacey underwear
remains. Taehyung blushes, Jungkook looks stunned then before he shakes his head to lift his thighs with a strong hold on both f them, raising them above his head so they rest on both sides of his shoulders, till he is nosing on the innerwear.
Biting on the inner side of his
his thighs, leaving behind red bruises on the honey skin, leaving them spit stained. He avoids Taehyung's groin but holds it with his hand, presses down on the slit to let a nerve wrecking thrill pass through the other as Taehyung writhes.
Jungkook mouths over his as* then,
leaving marks on the plush of it, squeezes them, then pushes off of there to come back to his groin and to completely take him in his mouth, Taehyung's mouth opens in a silent scream.
Jungkook gives his groin a few suck, enough to get it completely hard before popping off and
looking at Taehyung with pre c*m stained lips, he smirks when he sees the concubine staring ta his clothes as if they were the bane of existence, "not so innocent now are we?"
Taehyung shies away, "other got to see you, I want to too."
Jungkook holds still as Taehyung opens his
robe hastily, his eyes catches onto the chain that is hanging from the concubine, "you still have it?"
Taehyung pauses, looking down at his chest to see the chain that has kept him sane through most of the nights, "of course, why would I not?"
Jungkook's eyes are stormy as he
pushes the concubine to lie down again, "you are mine, all mine, are you not, concubine?"
"As a concubine I am yours," Taehyung shivers, feels the weight of the other on him, "as Taehyung I am yours."
Jungkook feels the need to absolutely wreck him, wreck the innocence in him
so he nods, "I am going to fuxk your as* crack."
The King takes a vial of oil from somewhere in the bed side, shudders when he notices it is jasmine scented to and kisses Taehyung while his hands work on oiling up the said as*crack.
Taehyung shudders when he feels the large groin pressing up against the inside of his as*, Jungkook's length was no joke, was it? And it was all hardened up, oiled up, it made his insides coil.
He moans, screams when he feels the di*k making its space in between his as*cheeks.
Jungkook watches him attentively as he starts pushing in and out, slowly at first and then building his pace till Taehyung is writhing on the bed, screaming, moaning his name, chanting his name all over, his name echoes over the walls.
Taehyung feels stimulated as his
own co*k brushes against Jungkook's hard chest every time he moves, then all of a sudden, his vision blacks out as an overwhelming kind of pleasure blinds him. He screams Jungkook's name. It leaves him almost senseless except for the di*k that is leisurely fuxking his as*crack,
it leaves his senses in over drive as he gets over stimulated- just when he feels faint, the King c*ms, painting his honeyed, golden skin with white before dropping down on him.
"Fuxk why are you so incredible," Jungkook growls, Taehyung just hugs the King tightly to him, afraid
the King will leave him now that he over fuxking him.
The King does get to make away but shushes him when he whines, "shh, just going to clean you up, baby."
After he cleans him, they settle back on the bed and this time, Taehyung sleeps on the King's chest, hearing his steady
heartbeat with his arms around him, embracing him to the King while Taehyung's own arms hold the King as tightly as he can, afraid of letting the King slip away from, letting his love leave him.
There is a whisper in the wind, a whisper unheard by the King.
Taehyung blinks his eyes open.
"My prince," a voice whispers in the dark.
Taehyung looks down at the King, Jungkook is sleeping so peacefully. He bends down to press a kiss on the pink lips, holds himself up,
then bends to press another kiss. It seems he can never get enough of the King.
"My prince," the voice gets a bit more adamant. Taehyung's eyes gleam as he slowly takes Jungkook's hand off of him and finally detangles himself from the furnace like embrace- it makes him shudder
is cold but then a robe is being pressed to his naked body as he takes it gladly to wrap around himself. He looks down at the King again, "I love you, I do. I truly did mean it when I said I belong to you and only you," he feels his eyes sting as his lips stretch in a smile.
"My prince," the voice calls again, "the mad king awaits."
Taehyung whips around to glare at her, "I told you to wait, Yun, let me say goodbye to my King," she withers but nods as she looks at the alighted sky carefully. Time was running short, really short for them now.
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He looks back at Jungkook’s sleeping face, goes down again to press as many kisses as he could, “I love you.”
Then he gets up from the bed and stands as Yun ties the robe around him tightly. He feels numb, ecstatic, he cannot describe how he feels as he turns to look one
last time at the King, “hand me my ring.”
It is the ring with the Min insignia, a ring with a lion roaring on it, all in gold. Yun hands it to him expecting him to wear it back as it shows off his status as the prince but Taehyung merely puts’ it on Jungkook’s finger- the King’s
ring finger- it was the only one that fit Taehyung's ring ironically- he looks at him with an unreadable gaze.
He does not speak anymore as he turns on his heels and leaves the room, without looking back, Yun following him silently.
There is silence everywhere as they are
getting out- they had sleeping drawl mixed with the dinner last night, which was why they were so confident Jungkook would not feel him leaving. Everyone was sleeping.
Taehyung smirks as he walks past all those silent room, how ridiculous, their whole kingdom was coming to doom
and yet they did not know any of it, did not realize any of it, would not until dawn rises and the moon dips.
He goes down and down the same stairs that laughed at his well orchestrated misery, until he reaches the floor where his bedroom was supposed to be- the fifth floor.
Taehyung stills when he comes face to face with Jimin out of all the people, Jimin stares right back at him, confused before he looks back and sees Yun, the one who is supposed to be in the dungeon for treason.
"I thought you were with the King, Taehyung?" Jimin asks, his voice
on edge. Taehyung gives him a small, shy smile, "I was with the King, Jiminie. I just had to get something from the harem's chamber for the miss."
Jimin narrows his eyes at her, "how are you out?"
Taehyung looks down and grimaces, they did not have the time to chitchat.
He looks at Yun and nods slightly, making Yun take out a sword from her hilt and point it directly at Jimin, "If you do not come with us silently, Prince, I will not hesitate to plunge this into you."
Jimin's eyes widen comically, horrified as he looks back at Taehyung for
reassurance or for anything- but Taehyung is looking down, walking forward as if Jimin is not even there. He does not want to Jimin's face when he understand, he does not want to see the hatred in his eyes when he understands, he might be strong to betray his lover,
but he is not strong enough to betray the only anchor he had with his sanity.
Yun takes Jimin in his grasp and with a sword's edge digging into his neck, there is hardly anything the prince can do except follow. His eyes tear up, he sniffles, it is aching for reason he does not
understand, maybe because he wants Taehyung to be there like he always was but Taehyung is deaf to it, his eye flood when he thinks about the King, did they kil!..Jungkook? Did they kil! everyone? What had they done, what had Taehyung done-
Taehyung walks forward and enters a room, pausing in the threshold, "is it done?"
A person dressed in black robes come out from there, "strang*ed him just like he did you."
Jimin's eyes fill with absolute horror at that, "you fuxking monster, who the fuxk are you!?" he screams.
Taehyung's eyes are hard when he looks at Jimin, "we do not have the time to discuss this, Jiminie-"
"Do not call me that! Do not-"
"Prince Jimin," he says softly, "the dawn is coming, we have to get out. Did you get them?" He asks the person coming down the same flight of
stairs they did just a while ago, the person nods hands him a cylinder container, "it is all in there. My prince, your carriage awaits."
Taehyung nods, sees the way Jimin looks faint, looking at him with wide, tear stained eyes, "I think," he pauses, "I think I shall introduce
myself. I am Prince Taehyung. I am sure you have never heard of me because I am the illegitimate son of the previous King of the Min kingdom, also, your fiancé's step-brother-"
"your mother, your mother was a lie-"
Taehyung blinks, "oh, my mother is in her grave
peaceful, this woman was not my mother. She did not know I am a prince, only went to her as a decoy, to make this real. Told her to sell me off, fed her gold coins to do so and she acted out her part perfectly- thinking I only wanted to be with the King. Hilarious," he says,
mirth swimming, "as if I needed to go to such lengths to be with the King."
"You-you- what did Jungkook ever do to you- he just became the King-"
"Had to give him my congratulations myself," Taehyung counters, them smirks, "gave me him that tonight itself"
Jimin feels like screaming, in horror, hitting Taehyung but it is useless as Yun still holds him strongly in his hold, "why-why did you even come- what is in that?" His voice drops, as fear clouds his mind, something dropping in him.
Taehyung smirks widens, "I am sure you will
find out by dawn itself," he holds Jimin's cheeks as the other flinches violently, "but I have to go now, Jiminie, keep my King reserved for me-"
"Like hell I will-mm-" a cloth is stuffed on his face and from the fumes he starts to feels faint, but he hears the footsteps going
away from him the more he blinks, his eyes goes blurry and then he faints on the cold floor.
Taehyung hurries downstairs as his robes flair behind him, it has been ages since he wore the royal robes- he forgot how heavy it was. The three follow him, "the river tide is heavy
tonight but we can expect to calm down in a few hours. His highness did not want you to come before that. He sighs when he gets into his carriage and the door closes behind him, he pauses when he sees an envelope on the seat.
Taehyung smiles, it has been ages since he talked
to his brother they had to lose all contact except for the people around him. He keeps the enveloped aside as he looks outside, seeing the castle he leaves behind after five months.
Feels his eyes sting as he remembers how peaceful Jungkook looked in their last moments together,
how Jungkook was so gentle, sobs wreck his body at what he had to do, he wished he could run away with Jungkook altogether, he wished he was really the concubine he was acting out to be, not the prince, Jungkook would have kept him safe.
He had no other way but to do so.
The kingdoms, almost all of them, in their realm are made of Kings older than their time. Those old hogs had been /fond/ of the previous King Jeon- enough to want to rid of Jeon Jungkook, the mu*derer of the past Jeon King as a way to avenge and /right/ the wrong that came to be.
It was, of course, a plot for them to overtake the whole of the Jeon kingdom for themselves as the Jeon kingdom had the greatest amount of prosperity amongst everyone with tropical weather, good yield, good people.
Anyone would want a piece of the Jeon kingdom.
They wanted a full war with all the kingdoms against the Jeon kingdom, and wanted Yoongi to join them with the Min kingdom. It was hilarious how they even got up the courage to approach the mad King. Yoongi had been betrothed to Jimin by then- their father, who still lives
in the shadows, old and evil, had agreed to it despite the decision not being on him. Yoongi had to agree because he could see the risks of finding his precious brother- Taehyung, the only one who mattered to him, the only one he considered his real kin- di*d one night like his
father had threatened- there had been many instances of Taehyung being harmed, poisoned to his dea*h bed and he had barely survived every time.
It got to the point where sending Taehyung off as the concubine to the Jeon Kingdom was a safer option to Yoongi than keeping him
there. That is when the plan to come to the Jeon kingdom had rose.
With a snake living in the kingdom itself, when it was his own father, there was barely anything even the mad king could do- he would not kill the father like he kil!ed his own mother because he would be
attacked just like Jungkook was being and he would not survive, not against so many kingdoms.
Taehyung came to the Kingdom to take the Jeon kingdom from Jungkook- in the most docile way they could- until Yoongi could manage to gain an upper hand over the other kingdoms.
It was better than having the Jeon kingdom handed over to many kings, better than kil!ing of the only rightful King of the Jeons. He had to render Jungkook powerless, strip him off of his Kingdom as a show to appease others, to show Yoongi's loyalty while Yoongi focused on
finding an upper hand.
It took Yoongi two months- it took Taehyung five months to ignore his heart that started to beat for the Jeon King. He was supposed to leave with the documents to destroy Jungkook in the two months but he could not...not when he was so so enamored
Not when he felt like for the first time, he had found someone who he was made for.
It took five months and yet, it was not enough, it was never going to be enough.
Jungkook would be penniless for a few months and he would forget him in the flames of betrayal
he had ignited in him, it will keep on burning for the rest of both their lives, even when Jungkook would get his kingdom back, would get his everything back with Kingdoms never going after him. He would get everything back, fall in love properly with someone else while
He looks outside, he wonders, what was his other choices? What could he have done? If he did not come, there would have been a war- a war which would guarantee Jungkook's dea*h, if there was not a war, there would be his brother de*th and then Jungkook
It was either dea*h or betrayal. He was not supposed to fall in love, he was supposed to be the well scholared prince, one who did not care about matters such as this, he was supposed to fall in love with his books only, was supposed to get out three months
Just what was he thinking, falling in love with a person he was going to break the heart of? But did Jungkook love him enough to have his heart broken? He does not think so, he does not understand so.
But would he feel betrayed enough to feel enraged out of his mind and
kil! Taehyung? Yes, he would.
Taehyung was okay with it. Better leave this world with the blade of the person he loves lodged inside him than anyone he considered an enemy.
It would be worth it, worth saving his brother, worth saving the one he loves. Dy*ng would be worth it.
By the time he wipes his tears, they are almost at the river dock. That is when he decides to open the envelope.
He reads through it, hie eyes widening and widening in horror as his heart takes up in beat, no no, this was not happening, no
this could not be. He hits on the wood ceiling above and the carriage screeches to a halt, the door opens, "my prince?"
His voice shakes as he looks at Yun, "when did my brother send this letter?"
"It was with the messenger for a month because you know how upon your demand,
the contact with our kingdom was shut of-"
"A month?" Taehyung gulps, his heart beating painfully fast now, "a month-", he feels faint, "how far are we from the boat?"
His heart is in his throat. "Not that far, my prince, just a bit more."
He nods faintly, "fast. Get me
The speed increases, the horse knees adamantly, the whip sounds echo in his mind as he tears the letter apart. Fear clogs his mind, maybe his dea*h was nearer than he thought.
Then the carriage come to a halt. He waits for Yun to knock on the door but she does not,
a silent minute passes by. He scrunches his brows before moving to open the door himself. Before he could however, someone enters the carriage, shoving him inside with the strength he enters with.
"Ah concubine, were you trying to leave?" Jungkook eyes darken, flashes dangerously, "or should I say Prince Taehyung? I am not a fan of people trying to leave me while I sleep, it is not common courtesy you know? I will never let that slide especially when it comes to you my..,"
Jungkook smirks, eyes stone cold, jaw locked, "..prince."
The fear that clogs him whole inside binds him as he is shaking all over, sitting in front of the King, the words written in Yoongi's handwriting flashing in his mind.
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He has his hands in a bind as he glares outside. At Jungkook.
The king is riding on his horse- a majestic black one that makes the King look far more powerful than he has ever in Taehyung's eyes. Jungkook's face looks like it is set in stone with how taut it looks.
"the only way," Jungkook had said through gritted teeth, "I let you and your brother get out this alive-" he held a blade to his throat then, cutting it by a sliver, letting a drop of blo*d fall, Taehyung had winced, had watched his life flash by,
"is to bind you to me."
Taehyung's eyes widened, "what?"
That was not something he thought the King would ever propose, "what?"
Jungkook's eyes become unreadable, "with marriage. You are to marry me in a weeks time."
Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, "you think," he breathes in, his breath hitches, "you think marrying you will be a punishment to me? I
/meant/ it when I said I love you-"
Jungkook raises a hand, irked an eyebrow though his eyes are still stormy, "you think you fell in love
with the real Jeon Jungkook? Are you an idiot my prince? The Jeon Jungkook who kil!ed his own parents because they were irritating him, the one who is known as the Holden hawk for poking people's eyes out in a preliminary fight would be
/kind/ to a fuxking concubine who
had the audacity to spit at him?" And he sounds so condescending at the mere sound of it that Taehyung can actually hear the first crack in his heart- his eyes tear up.
"You must be out of your mind", Jungkook continues, huffing slowly with a roll of his eyes.
shakes his head adamantly, "you kil!ed them because they were torturing you, my King-"
"Do not call me that", Jungkook growls, seethes, "you have lost all the right to call me that-"
"So you did everything because you knew?!" Taehyung bursts, now he has the right, right to
fight with the King as he pleases, raises his voice, spit at him because he knows, he knows he is the prince of the Min kingdom now. "You treated me with such kindness because you /knew/? Then how are you the tyrant you call yourself to be?"
"I knew", Jungkook says quietly, his
voice dea*hly, "oh I knew. I could not do anything because I had to know why you were there as my concubine. The precious brother who Min Yoongi never allowed out of his castle, never allowed anyone to see a glimpse of, so protective of him, was here, inside the Jeon kingdom,
the Jeon castle, my harem, as my concubine. Why could possibly be the earth shattering reason Min Yoongi lets his /only/ kin out? I had to find that out, could not do anything before that."
Taehyung is stunned, nobody, nobody from any other royalty had ever seen him, none of
could ever recognize him, ever because he was simply never introduced to the world, because he never went out of the Min kingdom so how did Jeon Jungkook recognize him?
"How?" He asks, his voice barely coming out, insides everywhere in the amount of emotions he was drowning in.
"How did you know who I was?"
Jungkook smirks, "would not you like to know that?"
Taehyung shakes his head, it dawns on him, "a spy, you had a spy amongst us, in Min kingdom-"
Jungkook barks out a thinning laugh, "curious little thing, are you not, my prince?"
Taehyung fists his hand, wills the stubborn tears back, "keep that to yourself than. You knew and yet you still slept with me, your supposed-"
Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes turn mirthful, "de-/flowering/ a prince has its own perks, my prince-"
"That was an act! You fool,
you think I would be a virgin? I am a prince for moon's sake."
"You said you loved me, was that to save yourself?"
"Yes", Taehyung says without missing a beat, "yes it was. Everything was all an act because I did not want you to kil! me."
Jungkook hums, "I am not going to
kil! you, you do not deserve to di* just yet, you deserve to suffer, you deserve to want your own dea*h-"
"If you know why we were doing this," Taehyung pauses, his voice breaks slightly but he just coughs to cap it off, "then why do you still want me to suffer so much?"
"What I know is, you and your brother stole documents that could leave me in the streets, destroy my kingdom did you not?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head. Taehyung wants to say, wants to explain to him that there was more to it, so much more but to the answer he could only
nod. "Yes", he says silently, "yes, we did."
Jungkook watches him carefully, before stepping out of the carriage altogether, "The Min kingdom will hand you over to me in marriage keeping all the other kingdoms as a witness yes? Or Min Yoongi's brother shall be hanged."
The carriage door closes behind him and gets on his horse.
Taehyung does not shift his glare, Jungkook must have already known about the other kingdoms going against him, which was why this marriage will be a huge benefit to the King while it will be fatal to his brother.
He feels like dropping on the floor and crying his heart out, he feels helpless, and so so fragile. This time he was not acting- this time he was not but ironically, Jungkook would not protect him like he did everytime he acted to be like this.
And it breaks him.
He is kept in a room, a room on the same floor as the king.
Hilarious, how he finally reached the king's floor at the cost of his brother's life. He has been here for two days, Yoongi has been informed and he has heard the king is supposed to dock today itself.
brother was here to sign his own doom.
"My prince," a maid knocks on the door, he grimaces, "yes?"
The door opens and the maid bows low in front of him, too low, "the tailor is here for your fitting for the wedding hanbok. Should I send her in?"
He winces, his wedding hanbok
was going to get tailored. Against his own will. With the King he loved.
He nods, "sure bring her in."
What he does not expect is Jimin coming in with her, his gaze down and voice soft as he directs her inside, watches the measurements being taken silently.
"It is prince Jimin for you", Jimin says, his eyes hard as he adamantly looks at the tailor doing her work.
Taehyung sighs, looks at the tailor himself, "what is the design? What design would by my hanbok?"
She looks up at him slightly before looking down, gaze
shaky, fearful, "his highness ordered for two to be tailored. One with the Min kingdom's symbol and other the Jeon Kingdom."
Before he can say anything, Jimin speaks, "you will wear the Min kingdom one officially as you go for the rituals but after everything finishes you have
to change into our one as a symbol that you now belong to the Jeon kingdom, you do not have anything anymore with the Min kingdom except your kin. You would belong to our King. It is the tradition the Jeon kingdom follows", Jimin pauses, "to keep the vows strong and in place."
Taehyung gulps when he sees the gravity in Jimin's eyes. "You believe in the moon do you not?" Jimin irks an eyebrow as he comes to stands facing him, "or was the a lie?"
Taehyung shakes his head, feeling the sting, "the symbol of the Min kingdom is a wolf, we worship the moon."
"we do too,"Jimin says, then frowns, a sliver of emotion seeping in his eyes, "not as much however. But we do believe in the binding ritual the moon has. After you official bind yourself to Jungkook, he becomes your only truth."
Taehyung's heart shakes.
He bites his lip, not wanting to ask the question but he wants to, he so wants to.
He holds it in however, till the end of measuring session. He waits for the tailor to bring up the design, "does it- does it go both ways then?"
Jimin merely glances
at him, "does what goes both ways?"
"The binding," he whispers shakily. Jimin watches him so he clarifies further, "would I become Jungkook's only truth too then?"
"Do you want that?" He narrows his eyes, "do you?"
He blinks, hopes he hides the pain in his eyes well, "I am a prince too, Prince Jimin. I believe in marriages staying forever. So excuse me for-"
"Kings are not known for their loyalty, Prince Taehyung, they have their harem's all their life right-" Taehyung stills, Jimin
watches him carefully, "you cannot expect a fairytale when you yourself acted to be in love with him just to betray him."
Taehyung bites his lips, the pain intensifies in his guts, "I-I understand." He puts his hand on his stomach to try and control his breathing, "you are done
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tailoring my fit yes? Could you please leave? I feel a headache coming up." He says, as politely as he can, feeling nauseous. Jimin narrows his eyes, "Prince Taehyung? Are you alright?"
He gives a close lipped smile, "as alright as I can be", Jimin looks suspicious, "you know
I am strong. Not the fragile concubine. Go."
Jimin grits his teeth, "right, I will be on my way then."
Taehyung watches them leave, as soon as the door closes behind him, he falls on a heap. Everything hurts.
But he does not get to dwell on it when he hears the conch horns blare. Taehyung's eyes widen, Yoongi was here.
His heart slows, he feels faint. His brother, the only kin he has left, the one who has protected him through every single thing, he has always supported him,
backed him up and yet here Taehyung was, putting a noose around Yoongi's neck and suffocating him, till he watches with horrified eyes as they took his life.
He shakes his head, he has to do something, Taehyung nas to do something to save his brother, even if it meant he needed
to sacrifice himself.
He rises up, his knees are shaking as he whirls around and runs out of the door.
Jungkook's eyes harden as he sees him entering, everyone in the throne room startled. A silence falls over them.
"Prince Taehyung-" one of Jungkook's minister says. Taehyung squares his shoulders, "I have something to say to my King."
They look surprised, "but my prince, according to the rituals, you are not supposed tp approach the King-"
Jungkook raises a hand, silencing him, "King
Min is here right? The ministers should go greet them. I will look at what my prince has to say."
The ministers nod as they leave one by one, eyeing Taehyung warily as the latter stared resolutely towards the king, never taking his eyes of.
"what is it?" Jungkook asks. Taehyung gulps, "my brother- they are going to kil! off my brother if you do this."
Jungkook tilts his head, "I would say so yes, what about it?"
Taehyung bites his lip, it was like he was talking to a stone wall. His words were echoing off without
doing anything, he feels helpless. He watched Jungkook with desperation seeping in his eyes, "this marriage cannot result into my brother being kil!ed, it simply cannot. You can kil! me instead, please kil! me! He cannot die for something I did. Just punish me!"
out a laugh, it is so cold, so brittle that it grates against Taehyung's ears, makes his insides ble*d. Be watches helpless, "it is hilarious. You think kil!ing you is enough? No, I have to watch the Min kingdom fall, just like the Mins wanted the Jeon kingdom to fall. It is only
fair right?" Jungkook asks sardonically.
Taehyung gulps, "he was going to give you your kingdom back, you would at least liv-"
"It is not living", Jungkook thunders, Taehyung flinches, "it is not living when the very reason you were birthed on to this world for is taken away."
"when you have to suffer so much to come here and sit on this throne."
Taehyung gets this devasted look on his face, "you said you kil!ed them because they irritated you, everyone except Jimin thinks you got rid of them because of that, they tortured you. Tortured you enough to
kil! them because it was getting unbearable, did they not?"
Something in Jungkook just blinks out at his words, "being a King is what living means to me. The ones who tried to take that away from me shall be rid of their reasons to live too."
Taehyung shakes his head, "punish me then. I was the one who came up with the plan, I was the one who planned your destruction. Destroy me the-"
Jungkook stands up, and takes a step towards him, "destroy you?", Takes another, "what is there to even destroy you, Prince Taehyung?"
Taehyung eyes sting, "nothing. There is nothing."
Jungkook watches him. Taehyung fists his hand, "but I cannot let you destroy my brother. I cannot, I cannot, I-" he falls on his knees in front of the King, bows his head low, tears flood his eyes, "I cannot."
Jungkook looks down at him, his eyes get stormy, "give me a solution then, my prince. You are to bind to me, there is nothing I can change, I will change in that fact. How do I save your brother then?"
Taehyung looks up, tears stream down his face. Jungkook's heart waver as he
looks away, keeping his gaze upwards, "you will save him if I give you a solution."
"If you give a solution yes. You are right, you are the one who betrayed me, Min Yoongi shall be spared," Jungkook says. His voice steady, heart beating fast.
Taehyung’s voice drops to a whisper, he wants to ask why, why was it that Jungkook listened to him still, a part of him whines in him with obvious affection but he ignores it to nod slowly, “a-a solution, a solution-”
“I will be the solution”, another voice comes in, his voice
resounding around the throne room, startling Taehyung while Jungkook just looks up to stare at Jimin, standing there, on the entrance with his head bowed low.
“Jimin-ah”, Jungkook calls out, slight confusing seeping in his voice, “I do not want you to get into their mess
“I cannot but to”, Jimin says, “I was to marry him for years. Min Yoongi is the only religion I followed for years. I cannot just let it go.”
Jungkook’s sets his jaw tightly, “I know, I understand, but he never planned to marry you-”
“And you are going to let him take the easy way out? Just because of his brother?!” Jimin thunders all of a sudden, looking up with tears shining in his eyes.
Jungkook shakes his head, “letting you marry him might be a punishment for him, yes, but it is going to be a prison
for you. I cannot let you do that, can I?”
“But you must,” Jimin says, his throat bobbing, “you must, your highness. If my destiny is to be stuck with him, I will do so.”
“You are doing this to save him, we are looking for a solution to /save/ him, Jimin, you do not, are not
in any way required to do so, understand that.”
Jimin shakes his head, looks down, a tear drops from his eyes, “I am required to do so, your highness, I am,” he closes his eyes tightly, “I have fallen in love with him, and not saving him would kil! me so I would,” he breathes
out, “rather be unhappy my whole life, caged, than bear the pain of him dy*ng.”
Jungkook breathed out, “will you be able to bear the pain when he sleeps with concubines in front of you? Brings in other prince and princess to spend the night with-”
“Is it not what you are going to do with Prince Taehyung?” Jimin asks, silencing the King. Taehyung looks at Jimin with wide eyes.
“Okay, how pray tell are you going to save him from the other kings by marrying him? How are you a solution?” Jungkook asks, shifting the topic
completely. Taehyung does not stop staring at Jimin with shock, his eyes watering anew.
Jimin looks resolute, "how am I not? I am trained, I am vigilant, nobody can harm him as long as he is with me."
"There could be poison attacks," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose.
“We will have someone taste it before we touch the food, your highness. This is something I have to do, it is my duty now. I am not going to change my mind. No matter what you say.”
Jungkook goes to say something but Taehyung beats him to it, “then I will make sure,” he gulps,
“that you have him all too yourself, that you punish him whichever way you want, you have the right now. I will make sure of it.”
Jimin nods, looking at Jungkook before bowing and making to leave. The King looks down at the prince, “small mercies, I believe,” he snorts before
whirling around to sit back on his throne, “leave, my prince. I have Min Yoongi to greet.”
Taehyung nods shakily before stepping out of there. His heart shaking painfully in his chest and his knees wobbling.
Jungkook watches the other king enter, his eyes glinting in the
maddening way it does. Jungkook eyes harden in anger, "long time no see, King Min."
Yoongi gazes at him like he is reading him over, he looks chill. The man smirks, making the nerves in Jungkook ignite in rage, "I would believe so, King Jeon, you have been busy after all."
Jungkook's smirk freezes, he grits his teeth, "I believe so. I hope you have brought the wedding carriage? You are to wed in a few days after all."
Yoongi narrows his eyes to slits at that, all mirth swiping right out, and Jungkook feels this win igniting his guts. His smirk
widen, "and I am to marry Prince Taehyung next week. You will give us your blessings, would you not? I will give my blessings for Jimin."
"you are not marrying my brother Jungkook," Yoongi says, his maddeningly powerful aura coming back as all the mirth from his eyes seep out.
"I will marry Jimin, I will marry whoever but you cannot marry my brother."
"That is not up for you to decide, Yoongi. Your brother belonged to me from the moment you let my men buy him off of the market."
Yoongi grits his teeth, "he is no concubine, get out of the fuxking
delusion. You know the plan, you knew how it is. I am not going to let you have him, even if I have to go on a war against you I am not going to let you have him."
"You think you will win?" Jungkook's voice drops. The maddening glints gets back in Yoongi's eyes, "I know I will."
"When all the Kings are against you, Jungkook, I /will/ win."
Jungkook grits his teeth, "rage a war against me and your brother is going to have my sword lodged on his heart." He smirks, watching the anger shining in Yoongi's eyes, "you must have forgotten where you stand,
but do not worry, I will make sure you remember, I will make sure to give your brother the perfect dea*/h-"
"You will not dare lay a finger on him-"
"I will if you rage a war," Jungkook roars. Yoongi breaths out, "I should have kil!ed you first and never should have listened to
Taehyung. But what is done, is done. I will talk to him before I agree to this however, because I will not let my brother be unhappy, or be tortured, it will only happen over my de*d body-"
Jungkook snorts, this brotherly love amuses him so much. "You can talk to him, but I will
"Let me see my brother."
Jungkook nods at the guards then, "sure, but Prince Jimin shall be present in between."
"My kingdom, my rules," Jungkook says menacingly.
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Taehyung has his gaze downwards as they put the hanbok on him. The Jeon insignia burns his back- it signifies his marriage with the King, it signifies his golden cage, a cage where he is trapped inside with the big bad wolf.
He cannot meet Yoongi’s gaze as his brother is urged to take his hand in his and put it in Jungkook’s hand.
A sign that Taehyung was not his brother anymore, not more than he was Jungkook’s husband. The King grasps his hands tightly, too tightly, in a vice-like grip.
In a suffocating way, not the warming one.
His eyes burn as Jungkook shows him off to the whole Jeon Kingdom spread over acres and acres of the Jeon land.
A trophy, Jeon Jungkook makes him feel like a used trophy, something he /bought/ only to show off, only for his face
and not for who he is, not for love like Taehyung considered Jungkook to be.
Taehyung loves Jungkook, he could not deny that, he should not, not when he is getting to marry him but at what cost does he have him?
In all the months he spent as a concubine, he did not feel it. Did not feel insulted by the things that was thrown at him because as a concubine he expected to be treated like that.
But the way he was getting treated now, breaks him because he never expected he would be
tossed aside while he is married. He expected to be treated like a King and that was his worst doom.
Jungkook does not let his hand go as people greet him, bow towards him specifically, throws flower petals at him.
He does not notice Jungkook watching him from time to time. Taehyung looks radiant in the hanbok he is wearing, Jungkook's chosen insignia looks like a force to be reckoned with- he had refused to carry his ancestor's mark for his kingdom- he had it changed from a lion to a wolf.
The wolf seems like it is growling at everyone, wrapping around Taehyung.
Jungkook smirks, because it looks like his own wolf would protect Taehyung from /him/. He loosens his hold on Taehyung only to wrap his hand tightly around his small waist, pulling him to himself.
Taehyung belonged to him now, in papers, in religion, he belonged to him. He bends his head ever so slightly, eyes gleaming as his lips press against Taehyung's ear, "should I revert back to calling you a concubine again, Prince Taehyung?"
Taehyung stills. Jungkook squeezes his
waist, Taehyung flinches but he hardens his eyes, "treat me like a concubine as I am married to you, I dare you."
"Getting feisty now that you are tied to me?" Jungkook watches his side profile, "but are you not my personal concubine now? You belong to me, only me now."
"Just like I don't know the real you, you don't know the real me either, my King. Do not just assume." Taehyung says. Jungkook hums, "but you will pleasure me, won't you, my prince?"
Taehyung shakes his head, "No, I do not feel for you anymore-"
Jungkook's eyes flashes.
"-I do not want to pleasure you."
"You are wedded to me, it is your duty to do so. Just like you listened to your king and bent on your knees to pleasure me as a concubine, you will listen to your King now." Jungkook seethes at the very idea itself. Because Taehyung has really
gave his virginity away willingly for his kingdom, as if his purity was worth nothing.
It is ironic that he had called Taehyung a pure soul despite being a concubine but he had given his purity up just for the sake of their land. Jungkook was so in the wrong for calling him
that. Taehyung turns to glare at him, "I gave it away to you because I fell in love with you. I did it purely out of what I felt for you."
"You did not," Jungkook says adamantly, nodding at the minister that come to greet them with a bow, "you did not. You only did so that night
to distract me. You know what you have done, I do not see any point in debating about it."
"No," Taehyung says desperately, "no I did not. Hyung would never want me to be intimate with you, or with anyone. Not until I chose to."
"Then you chose to, to distract me enough to
steal those parchments-"
"For moon's sake, my king, she already took it as soon. I was supposed to disappear into thin air without even seeing you that night," Taehyung pauses, his voice breaking, "I was just supposed to leave but I could not." He breathes out.
"because," his eyes tear up again, "because I fell in love with you."
It does not faze Jungkook even though a part in him feels the pain. He knows Taehyung is not someone to trust, he knows he is only saying these to appease Jungkook's anger. So he does not care about it.
"I do not believe that. Anyways, if you were so willing to have s*x with me at your king's wish, why could you not do the same thing for your this king's wish?" Jungkook asks, voice on the edge of anger.
An anger that frustrates Taehyung, "and why do you not? I am telling you-"
"I do not know how it works in your book, Taehyung," Jungkook says, words slowly rolling out of his mouth, measured, "but in my book, you do not leave the one you love behind. You do not leave them bare."
A fear grips Taehyung's heart, "but you did not love me, my king."
flutters in his mind because he realized he never even stopped to consider about the king's feeling then, he never-
"I did not," Jungkook says, stilling Taehyung's heart in disappointment, "but if one claims to be in /love/, they ought to live up to it don't they?"
"Not in my situation, no. Not in a situation where my hyung was on line, Jungkook."
"Do not call me by my name, concubine. I am your king, address me as that. This marriage," Jungkook's lip twitches in a smirk, he is getting tired of the excuses Taehyung is spewing, he has
no reason to believe as of yet. "Is nothing, means nothing to me. It is only for name, if s*x could come with it, it would have been better but if you are going to be this fussy then we could go without it too, there are plenty of concubines in the harem." With that the king
looks away purposely, missing the look of utter pain in Taehyung's eyes. Jungkook pauses, "if you are to deny having s*x with me, deny it logically not with excuses such as love, you do not know what love means. Leaving the one you love with the ring marked with the insignia
he abhors is a punishment not a confession of love, prince Taehyung. Your ring shall be sent to your room by tonight. You do not get to wear it anymore however, we do not want the ministers thinking you are going to betray again, can we?" Jungkook breathes out and bows his head
to leave the prince alone.
The ring does wait for him, kept on the exact middle of his satin bedsheet. From the time he came, he held himself by threads but seeing the ring, the threads around the seams of his sanity comes undone. His eyes sting. He starts sobbing into his
hand, his insides shriveling up inside.
What had he done, what did he get himself into.
As a concubine, he had the King all to himself. For him to love, for him to demand.
As the prince, the royalty /married/ to the same king he has nothing, not even the King 's attention
His worst fear of having another concubine with the King comes back in full force; and he is left terrified. Terrified of being left alone, like his real mother left him, like the times his own father tried to kil! him.
He is a man. Jungkook is a man, a king allowed
to have other people, but why he, an underserving prince, was seeking it to this extent where it even hurts for him to live?
"It is because King Jungkook is your first love," Jimin says from behind him. Taehyung whirls around in surprise, he had said that aloud?
He wipes at
his eyes furiously- Jimin had never seen him actually cry before and he was not going to et it change.
"Is he really?" he tries to smile, "Did you really believe the act?"
Jimin watches him and for the first time since he left, something akin to worry floods his eyes, "I did.
You might have considered me as a stepping stone to win something, but I always did consider you as a friend, so I know you, know how much in love you really are with him."
Taehyung's eyes tear up again as he looks at Jimin emotionally, "You do not know, that was all acting, I
was doing so to make being married to him easier-"
"No," Jimin shakes his head, "no, you, Taehyung, you love him and you know why I know that?"
Taehyung stares, eyes wide.
Jimin nods, "because eyes never lie.
Your eyes show how in love you are, Prince Taehyung. So much that you would have willingly sacrificed your kingdom if it was not your hyung's life on the line."
Taehyung presses his lips tightly together, not letting out a sound.
"I know you would," Jimin is saying, "he
is your first love, he is your first everything. His name is attached to your soul no? You dare deny that if, at this moment, I were to kil! him because my husband, your brother, told me to, you are not going to go rampant?"
Taehyung is shaking his head, "I would not, I would
not, it is-"
Jimin's eyes darkens in anger as he narrows his eyes, he listens to him rant for a few sentences before he shouts, "yes you would! For your moon's sake, Taehyung, Jungkook is not impossible to fall in love with, is he?"
"No," Taehyung whispers, stunned because he
did not ever see Jimin get so angry, "no ofcourse not. Just because his parents were like that-"
"See you care, you care enough to know that he was never loved by his parents, you know where the problems in this kingdom started, why do you keep denying it!?" Jimin shouts loudly.
"Fine! Fine, yes I love him, yes I am in love with him. Yes I would do everything you accuse me of, I would but it is not that easy Jiminie, not when I am Prince Taehyung and he is King Jeon Jungkook of the Jeon Kingdom. I am not a concubine anymore. He would never, ever love
Prince Taehyung back," his voice breaks, "I did not want to admit it because I am bare, I have nothing to my name anymore, not even respect, pride is all I have, pride is all I carry so why must I keep on saying I love him when he himself does not believe it?" He is shouting too,
his voice feels like its running raw, like it will bleed out any second but he knows if he does not say this now, he would never get to say it again because tonight, on the day he got married to the person he loves more than his life, to the person who will never love him back,
he decides it will be the last time he ever admits ever been in love.
This was it.
Because their lives were parallels.
They were to go forward together, but never to meet in between. Taehyung betrayed him because the hyung who would give his life for him was going to get
kil!ed if he did not. And Jungkook?
One thing Jungkook hates more than getting his kingdom taken away was being betrayed.
Taehyung knows, because he loves him.
To love someone, you need to know them, he does and he knows it was the end when he decided to leave that night.
He would not expect anything less from the King.
But it hurts all the same. Jimin knows that as his own eyes shine in tears when he sees the way Taehyung breaks down in sobs and curls into himself. He goes to hug him, shushing him softly, "it is going to be okay.
Everything is going to be just fine, Tae."
It was not. But tonight, the night of his wedding, a night he was supposed to be with his husband but is sobbing so hard, Taehyung will take it. Only for tonight.
"It is sad is it not? The King actually chose someone from the harem on their wedding night"
"Serves the prince right."
The whispers haunt him everywhere. Everywhere he goes so he has stopped going out of his room. Taehyung just sits on his window sill and stares outside,
stares at the acres of lands the Jeons has as gardens. Stares at strangers tend to them. He used to love gardening when he was back home but recently he liked to watch the things he love from far away, where he could not tend to them.
It was for the better afterall.
-I need to go study for now, but I will be back to update again so see you, xoxo
"The king is here," a maid announces and waits for him to say something though they both know him saying no would not matter anyways, Jungkook would come in.
But he still nods.
She bows to him and the King comes after her almost immediately. He watches as Jungkook looks all
around the untouched room before his gaze stops on him, he tilts his head downwards in a greeting.
Taehyung gets down from the window sill and bows low, "my king."
"you do not live here, my prince?" Jungkook asks, his voice sounding to be on the edge.
"I do," he says.
Jungkook's jaw becomes taut, "it does not look like you do, you do not have any belongings for yourself either? I do not see any jewelries, I do not see any you that you added, my prince."
Why does it matter to you? Taehyung wants to ask, but he bites his lips,
"I do not want to leave my mark here for when my king decides I need to go."
He can see the way Jungkook's jaw tightens more, can see the way his eyes darken in anger but the king only narrows his eyes, "you do need to go," he yields, Taehyung's heart drops in his stomach.
"But only temporarily because I need to go on a war. There is a war approaching and I want my prince out of the way and in safety."
"No," Taehyung retorts almost immediately, "no you do not get to send me away."
Jungkook narrows his eyes further, "it is only for your safety, I
have bound you to me, I am not letting you go-"
"No," he says again, looking away when Jungkook meets his adamant eyes, "I do not see any reason for me to be safe, especially not when the safety comes form you, my king."
Jungkook looks appalled. The King lets out an exasperated
breath, "you did not have any problem acting all fragile and seeking for safety under my wings when you were acting to be a helpless concubine, so why now?"
"That is the keyword, my kind, helpless concubine. To play the part, I could let go of my pride. I am not in the position
to act beyond my pride-"
"You sold your pride to me when you married me," Jungkook grits out, "what pride?"
"What pride?" Taehyung asks slowly, eyes stinging, "Pride that comes with marrying you my king, I am talking about that pride."
"I did not give you any pride."
"You did not need to. The moment you decided to make me a king to stand beside you, I got that pride. One you are dragging through mud right now." He seethes, "So I refuse."
"When did I drag you through the mud? I have left you alone, gave you a
whole wing to keep to yourself, what more do you need?" Jungkook curses out loudly. "This is supposed to be a punishment to you but I keep on giving things to you like I would to my husband, so I do not, cannot possibly understand what more could you want?"
"Nothing!" Taehyung bursts, shouting on Jungkook's face, "nothing! Happy? I still refuse," he spits out.
Jungkook stands, stunned at the replay of memory he gets behind his eyelids- of Taehyung spitting at him the same way he did when he was a concubine and the similarity in
rage he sees in those eyes wrings him breathless. "Why do you have to make everything so hard, my prince? I am doing this for your safety. They are going to come after you before me because-"
"Why would they do that?" Taehyung balls his hands fists, "why would they possibly do
Jungkook gives him a scathing laugh, "you do not understand this do you. The situation?" The kings asks him mockingly.
Taehyung's face heats up, "I just know that I am not important enough to affect the situation."
"God," Jungkook curses, grips his wrist to pull him
closer, "you are a king now, my king. That in itself puts a mark on your head. How do you not understand that being how smart you are?"
Taehyung wrenches his wrists free, "that should not matter to you! The kil! me, you marry someone else and make them the king or the queen. It
should make you feel better, happier-"
Jungkook grits his teeth as his anger rises, "no one', he shouts, startling Taehyung, "no one gets to kil! you except me my prince and you have not being punished enough to get kil!ed. So you shall live, until I say you can di*. The maids
will pack your belongings. You are leaving for my winter castle tonight itself. Be ready, prince Taehyung, I will not tolerate further disobedience from you." Jungkook grits out, giving him a burning look before he thunders out of the room.
Taehyung falls on a heap, looking at the door as if it has burned him alive. So now he cold not even decide if he wanted to live or di*?
Even the freedom to breath belonged to the king?
The sobs he lets out echoes around his room. It does not stop for hours. Nobody stops him.
"Did you throw away the necklace I gave you back then?" Jungkook asks as he matches his eyes that night. Taehyung nods slowly- the Jeon insignia on the chain around his arm burning insistently.
Jungkook nods solemnly before holding out his hand, another necklace shines on it under the moonlight, "wear this one then. Do not dare to take it off. This is a necklace designed specifically for my husband. So, do not take if off."
Taehyung takes it silently, does not question in front of so many eyes. Partly because he is afraid Jungkook is going to say something that will cause him to break in front of them. Partly because he did not want to fight the King.
He is looking down, not meeting
the King's eyes anymore.
Jungkook bites his lip as he takes a step back and watches as the guards and the maids hold Taehyung's hand to help him up the carriage, his hands tightening in the hold he has behind him.
He wonders, briefly very briefly, if he will ever get to see
him ever again or not.
He turns around as the carriage disappears into the night, even in his de*th, he will make sure Taehyung remains as his.
Taehyung watches the oil burning inside the hanging lamp, wondering if this was the last time he will see the king. Thinking how with the king's de*th, he would also lose all his reasons to live.
How Jungkook was both his sanity and insanity wrapped in one.
He looks down at the necklace, a diamond one in the shape of a coin, a flower etched on it with excellent craftmanship. He tears up when he sees exactly what flower it is.
Why? He thinks. If this was to go for any nameless 'husband', why did it have a jasmine engraved on it.
He looks outside and looks at the moon. Then, he prays, prays after ages to the moon to ask her to keep Jungkook safe, to help the king out.
With his hands enclapsed in each other, he prays. Hoping for the moon to grant him mercy yet again.
He sees something that night, something that looked like a dream but turned out to be his worst nightmare as he slept with his head against the carriage wall.
He dreams of Jungkook, looking down at him as tenderly as he did before he betrayed him.
In there, he is cupping his cheeks, running his thumb over them as Taehyung watches him, breathless and with love filled in his eyes. "You are so beautiful," Jungkook is whispering the words, so that it is just for them, so that not even the walls could hear the words.
"How can I concubine be this beautiful?" Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung's heart breaks at the word but he still smiles, "not more than you my king."
Jungkook shakes his head, he goes to say something but then his face contorts and Taehyung watches, horror taking over his system
as Jungkook starts coughing out blo*d all of a sudden, his face turning in agony. Taehyung is sobbing all of a sudden, trying to ease the pain but to no avail because Jungkook is pushing him away with a look that screams betrayal.
"Y-you, what have I ever done to you? Why
would you let them kil! me? What did I ever do to you to deserve such a hideous dea*h-"
"No," Taehyung is shouting, "I love you, I love you- I would not-"
"Then what is this?" Jungkook shouts back, showing Taehyung the arrow lodged right into Jungkook's heart, "what is this?"
"I-", Taehyung goes to say something, words dying on his tongue when he sees exactly who is holding the arrow from behind Jungkook.
His eyes get wide, pain shines in them when he sees his own eyes staring back at him menacingly, "what are you staring at Taehyung?"
His other self says, "this is what we came here to do. We are done, we have to leave-"
"What have you done?" the real Taehyung screams, "what the fu'k have you done? I love him, I love him-"
"No," the other Taehyung thunders, "you do not. This king has made a weaker version
of me and you should be sent off rather than worshipped."
"Okay", he relents, "destroy me. But keep him, keep my king safe-"
The arrow plunges in deeper and Jungkook screams in pain. The other Taehyung smirks, "what did you say?"
Taehyung can remember trying to push the other
self, trying to do something to save Jungkook but to no avail, just watches as the life slowly blinks out from his eyes. Taehyung is sobbing uncontrollably, cursing at the other and his own breathing stops when he sees the Jungkook is gone, lays there lifeless. He screams, a ear
bleeding one and wakes up screaming.
The carriage has stopped. It was raining heavily as he looks around in confusion. Wiping at his tears as he looks at the confused face of the guards. It was a nightmare but it felt so real.
It was him.
It was him who brought this on Jungkook in real life too. If the king di*d, it would be because of him and he does not think he could ever live.
He would not. "Take me back", his voice is shaky as he says that.
"You cannot", a guard says, rain pouring heavily on him. Taehyung
gulps, nods. They will not take him back.
He will have to go back to the king himself, by escaping as soon as he reached the winter castle because he was sure he would not live with himself if this time he was not the one getting an arrow plunged in him to protect his love.
— that is it for the update, was this update painful?
See you tomorrow!
The maids bow to him and leaves the room with a small thud. It is still raining heavily outside and thundering consistently.
Taehyung blows out the candle as he looks outside, there was a time he used to hate thunders, he does not know how in between, he lost his innocence
enough to not fear such a calamity anymore.
He wishes it would stop though, because escaping would become near impossible then.
He looks away to wear his robe still. The necklace Jungkook gave sits on his chest, wrapped around his neck, glistening even in the darkness.
"Forgive me, Jungkook," he whispers to the howling wind, "for the last time. I promise to listen to all your requests after I ensure you will not die on me."
"But I need to see you now," his voice gets melancholic, "after the dream, I have to see you."
A part of him is screaming at him, saying how much of a big mistake he is making, that he could die in this storm and nobody would even find his body but another part of him believes he could reach Jungkook. He has after all studied all of Jungkook's land and routes before
He knew exactly what he was getting into when he did, except he did not expect to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. However, in the situation he is in now, he is only lucky he did because being forced to marry someone he did not love somehow felt like it was worser.
He pulls the hood over his head and looks down from the window. A rope should do.
A prince in their realm, especially in one where your own kin is trying to kill you, you learn many things, even using a rope to come down from the second floor of the castle.
The only drawback? Taehyung has never done this in the rain.
The rain falls heavily on his shoulder as he starts going down. It is too dark outside, ominously so. The rain shields him from the guard's eyes. He can already feel the bitter cold of the rain seep through his heavy
robes as he gets down.
He shivers, pulls the hood tighter around his hear as he starts walking. He is at the back of the castle, where there are no walls as only acres of forest lay heavy ahead.
Taehyung starts shivering as he walks steadily, the coin of the necklace clutched
tightly in his fist, parallel to his heart as he walks, his head down and then he enters the forest. The shroud covers him and he does not stop walking, completely missing the multiple pairs of eyes watching him from deeper into the forest.
Jungkook is looking outside, at the thundering sky, it has been hours since it started raining but it is not stopping. He wonders what bad luck will it bring now.
Just then, he hears an urgent knock on door and frowns, it is 3 am in the morning. The guards know not to
"What is it?" He calls out, standing still as a guard comes in with an uneasy look on his face, "your highness. A gua-guard from the winter palace has ar-rived-"
Jungkook heart freezes, but he does not show, "and?" His tone is casual even.
The guard gulps.
"He sa-says, he says-" he voice shakes horribly. Jungkook's eyes darken as he waits longer, his patience wearing thin, "It is Prince Taehyung." He bows lower in fear of a wrath he knows will come.
Jungkook's voice drops, the guard starts to shake, "what about him?"
guard does not dare look up, "he has escaped from the winter castle. T-they found a rope attached from his room-"
"What?" Jungkook thunders, his heart dropping completely, "he escaped?" He echoes, looking outside. The rain is getting heavier by the second.
The King curses as
he runs out of the room, in his inner robe as the guard runs after him.
"Prepare my horse", the king's voice booms as guards bow to him, "I am leaving for the winter castle now. General, have this castle and the winter castle checked all over for the prince. Send guards out
around this area to find him. You have to find him." He seethes.
They bring the horse.
"Your highness, it is raining pretty heavily, we could send more guards around the perimeter-"
"Just do what I told you to do," Jungkook grits out, looking ahead as he gets on the horse.
"it is not safe for you, in this ghastly weather-" the general tries to argue- but Jungkook cuts him off with a scathing look, "then you think it will be safe for the prince?"
The general shuts off. The king does not look back anymore as he whips the protesting horse and gallops
A heavy curtain of rain forms around the king, drenching him all over in his inner robes. The general hurries, "go go after him, there should even be a scratch on him and for the moon's sake, seek the prince out before the king goes mental."
Jungkook reaches the winter palace in no time. The grave faces of the drenched guards and maids wait for him. "Where? He seethes, "where was he last seen?"
They are his most trusted set of maids and guards, he could not trust Taehyung with anyone else and yet, the prince managed
to escape from here too.
A maid speaks, hunched fully, "hi-his room, yo-your highness. We prepared him for bed and the guards have checked, he even blew his candles out. We did not notice he was gone until another guard found a rope underneath his window."
Jungkook looks crazed as he looks up at the said room he himself had set for the prince, he curses out loud, startling everyone, "fu*k, Taehyung,"
His heart is raging a rampant over his body as everything starts to feels painful to him, as his vision tunnels.
Why the fuxk
had he escaped this time? Jungkook knows he has done everything in his power to keep him bonded to him and yet why would he escape, what does he have to escape to?
He took his brother away, he took his kingdom away, he married him so no other person could ever dare to touch
He did so many things, Jungkook thinks desperately, looking around, how are they still not enough for the prince to just stay with Jungkook? What more could the prince want?
He always keeps on wanting and wanting from him, and Jungkook keeps on giving him and yet every
single time, Taehyung still stays out of his reach.
Jungkook feels like he has given so much up for this one man only to always end up in a circle and now, standing in the heavy rain, being as powerful as he is, feeling as powerless he feels, he realizes Taehyung would always
be that much far out of his reach.
It kills a part inside him.
"Your highness," a shivering voice calls out. He nods numbly, "We searched through the forest and found this. The maids say it is the prince's."
He looks down at the hand presented in front of him and feels his heart break to pieces, his insides shrivel up as he sees the chain with the Jeon insignia with it.
Jungkook's hand tightens around the said chain, so the prince did not throw this way.
He smiles, a small bitter
The King keeps the chain wrapped haphazardly around his hand as he gets on his horse again, so Taehyung went past the forest and into the past it did he?
Since he was not in the forest anymore.
He promises fuxking moon that is absent tonight, that he will find the prince and he will be damned if he ever lost him again.
Taehyung clutches his arm tightly with the other hand, the blo*d seeps through his fingers, staining them. He winces but does not stop walking
as he looks around. If he remembers correctly, there should be a pathway leading straight to one of Jungkook's other castles from here.
His clothes are in shambles with tears all over but he is still holding on as he walks though his pace has slowed down. He is chilled to his
bone and is shivering all over.
The rain has slowed down a bit now but the aftermath of it is equally has chilling if not more with the biting wind it left behind. Even the moon dares to peak behind the dark clouds, he does not mind her as he walks.
He could feel his body weakening however and prays that he could at least find the pathway before he faints.
Taehyung's eyelids have gone half lidded by then, with rain drops clinging to his lashes, his hair.
Everything actually turns to look hazier by the second. But he is
relentless. He still has his coin necklace clutched in his hand tightly, so very tightly, a kind of fear working in him on having lost the previous necklace before from when he was running away from them.
He has cried for it, bawled his eyes out because it was the first
thing he ever got from Jungkook, it was a token of what their relationship was and yet he lost it.
He had absolutely refused to let this one go after that because there was no way he loses this one. He might lose a limb, but not something, probably the only thing he will ever
get from his love.
Tears gather in his eyes from how frustrated he feels, he just wants to see Jungkook, just wants to curse him out for sending him so fa away from him, just wants to be in his embrace for a night before both of them die.
His heart starts to beat erratically when he hears them again, eyes widening, no- he escaped them the first time, how was he going to do it the second time?
Taehyung's mind turns queasy as he looks around, search for anything that is going to hide him but all the huts of the
village are locked up, everyone was sleeping.
Not aware that the other king of their kingdom was just going to pass them, not aware that he is in danger.
While walking through the forest, Taehyung has met with a group of rogue wolves, the moon creatures known for how vicious,
and dangerous they are. None of their victims had survived any of the attacks before this. It was just Taehyung's luck, they sniffed him out and had run after him. One of them had jumped over him, tore his robes, scratched at his arm and gave him wounds everywhere
which was why he was ble*ding.
He escaped because he was smart enough to and because the rain had aided him, now with no rain, no forest to shade him, they were going to kil! him.
Taehyung could feel the panic settle as his eyes start to feel heavier, his breathing getting
He is shaking all over, he is ble*ding, he could feel the cold seeping in and settling all over his body and he could hear the wolves howling so so near him. He feels like v*miting with how anxious he feels.
Taehyung falls on his knees and lands himself on the fresh mud
He winces and feels his eyes sting.
It is so unfair.
The moon goddess was so unfair. He just wanted to see the king, he just wanted to make sure he is there to lay his life for the king when the time came and yet he is here, lying his life for the creatures the moon
goddess herself blessed. He wonders why he still prays to her when she never listens, why he even tries to believe in her when this is how he ends up in.
A prince, muddied, ble*ding from several wounds, crying on his knees, knowing he was going to di* because who was going to
His king? The very king who was punishing him and testing his love by going to other concubines and disrespecting his very statues as his husband?
His brother? The same brother he was forced to leave, the king of the same kingdom he did not belong in anymore?
There was no one. he breaths out, freezes when he feels them. His heart is in his throat as he starts shaking badly.
Taehyung turns slowly to meets sets of bloody red eyes, gulps.
This was it.
He will get a death worser than that of a concubine huh?
He smiles, tears fall from his fearful eyes.
That is fair, he thinks, that will be fair to his love, this would made Jungkook happy. The one who betrayed the king will die knowing no one will come for him, knowing only the tangible feeling of loneliness and fear gripping him.
He deserves it, he knows because he has betrayed the one feeling that is supposed to be the purest, he has betrayed the one who has sat him on a pedestal and called him the purest.
He has shamed him, he deserves this.
He meets the wolves eyes, eyes hardening. He deserves this yes but he is also prince who has married the King of the Jeon kingdom, he will not shame his brother, will not shame his husband anymore.
He meets the wolves' eyes head on, ready to di*.
Just then, something else happens.
Something that finally feels like a dream happens. Like the warmth he needed to hold on.
He sees a horse, a horse that gallops through the wind and skids to a halt in front of him, he sees a figure gets down and the crispy sound of a sword
unsheathing. He /feels/ the fights from the intensity of it, his heart drops when it registers exactly who it was.
"J-Jungkook," his eyes widen, Jungkook was here? All alone to fight these beings? What, no, no, he could not let the king be harmed when he was the one who-
"Jungkook", he shouts, his nerves frayed, fear coming up tenfolds, "get away, get away from there. They came for me, get away."
The King does not listen to him, his eyes are hardened, jaw locked in place as he fights. He has wounds now too, but he does not look like he is in
pain as anger overthrows everything else.
Taehyung is shaky on his feet as he drags himself up, he needs to distract the wolves, there were too many. Too many to kil! one of them and save the other, and Taehyung decides he would rather be the former one than the latter.
He feels numb already.
And Jungkook has given him a reason to di* happily now by coming all the way, he has to be the sacrifice, be it here or there.
"Jungkook", he takes a shaky step back, tearing more of his clothes so his blo*died wounds could be seen, could be smelled,
so he attracts the beast, the king's eyes widen when he notices him and he fights with more vigour, desperation seeping into his eyes along with anger.
"Taehyung, get behind the horse get behind my horse- do not make this worser-", he keeps on fighting. Some of the wolves smell
him and lose their interest on Jungkook. The King notices, panics and cuts himself through the whole of his upper arms instead0 he was not letting anything happen to Taehyung, it would rather be him, always be him.
Just then, the guards come in, in their horses and shield the
king and the prince completely as they start fighting instead. Jungkook grips Taehyung's arm tightly in his, not letting go even when the prince winces.
The King looks crazed, and so so angry, his eyes wrecks over him still before they match his eyes, "what the fuxk were you
thinking concubine?" He seethes, angered beyong belief, "you could have di*d! Have you gone completely crazy?"
Taehyung watches him, feeling the weakness seeping into his bones as his eyes tear up, lips shiver in a silent cry, "no," he is speaking though he cannot hear himself,
"no, what were you thinking, jumping in front of a bunch of hungry wolves?" He thinks he is shouting but he cannot hear himself, "you could have d*ed, you have a kingdom, you are a-"
"A king," Jungkook seethes, gripping his waist, "a king is nothing without his this concubine."
Taehyung feels the pain searing through still, a concubine huh? He still gets the respect as a concubine? Something so shameful and he is nothing with the title?
He shoves at the king, "Your this concubine is de*d, has been since the night I escaped. You do not get to call me
a concubine-" The words freezes on the tip of his tongue when he feels the king push his forehead against his forehead and closes his eyes.
"Please," the king begs, "I do not have any reason to love you as a prince, so please, let me love you, protect you as the concubine."
Taehyung shivers, his heart drops as more tears spring up in his eyes till he is forced to close them. Jungkook continues, "the prince betrayed me, betrayed my kingdom, as the king I cannot protect that prince, I cannot love that prince, I cannot do anything,
my hands are tied, my pride would not let me."
The king breathes out shakily, "The concubine has never done anything to me, he has only loved a broken, impure soul like me, has only given his pure soul to make my wrongs right. I owe the world to him so please let me. You say
you love me and yet, why, why is it that you do not understand me?"
Taehyung is shaking his head adamantly but the holds on his waist gets tighter and tighter and for some reason Taehyung cannot breath anymore. He could not function anymore.
"Why is it that you are always running away from me and I always have to chase behind you?" Jungkook asks, his tone nothing short of accusing.
"Why is it so hard to keep you? I married you, closed every single escape route for you and you still ran away, am I that unlovable?
Hot tears roll out of Taehyung's eyes, mashes with the tears from Jungkook's cheeks and the prince is vehemently shaking his head, "no, no , I love you, this prince loves you as much as the concubine did, I promise, I was going to come to you, my king." He breaths out
and hears the king give out a huff before he hugs him tightly to him. The rain starts to fall all around them again.
"I do not believe you but its okay, I have you again."
Taehyung is shaking his head, "no, I was- I was-"
"The winter castle is mine, you could have sent me a
letter to visit you in the morning, I was only a letter away. I am not going to take your word so shush, my prince, let me be."
Taehyung eyes are wide, filled with pain and tears, maybe, maybe d*ing would have been easier than walking on this thin plank of trust with Jungkook.
The King's master bedroom is deeper into the Winter castle with windows that lead to the inner courtyard instead of the outside so that is where Jungkook allocates him to, the next morning.
By the time, he was bought to the castle, he had a fever running, enough to make him
weak and shriveled up in the King's arms.
Jungkook had him bathed with warm milk and roses- cautioned the maids to be extra gentle but Taehyung himself does not notice because he is too out of it. When they helped him put his sleeping robes on,
and get to the bedroom.
He is feverish but gets more alert when he notices Jungkook was there, sitting down on the edge of his own bed and watching him with unreadable eyes as they help him into the bed.
They bow to the both of them before leaving.
Jungkook's eyes are on him, asking him if he could come near silently. Taehyung nods as he lies down on the bed, watching him with slightly blurry eyes.
Jungkook comes near to stop at his feet and looks down at them. His fingers brush along the blisters Taehyung got from all
the running, Taehyung flinches ever so slightly. The King lifts his feet and puts them on his lap with a click of his tongue, "I told the maids to take care of your everything, why have they not applied any ailment to your feet? Are the other wounds uncleaned too?"
He shakes his head mutely, staring at the King.
Jungkook just gives me a look before getting up to get a jar of oil from somewhere in the room- it was Jungkook's bedroom after all. He sits again to start massaging Taehyung's feet.
Taehyung's eyes widen, "my king, the maids can
do it, leave-"
Jungkook meets his eyes, "let me," he says in the same monotonous tone he uses on him." Taehyung's voice gets clogged with a particular whimper when the rub starts to feel good.
"It is what I use," Jungkook is saying, looking down at his feet, gently massaging
them, "because the healer says it helps with muscle pain."
Taehyung nods mutely. His eyes get teared up the more he watches Jungkook, "why?" he asks, "why are you treating me so gently now? Am I not the betrayer anymore?"
Jungkook's hands on his feet still, just for a bit
before he resumes massaging again.
"I told you why already, concubine."
Taehyung flinches before he pulls his feet to himself and lets the King's hands fall down limply in his lap, making him look at him in question.
"You are being so gentle with me as you are seeing me as the concubine?" Taehyung snaps.
Jungkook watches him, before giving a slight nod.
"I know you told me your pride will not let you love me as the prince, but look at me, my King, do I look like a concubine to you?"
"Your beauty has always been unexplainable as a concubine," Jungkook shakes his head, curses, "God, not even the moonlight could hold a candle to your beauty."
Taehyung feels his face heat up, "all it took for me was running away to be honest with me?"
Jungkook's eyes darken, he barks out a laugh, "talking about your beauty is nothing to be shameful about. You are a sin wrapped in heaven and I have committed the sin just like you planned."
"You told me you love me, you asked me to allow myself to be the concubine so you could
Jungkook looks away from him and gets up. "It was a childish request was it not?"
"Yes," Taehyung blinks and Jungkook's heart scorch up in pain, "It was because the concubine and the prince are all me. You cannot request me to become the fragile, worthless concubine-"
"the concubine was not worthless!" Jungkook snaps, "he was not worthless."
"He was me!" Taehyung tries to shout, "he is me! You fell in love with me, admit it."
"You just want a confession is that it?"
"No, I just want you to acknowledge me as a prince."
Jungkook does not say anything for a while but then Taehyung gets up and kneels on the bed to look at him desperately. "You love me, you love just like I love you."
Taehyung curses, "you idiot of a king, it is me!"
Jungkook shakes his head, adamant, "no-"
Taehyung breaths out, "okay I acted like a helpless concubine. Okay, I understand but you knew from the minute I stepped into that Harem that I was no concubine, that I was prince Taehyung of the Min kingdom and you still let yourself fall? Why?"
Jungkook's eyes darkens, "I will talk to you later about this-"
"No", Taehyung says firmly, "why did you save me Jungkook? Why did you come for me?"
"I told you why, I-", Jungkook goes to say but Taehyung interrupts him again, "you were lying to me were you not?"
Something drops in Taehyung and he crumbles, "you were lying to me," he whispers out, "you lied to me when you told me you loved me. You do not do you? Was this one of your elaborate plan to punish me? To take advantage of me loving you and giving me hope only to crush it?"
Jungkook fists his hands as he stares at him ridiculously, "what? Do you hear yourself right now?"
Taehyung grits his teeth as he nods, "yeah, just two days before you fuxking slept with another concubine, now you want me to believe this act?"
Jungkook growls, "what?"
He gives a hasty nods, blinks back tears, "you think in your sick twisted head that you would take your revenge by getting my hopes up, caring for me and then leave me, sleep with other /concubines/ and laugh at me with them-"
Jungkook blinks, "what the fuxk, do you even think
before you even speak? Me?" He barks out, making Taehyung flinch, "I, King Jeon, would laugh at you with concubines?"
Jungkook gives a derogatory laugh, "this is hilarious. Never have I ever given you a reason to doubt me, it has always been you leaving me behind and now
"You slept with those concubines while you are married to me-"
"I DID NOT!" Jungkook bursts, "I did not fuxking sleep with anyone neither did I touch anyone since I fuxking touched you. How dare you think so low of me when you are the one always betraying me?"
Taehyung's resolve shakes but he still glares at the King, thinks he is lying, "the rumours, I heard them, they were all laughing at me, calling me poor old prince-"
Jungkook raises both of his hands in anger, "you love has no meaning does it? On what basis did you say you are
in love with me when you cannot even trust me-"
"On what basis would you say you are in love with me then?" Taehyung seethes, his lips curling in anger.
"It was a mistake! My god, my fuxking luck to have fallen in love with you-"
"You do not love me! Stop lying!" Taehyung cries out, hands clenched, "I can take any of your punishment but I cannot, I cannot take you acting to love me only to break my heart, it will ki!l me."
Jungkook gives out a stony glare, "you, Prince Taehyung, are a piece of sh*t. You
are so selfish, it is always about you, no? Fine," Jungkook shakes his head, "fine, believe whatever the hell you want to believe. I might just doing all the things you accuse me of doing because what is the point? You always betray yet I will always be the one at fault."
Taehyung gives out a hollow laugh as he watches Jungkook leave.
He falls on a heap in the bed, "it was all an act, " he whispers, "you just want to be seen as the innocent one in this game and I have given you every reason of doing all those by acknowledging them.
Sobs wreck his body but he stifles then when Jungkook is announced into his room again. The king looks pensive as he walks to stand in front of him, "Taehyung."
"Why are you here again? To make me believe your fake confession-"
"No," Jungkook looks down at him, "I am here with
a proposal actually, Our previous fight was useless."
It was useless, of course it was. Taehyung was useless to Jungkook. "What is it?" he asks as he rubs at his eyes furiously. The King bends to cup his jaw tightly to tilt his face to look at him, "I do not think we can ever
trust each other to speak the truth."
Taehyung eyes burn with more tears as Jungkook goes on, "but we can use this to come to an agreement to help each other out. How about," Jungkook pauses, watches him, "you use your beauty to lure all the kings in for me to kil! them? Just
like you lured me in under your previous king's demands? Hmm?"
"You are a beauty to behold," Jungkook whispers right against his ears, his lips brushing against the sensitive lobes, "you are fierce, any King would get trapped on the web you spin for them. And I will let you free
of my shackles after all these ends? How about that? Is it not what you want? To be free from me?" Jungkook shifts to match his eyes. Taehyung trembles horribly, the king feels it, he can see how those tears flood his eyes but he waits.
He does not need to wait long though.
Jungkook freezes, his insides shake, "what?"
Taehyung gives a small nod, "okay," he moves his face away forcefully from the grip, Jungkook lets him go, "if that is what you want than I shall give it to you, thank you for being honest with me."
He whispers, "that is all I needed. I cannot ever make you not doubt me, I cannot ever live peacefully here, if this is all it takes for you to free me and not doubt me anymore, than that is what I shall do, I accept your proposal."
Jungkook is frozen still as he watches him. Taehyung rubs the slot of tears away, "just one request though, I want you to act as my proper husband throughout the duration." He shivers, "I know I m contradicting the proposal but behind the doors, I want you to be
my proper husband, so take me back to the castle with you, let me sleep in your room, you cannot sleep with the concubines anymore, not until I leave."
Jungkook is numb as he gives a simple nod before turning around to leave again ad Taehyung? Taehyung finally gives up.
He does not cry anymore, the tears in him as dried off because this was the last thread and Jungkook himself cut it off.
There was no means for him to cry anymore, there was nothing for him to dwell anymore either.
His life right now had become that of an actual concubine and
he did not feel much pain. Maybe it was because deep down he knew ultimately he would either di* or Jungkook would leave him, it was both of it because his pride, his love, his respect everything had di*d along with Jungkook's words and it does not even pain him anymore.
- that is it for the update, did you enjoy?
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The next day, he is taken back to the main castle and he finds Jungkook is actually throwing a celebration of a kind for their wedding.
He wonders, briefly, very briefly, if it was all part of the King's twisted plan- that he wanted Taehyung to believe that he loved him and
when Taehyung would refuse to believe it, he would offer this.
How else was the king to have a celebration of their wedding without him in it?
He nods when the maid asks him if she should put the royal embroidered robe on him, Taehyung feels shame fill up his nerves, edge him.
Because the robe he is wearing has the Jeon insignia on it and he has to do such shameful act while wearing it. He has lost the chain too.
He feels useless again, does not know where he stands.
Just then Jungkook is being announced into his room. He gulps when he meets his
eyes, looks away because he cannot bear the pain, the ache anymore, he finds.
"Everything is set," the king says, "the guests have started to arrive. I will introduce you in between the celebration, yes?"
Taehyung nods mutely, he feels his inside crumbling now that he sees
the king, he wants to fall on his knees, beg to the king to let him away from his hell, he is so close to just grip his ankles, bow his head and beg- like all the commoners do because they are that powerless.
This time, it is Taehyung, far more powerless than he ever was than
when he was a concubine.
But what could he possibly say to the man who himself was bringing his doom to him?
So he jerks a nod, "I am ready, I shall do as was discussed. My things-"
The King watches him before nodding at the maids to leave them alone, "I will have them be
sent to my bedroom tonight."
He does not say anything but looks down, the king stares, his jaw ticks, "this should make you happy should it not?"
Taehyung smiles bitterly, "seducing people? Actually becoming a concubine from a prince? This should make me happy? You are right,
Jungkook curses but then there is a knock on the door, Jimin pokes his head in, "so this is where the king is, attached to his husband and forgetting his duties."
Jungkook snarls, Taehyung sighs, "I am not, he was just-"
"Prince Taehyung, my king is looking for you
so I told him to wait out in the gardens you love so much."
Taehyung goes to speak but Jimin just bows his head, "it would be in your best intentions to not keep my king waiting."
He keeps his head bowed until he feels the other leaving and looks up at Jungkook with narrowed
eyes, "King Jeon Jungkook has been under everyone's watch because of how much of a threat he is. Everyone is aware of the power he holds, of the sinister mind he holds, of the insane intellectual he holds, I have agreed with that for the longest time but today, you have proved
all of us wrong because in reality you are nothing but an idiot, King Jungkook." Jimin says, with no emotion in his eyes.
Jungkook watches him, "the Min kingdom has certainly changed you then."
Jimin barks out a laugh, "you think it is the Min kingdom that changed me? Let us
say I agree. What about you though?"
"What about me?" Jungkook retorts, looking away from the growling intense gaze on him.
Jimin snorts, "why have you changed? The prince of the Min kingdom changed you just like the Min kingdom changed me?"
Jungkook's jaw sets but his eyes remain emotionless, his expression hardening ever so slightly, "nonsense! What are you on about? I am perfectly fine."
He raises his nose in the air as Jimin crosses his hands on his chest, "I am going to be frank with you, King Jeon, you were
not as cruel with the previous king as you are with your husband and it pains me to see you more damaged than before."
Jungkook frowns, holds a gulp back, "he did not damage me-"
"When he was the concubine, you told him you were using his purity to erase your wrongs. Because of
him, you could but with the sin you are committing now, King Jeon, there will be no going back."
Jungkook's face sets then, as all the expressions wipes off of his face, he looks stoic, "everything I said back then is false. He was the prince, not pure, not innocent, I knew-"
Jimin's eyes flashes, "exactly, he is a prince, not a /concubine/, he is pure. You were not lying to him back then, Jungkook, I know."
Jungkook squares his shoulders, "he agreed to this. It is not a sin if he agrees."
"He agreed because he loves you."
Jungkook withers ever
so slightly, "does he? He still runs away from me though."
His tone is sad, so sad and melancholic that it freezes the words in Jimin's tongue as he watches the fierce king of the Jeon kingdom look so fragile, so anguished as if someone had taken his reason to live away.
He shakes his head, he wants to deny it, he wants to believe Taehyung's cries, Taehyung's own anguished eyes but he is also none the wiser is he?
Jungkook looks at him with a rueful smile, "trust me, Jiminie, I would have given him the world if he asked for it, I will give
him everything he ever asks for. This sin you say I am committing is also me giving him the freedom he so wants from me. I cannot just give it to him without sacrificing my pride as a king who got betrayed so this is me, sacrificing my heart, my conscious
to give him a way out."
He pauses, looks outside the window as his face crumbles for just a second, "he does not want to be mine, he wants freedom and this is me giving it to him in the only way I know. If I were to just let him go, I would not be able to live with myself,
because I would blame myself for letting the reason I started to live walk away. Now, I let him choose. I cam die knowing I got him what he wanted while also trying to keep my heart sane."
Jimin feels his eyes sting as he shakes, "you really fell in love with him," he whispers.
Jungkook smiles, it looks so painful. The king cannot breath but he refuses to acknowledge the tears in his eyes, the way his throat feels like thousands of pins hold it tightly, suffocating him, "he is a beauty to behold, he was..."he pauses, breaths out, "easy to fall for.
God, he is so easy to fall in love with but he is so hard to love, he is so painful to love, its kil!ing me from the inside everyday and he is impossible," Jungkook lets out a painful snort as tears start falling from his eyes- years, it has been years since Jimin last saw the
king crying and he watches, shocked as the king crumbles right in front of him.
"to fall out of love. No matter how much he hurts me, I cannot stop loving him and I am afraid I might never."
Jimin shakes his head vigorously, "then do not do this, my king, do not
do this. Do not let him go, make him fall in love with you, make him want to stay-"
"He tried to sold me off, Jimin, despite claiming to love me. I know he is going to kil! me in my sleep if I let my guard down. For his freedom, he will do it."
Jimin cannot refute to that
because he himself did not know. But he still shakes his head, "I understand but do you not see it?"
Jungkook is silent as his shoulders shake in silent sobs. Jimin shakes his head, "if you have to give him freedom, could you not find any other way? Seeing him with someone else
is not going to do you any good-"
Jungkook wipes at his eyes furiously, schools his face to look normal as he shakes his head, "maybe seeing how he trats them like he did me will open my eyes and help me stop loving him-"
"No!" Jimin snaps, "no, why do you not understand?
"This is going to kil! you, my king. What your parents were not able to do, this /will/. There is no escape-"
Jungkook raises his hand and shakes his head, "yeah, I," he pauses, breathes out, "yeah, it will be worth
it because then I would not have to watch the happiness in his eyes wither away because I was selfish enough to not let him go."
Jimin is stunned to silence as he watches the king leave the room, his insides twisting horribly at the fate these two lovers had.
Jungkook watches as the Taehyung stands in the corner, curled into himself despite looking like the moon hanging over all these pheasants. He is talking to other kings but he still watches him from the corner of his eyes.
It is hard, from the time his eyes fell on him,
he has not being able to take his eyes off of him.
It seems, he was not the only one though.
Even though Taehyung was doing his best to stay hidden, in the curtains, in the corner of the hall, kings, princes still found him and stared at him, approached him to strike a
It angers him when he notices Taehyung give them soft responses, like he did to him back then, it angers him that he is actually going along with what he asked of him, it angers him that Taehyung wants his freedom so much that he would bring himself down to this.
Jungkook would be okay if he did this only to him, he would be okay if he became a concubine only for him because ultimately he did make him his husband...but this, this just runs fire through his veins.
Ignites his inside. He snaps his gaze away and nods at the queen that is
conversing with him. "You marriage has been a revolutionary one, King Jeon."
He nods, "Getting to marry the only prince of the Ming kingdom, I suppose, is revolutionary."
She hums, "where is he? Is he still going to be kept as a secret like his former king kept him?
Is he still going to be kept a secret? Is his beauty not to be seen?"
He nods at her, his head held high, "he will be introduced shortly." Jungkook's eyes go back to Taehyung again and his insides freeze when he sees who he is talking to now, King Soojin.
The king who he
knows is the mastermind behind the largest conspiracy against him. His blood runs cold as he sees how Taehyung now has a soft smile on his face while he talks to him.
He wonders if this was the person that made the unseen beauty that was Kim Taehyung, the hidden prince, come
out to play his part in having Jungkook stripped off of his everything.
A sick, dirty thought comes in his mind- were they lovers before? Is that what the familiarity in Taehyung's eyes were while talking to Soojin? Did Soojin send his own lover to destroy Jungkook because
otherwise why would Kim Taehyung, the fiercely protected one, the only brother of King Min willingly come to him, that too as his concubine?
It leaves a hollow in Jungkook's chest, it leaves his chest painful enough to want to stop breathing but he just grits his teeth.
𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓵! 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓶𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸, 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵...
Jimin's words resound in his mind as he fists his hand and bows at the Queen before he starts walking towards Taehyung.
His feet feel like lead, weighing him down because his mind knew how much of a grave mistake he is going to make.
Jungkook walks right up behind Taehyung, his hand going around his waist to pull him firmly against him. He is so close that he can hear the little gasp the other
lets out. "King Soojin, you have found my husband before I announced him I see."
The smile on the other king seems to have frozen as he narrows his eyes at him, he looks briefly at Taehyung, Jungkook's hold on Taehyung gets tighter but Taehyung does not react.
"Anyone would find your husband, his beauty does precede all the others'."
Jungkook smiles but it looks more like him baring his teeth, "yes, could not let him go when he came right to me," he turns to look at Taehyung and matches his eyes, something in their gaze sizzle, "made
him mine as soon."
If Taehyung feels any surprise, he does not let it out, only tries to pull away from Jungkook slightly, Jungkook is relentless as he tightens the hold more, he would be damned if he lets Taehyung out of his hold now.
Soojin's jaw sets and that only confirms that Soojin did have something for Taehyung. He is going to kil! him, soon, and he is going to watch the life seep away from his eyes for the time Soojin kept his eyes on Taehyung tonight.
Taehyung is his husband now and anyone staring
will be punished.
He knows, it greatly contradicts with what he said to Taehyung, it greatly contradicts with his own conscious, his own stubbornness and pride but at the moment with Taehyung in his arms, he felt like the most powerful man in his arms with the man he loved in
in his arm.
Afterall a man in love was the most feared man.
No matter if Taehyung did not love him.
A dark thought of making this Taehyung's golden cage arises in his mind and he is too in his head to erase it immediately.
King Soojin stares at him, "you are as cruel as they say, King Jeon"
Jungkook's anger rises, "why do you say that?"
"Because otherwise Prince Taehyung would never choose the likes of you. A king who kil!ed his own parents for his greediness to take the throne, a king
who is known to be ruthless in all sense. Why would prince Taehyung of such mighty standard choose a rogue king?"
Jungkook snarls. Taehyung holds Jungkook's hands in his as if to stop him, "My king," Taehyung addresses Soojin, a pain sears around Jungkook's heart, "this is a
celebration. I would rather you not say such things to the king of the kingdom you are in right now-"
"King Soojin, if you will, this conversation shall end as I have important things to discuss with my husband," Jungkook puts in, grabbing Taehyung's wrist and dragging him away.
He drags him out in the balcony, away from all the prying eyes, "what the fuxk was that?"
Taehyung is surprised as he open his mouth, "what- what-"
"/my king/?" he snaps, "is everyone your king now?"
Taehyung does a double take, "he- I was just calling him that in respect-"
Jungkook gives out a delirious laugh, "oh is he your king now? Tell me, what love potion did he feed you for you to listen to him so blindly?"
Taehyung narrows his eyes, "where did I listen to him? I was just doing what you told me to do!"
Jungkook snorts, looking away.
It makes Taehyung seethe, "you were the one who told me to /seduce/ all those kings for you to kil! them,
"You did not have to look this happy while doing it," Jungkook shouts, "you looked like you were in your element, tell me was I really the first king you were a
concubine for or-"
The slap is so loud that it stings all over his face, painfully, as the sound of it echoes around the open sky. Taehyung is looking at him with darkened, angered eyes with so much anger shining in them that it reminds Jungkook of the first time he spat on him.
"Do not dare to say utter sh*t like that. It is fine that you do not believe me when I say I love you, it is fine that you do not believe me when I say dea*h would be better than the way you are treating me in this marriage, it is fine when you want to me to seduce
these kings for your gain, but you do not dare to put a finger on me, my character, my love for you for doing what you told me to do. I am only being nice to them because you told me to! If you really love me, do you not at least respect me for who I am?"
His eyes sting, "I understand that you do not trust me, but should you not at least give me the minimum self respect? I have not said anything for the time you have treated me as a mere /concubine/ despite being your husband-"
"You told me I was not your first," Jungkook says
silently, "you told me there were other before me, you tried to escape from me-"
Taehyung tears up further, "the thought of me sleeping with others is enough to lose my self respect as your husband?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "I, I-"
Taehyung cups his face and rubs at the
red mark, Jungkook does not react but stares at him, "I have told you this a few times before, my king," Taehyung's eyes glitters with tears, "I will say it again. Those kings mean nothing to me. I did not sleep with anyone, I was not lying on our first night together, I am still
a virgin because you did not do anything to me that night. These kings I have met only once before to hear their plan out" he pauses, breathes against him, "After I fell in love with you, I have wanted them de*d as much as you. But I am doing this only because you asked me to-"
"You were so quick in saying okay! You escaped form me again-"
Taehyung holds his face against his and puts their foreheads together, "I already explained what happened during all those times, you are not going to believe me now as well, I know, I just", he gives the king a
bitter smile, "I just want you to trust me again," his voice break horribly, "I do not know how to make you do that."
Jungkook shakes his head, "Just stay as mine, just for now, until I sort this out, stay as mine."
Theirs tears stained lips brush against each other as
Taehyung nods, gives lots of nods together, "I will stay forever I promise, I promise. Just, just treat me as your husband please, please, I cannot be a concubine anymore- it kil!s me to be called that- I hate it-"
Jungkook pulls him to himself in a tight embrace
as Taehyung shakes in his hold, "okay, okay, for now I will call you my prince, yes?"
Taehyung nods against his chest, "yes," he says silently, "it is all I ask for."
Jungkook closes his eyes, "like always, it is what you shall get."
"One of the kings have been assassinated, I know a few withdrew from hating on the Jeon Kingdom afterwards- in fear of getting assassinated because it is no surprise who has done it. The force against, is getting weaker." Yoongi says as he sits on the edge of the balcony.
His face is impassive.
Taehyung turns to look at him, moves his gaze away from the glittering horizon, "They are not giving up yet right?"
Yoongi sighs, "it is more complicated than that. Him getting to marry you has ignited more rage in the kingdoms."
"I was promised to no one though, how dare they rage."
Yoongi looks at him with a wry smile, "your beauty precedes everything. It is how even King Jeon figured out you were my brother from all the concubines sent with you. Did you know?"
Taehyung furrows his brow.
"I thought he knew me from before?"
Yoongi shakes his head, "nobody ever got a hand on any of your paintings, I made sure of that." He gives him a quirk of his lips, "and we sent in many concubines with you to not make it seem suspicious."
He sucks in a breath as his face sours, "he still figured out who you were as soon as he glanced at you."
Taehyung feels his heartbeat slowing as he puts his head on Yoongi's shoulder, "I am glad he fell in love with me while knowing who I am, and not as a concubine."
Yoongi hums, "he really loves you?"
Taehyung matches his eyes, "I think so, because I got away with betraying the supposed ruthless king."
"Jimin loves me I think." Yoongi says.
Taehyung bites his lip, "you are treating him well like you promised right?"
Yoongi does not say anything but Taehyung knows that his brother kept his promise. "You do not want to leave do you, Tae?"
His heart stills for a second before he shakes his head, "I got married to him, he has become my truth now-"
"After all this ends, he might let go of you."
Taehyung looks back at the horizon, the sun looks like it is melting into thousands of different stars, darkening with the approaching night. "I will not let the one I love let go of me, hyung."
"Even if he takes another?"
"I do not know what I will do then." He says silently.
Yoongi hugs his shoulder and pulls him to him, "tell me whenever, I will take you out of there, I promise."
Taehyung does not say anything anymore. "He is coming to pick me up tonight."
"He will not even let you stay out of there for one night?" Yoongi snorts.
Taehyung shakes his head fondly, "he stayed away from me for the two days it took me to come here. He will take me back tonight."
He sits in the carriage and looks outside to see Jungkook riding on his horse. He has been riding on that horse for days, he knows but the king insisted to come pick him up.
Jungkook has his spine straight but the tiredness in his eyes is prevalent now in the moonlight.
He knocks overhead, a maid looks at him in confusion, "your highness?"
The carriage skids to a halt and he watches as Jungkook gets down the horse and he is in front of the door, opening it to look at him, "what is it?"
"I feel ill," he lies, Jungkook's brow furrows as the maid
gets out to leave them alone, Jungkook gets in to shut the door behind him, looking concerned as he pulls him to him.
He puts his hand on his forehead to check the temperature. "It looks to be normal but you look pale."
The scent of the king is ever so invasive but Taehyung
just inhales more of it as his hands fist on the king's robes. He matches his eyes, "Stay with me." he whispers.
Jungkook brushes his hair away as he cups his jaw, "would that make you feel better?"
He puts his head on the king's chest, "please."
He feels the inaudible sigh the king lets out as his hand cage him into an embrace. He knocks on the carriage door and after a silent minute, they start to travel again, Jungkook's horse taken by someone else.
"I lied," he whispers again and tightens his hold on Jungkook when
he feels the king wants to part from him, "what?" He snaps. Taehyung closes his eyes, "because you looked tired and I wanted you to rest with me."
"I am a king, my prince, there is no rest for me." Jungkook goes to retort, Taehyung presses his other palm on the king's chest.
"You travelled two days for me, just to bring me back and now are travelling again. This does not fall under your duties as a king. So please rest?" Taehyung asks, almost begs. Jungkook is looking down at him with something glistening in his eyes, then the king nods.
He pulls him in his embrace, surprising the prince but when he looks at him Jungkook is just looking outside.
Something drops in Taehyung's stomach and he starts to hear his heart beat, he feels the same he felt when they were sitting in Jungkook's study, the same comfort,
the same ambience.
He looks towards the moon and realizes, he has never prayed to her for his love, He has prayed to her to keep him safe, keep him afloat while he is gone but he has never prayed to her to stay, to fight for their love.
To understand if Jungkook loved him.
He closes his eyes and leans against Jungkook's chest, feels the slow and steady heartbeat- no, he does not want to.
No, because she never listens and no because, Jungkook was here with him now, and that is all that mattered to him.
"Your highness, the bath is ready for you." a maid bows.
Taehyung nods slowly and walks inside.
He slowly slips the robe off of him, leaving him bare and golden against the amber lights of the candle lit bath. The scent of jasmine wafts in the air; the flower
petals floating in the huge pond like bathtub. He steps down gingerly, sees as the petals stick to his ankles and steps further down still his warm water is coming up to his waist.
He stills when he hears the door opening, his eyes widen as he covers his chest with his hands
in futile attempt.
"Am I not allowed to see your body now, my prince?"
Taehyung's heart and nerves drop at the voice as he turns to look at the intruder, "you are very brave my king, coming in the bathhouse while a prince is taking a bath."
Jungkook's eyes glitter dangerously as his eyes drop to his honeyed chest, "not only a prince, my husband as well."
Taehyung crosses his hands on his chest more firmly, tries to hide the pink nipples from the darkened gaze, "I am bathing, my king."
Jungkook takes few steps into the bathhouse and stops at the edge of the tub. The shadows the candles cast on his face makes him look more dangerous, more enticing.
"I had to tell you something and it is an urgent topic so I could not wait." Jungkook says as he tentatively
steps into the warm water. Taehyung takes a step back, submerges more into the water. Jungkook's eyes follow the way the small white petals cling to the curves of the princes's chest, Taehyung's breathe escalates.
"Y-You cannot say it by s-standing there?"
Jungkook irks an eyebrow, "why shall I act like a stranger when it comes to my own husband? Your body," the king's voice and eyes both drop to follow his words, "belongs to me only."
Taehyung shivers in the warm water as Jungkook removes his outer robe- he is feeling hot.
"J-Jungkook, what did you want to tell me?" He feels nervous all of a sudden. He has been intimate with the king, once before but that was after months of building the intimacy- now, now he did not feel confident enough to please Jungkook, now he did not feel like he was
ready to do so.
His body did not feel ready.
The King hums as he gets into the water and steps towards the prince. The princes backs away still he is on the other edge of the tub, the water now at his waist, leaving the whole of his chest bared with petals sticking to it.
Jungkook's eyes darkened further as he went after him. Taehyung presses more onto the edge, shivering as he waits with baited breath.
"I have had another king assassinated," Jungkook says, his voice dropping octaves as his eyes looked over his collarbones, his chest, all
glittering golden in the candle light, contrasting oh so beautifully with the white of the delicate petals. Jungkook wanted to lick every single petal off of the other's sinful body but he refrained as he looks into his shaky eyes.
Taehyung gulps, Jungkook follows the movement.
"Th-That is not news to me-"
"He was a king second to Soojin who wanted me de*d." Jungkook drawls. Taehyung's heart drops, "oh," he says quietly, his mind running to think why it was an urgent issue still until it clicked in him- if Jungkook knew the king wanted him de*d, it
would mean it was an open hatred- which meant silently assassinating him would also point towards Jungkook being the culprit behind it- which meant war.
He gulps again as he takes a step towards the king who seemed to have paused in the middle of the tub. chest submerged.
Taehyung is taking those steps until he is right in front of the king. The king is still wearing his inner robe that Taehyung breaks their eye contact to look down at, "you are still wearing your clothes."
Jungkook spreads his arms, tilts his head, "the choice is yours. Do you
want me naked in your bathtub or do you not?"
"Y-you came into the water anyways so you have left me with no choice as well," Taehyung says silently as he opens the robe with nimble fingers, pushing it off of Jungkook's sturdy shoulder till it drops in the water.
Splashes petal stained water on both of their glittering bodies.
"A war," Jungkook says silently.
"The very thing the Min kingdom wanted to avoid," Taehyung says, matching the king's eyes with his. He puts his palm over Jungkook's chest, where his heart lays and spreads it.
A war, the very one, they knew, the Jeon kingdom would not survive.
Taehyung feels his eyes tearing up as he puts his head on the king's chest, next to his palm. Jungkook's eyes drop down to his head, "the news I was to tell you was, they did find out it was the Jeon kingdom
even after the precautions we took. It was meant to happen, I guess."
Taehyung feels a hot tear makes its way downwards till it drops in the water, "I still hoped it would not."
Jungkook gives out a huff of laugh, "should you not be happy? This is what my husband had wanted
and this is what he is getting-"
"I did not!" Taehyung snarls, "I did not want such things! Even when I betrayed you, the thought of you being safe was enough-"
"safe but powerless?" Jungkook asks, his hands gripping Taehyung's waist tightly, "what is a man without power?"
"My love does not see you in power, my love just wants you to be alive."
Jungkook looks down at him to match his eyes and those eyes are anger filled as the king pulls his waist tightly to him, Taehyung's hands rounds his neck too to pull their faces together.
"My love just wants you despite what you have done to me," Jungkook whispers as Taehyung puts their noses against each other.
"The war is approaching, it will hit anytime soon, I want you to go the Min kingdom, if I survive, I will bring you down from there, if you do not
Taehyung shakes his head vigorously, "do not send me away again! I will run away from there to come here again, I cannot stay without you."
"My prince-"Jungkook's voice muffles as Taehyung pulls his head down in a searing kiss all of a sudden.
A month. It has been a month since Taehyung had demanded to be given the husband treatment. He has been granted everything- starting from a warm furnace that was the king's body beside him at nights to being treated as the king.
A month later, he decided to use his advantage.
Taehyung's opens his mouth to let the king enter, bites at the king's lips as a punishment, hears Jungkook's curse as the king pulls him to him and kiss him harder.
Taehyung arches his chest into him as he grabs the king's face. Jungkook's tongue prods everywhere in his mouth.
Taehyung whimpers but still pulls the king to him, their naked chest brush against each other and Taehyung's insides ignite at the feel of Jungkook's cold body against his warmer one.
Jungkook's fingers presses onto his waist as he lifts him up. He parts from the kiss only to
lapping his tongue against the length of his collarbones, swiping the petals off of his body, leaving hot searing kisses behind as Taehyung huffs.
Taehyung feels his body heat up as he registers he is completely naked while Jungkook is just in his pants, it is filthy with the
petals, the water but he wanted to distract Jungkook and distract him enough to stop saying bullsh*t.
Jungkook breaths out as he matches his half lidded eyes, wipes his spit off as he parts from his body, He smirks, "my prince do you never change?"
Taehyung huffs, licking his lips angrily, "I do not want to go away from you. If you di*, I di* with you."
"So brave are you not, my prince?" Jungkook walks them to the edge as he makes him sit on it. He parts from him, "but my decision is final, you are going."
Taehyung scoffs, "I-"
Jungkook shakes his head as he steps out of the water completely, "I said what I needed to say, I will let you bathe now. Do not let me stall you any longer."
"Jung-" the king is gone as Taehyung feels hot tears
fall from his eyes, "I will not let you di* alone," he seethes as he dips into the water to get completely drenched.
The hot fire he felt under his skin having had disappeared with the king, he let himself bath, stubborn anger still growing in him.
Jungkook watches him, watches the way the sunlight falls on him and alights his golden skin with a glow that makes it impossible for all the people surrounding him to take his gaze off of him, for Jungkook to take his gaze off of him.
He leans against the balcony as he
watches the prince walking around in the garden, sniffing flowers with the fragile look on his face that has enticed Jungkook in the first place.
How could he possibly look this delicate? He really was a flower.
He watches as Taehyung looks at the clear blue sky with his
eyes squinted and he sees the exact moment the flower's body locks in itself when his gaze falls on him. The innocence is replaced by slight anger as their eyes match.
Right, his flower is angry with him, has been since the time he announced that he will be sent away.
But desperate times called for desperate measures right?
He nods at him slowly, it stings a bit when Taehyung veers his gaze away. Jungkook smirks, "I thought you loved me," he whispers to himself, "why cannot you listen to the one demand I have? I listened to all yours."
"Your highness, the mad king has agreed to your clauses." A voice says as his minister bows to him.
"He has to," Jungkook says, "to save his brother, he has to. He will sent his best guards to take him to the Min kingdom right?"
The minister nods, "only the best ones. He," he
pauses, before looking at the king carefully, "he has extended an olive branch to help you out."
Jungkook's smirk widens, "has he now? When he was the one who wanted to have me stripped off of everything?"
The minister nods solemnly, "you are his brother-in-law now, he owes
it to his brother to keep you alive."
He narrows his eyes, "I see, I see."
"I thought you loved me, my prince. Is this how you show me your love? By ignoring me?" Jungkook asks as he opens his outer robe to sit on the bed. Taehyung is on the other side, rubbing oil on his
feet as he hums. Jungkook watches him, "are you not being a bit unfair? I will be going on a war in a matter of a week."
Taehyung meets his eyes and many emotions pass through them, "would me talking to you make you feel better?"
Jungkook tongues his cheek, "love," he breathes
"can be so draining."
"I did not tell you to fall in love with me." Taehyung says silently as he looks away. Jungkook irks an eyebrow, "so you finally chose to believe I do?"
Taehyung shakes his head, "there is no reason for me not to. How could I expect you would have the time
on your hand to give me hope and break my heart?"
"I might," Jungkook says slowly. Taehyung hums, "would you? I do not understand you my king."
Jungkook turns to match his eyes with the other but does not say anything.
"You knew I was the spy, the prince of the Min kingdom, why did you grant all my wishes then? Why did you listen to all my whims? Why did you believe me all the times I blamed that concubine and that prince when you knew I could have easily defended myself?"
Jungkook does not move his gaze away, "I do not know."
Taehyung huffs, "is it because you loved me?"
The king breaths out, "I did not expect the prince of the Min kingdom to carry such beauty that it put everyone to shame."
"It incredible. It was like God himself spent hours on you to build you with golden threads, so delicately that you feel like elixir. Like a prey stuck in the web you set, I listened to everything you had to say. Why I believed you then was because I knew you would break your
character just for them so you were truly left defenseless which reminds me you have not told me the prince's name yet."
Taehyung has a blush high up in his cheeks as he averts his eyes, "h-he is not important." He gulps, "I got married to you at the end."
Jungkook tilts his head, smirks, 'was that your plan all along? To end up owning me?"
"Owning you?" Taehyung sputters, "I own you now? The betrayer?"
"I might not own you," Jungkook says, "but," his smirks turns bitter, "you do, you own me."
Taehyung's mood dims. "I was the one who feel in love first, if anything it is me you own while the concubines own you."
Jungkook grits his teeth, "I have not touched a concubine after we got married, I thought we cleared it out."
"It will not be cleared until you believe me."
"Taehyung, you betrayed me. It is not the same."
"I told you so many times, if you do believe then I do not either."
"Now, you are being petty. I am going to leave for a war-"
"And what? You want me to send you off to you dea*h, is that it?" Taehyung snaps.
Jungkook grabs him by his wrist and tightens his hold on it, "yes, I do. Because for the first time I am not sure if I am going to come back alive even though I want to, now that I am in love I want to. Ironic is it not? The only war I am not sure of is the war I have the most to
Taehyung's eyes lose all the rage as they turn clear, melancholic, he comes near him in the bed, "you will not lose me, my king, you will not."
"You keep running away from me though. If I die, will you even mourn for me?"
Taehyung's heart cracks for him, his heart aches for himself as he cups Jungkook's jaw and sits on his laps, "I do not think I will be alive after you."
Jungkook gives him a bitter smirk, "do not lie to me now, my love. I cannot die with your sweet lies on my mind."
"You cannot ever believe me can you?"
"Have you given me any reason to? I have given you every reason to. Granted all your wishes, made you my prince, married you, took care of you, have not being with anyone else, what else could one out of their love?"
"Nothing, nothing. Tell me what should I do, tell me please, what should I do to make you believe me?"
"Stay, stay with me, mourn me if I do di-"
Taehyung holds a hand over his lips and shakes his head vigorously, "no, please do not say that. I will stay, I will stay forever."
They freeze as they hear it. Taehyung's eyes widen in horror. Jungkook closes his eyes as if in pain, "I wanted to send you off before this, fuxk, fuxk."
"Your highness," a voice shouts, "your highness. They are here."
Jungkook rounds his hand around Taehyung's head and kisses him urgently, "I need you to get out of here, get to my winter castle." he stands up, "I need you out of here before they reach."
"No," Taehyung says
"I cannot leave you here, I will fight with you. I am a prince, I can fight-"
"They came prepared. The war has started," Jungkook says gravely, "we are not, does that speak of anything for you?"
"Yes," Taehyung stands to, hearing the war siren resounding around the whole place
and flinching slightly, "which means you need all the hands to fight. I will stay.'" He says firmly.
Jungkook gives him a helpless look, goes to say something when they hear the screams and his eyes harden, "okay but promise me, promise me if I die you will find your way
out of here and let them take this."
Taehyung cannot promise that. Wanting to give this kingdom away is the reason Jungkook still does not believe in his love, how could he repeat the same mistake again. "Promise me you will be alive then."
"You know I cannot promise that," Jungkook curses but then he cannot talk anymore as more people shout for the king. "Go," Taehyung says, "go. You need to go."
Jungkook looks torn so he just kisses his forehead before he leaves a teary eyed, fearful Taehyung behind.
It was inevitable, Jungkook thinks, as he watches the canons being fired. He knew King Soojin knew what was coming after the previous king's death and he had wasted no time attacking.
"Your highness, a letter to your name from the other side."
"Read it out loud."
"Surrender, Jeon Jungkook, surrender. You and I both know this war does not favor you. Leave Prince Taehyung and this kingdom, only then I can keep you alive."
Jungkook smirks as his eyes gleam, "Prince Taehyung is in the equation to I see."
"Your highness, theirs and ours first part of the defense has been destroyed. The black barracks have gone it, as planned, I am confident they will get through the second and third range."
Jungkook watches the war, his eyes getting stormier, "arrows, not swords. The black
barracks should only use that."
"Keep the prince out of the war as long as you can, I will go now." He is in his whole war shield, his heart feels heavy, his mind feels heavy but he does not care as he waits for the gates to open. "Shut the doors completely, not even an arrow
should go in after I get out from here." His eyes darken, "let the best king win."
His eyes are set as he slashes through most of the people who charge at him, many arrows bounces off of him and his horse's shield as he trudges in, a shield of soldiers around him
as they join the others on the field right in front of the Jeon Kingdom, in front of the kingdom gates. He wonders, briefly, if the war would end in a day but then backtracks- four days, four days until they will end so he has to end it before that.
But the King is nowhere in
He grits his teeth, keeping himself safe when he knows the war ends with one of them dying is foul play. He grits his teeth as he kil!s more of them.
The black barracks did manage to infiltrate the second line, letting them go forward. It was broken down into
groups a they fought in them, Jungkook wants to reach the king then. The war has been going since last night and right now it is the rise of dawn, the morning sun is foggy and hiding the army under it, he knows.
King Soojin did choose a good time.
He sets his jaw as he slashes more of then, feels dirty bl*od seeping into the hilts of his caged shield.
"Let me go," Taehyung says, his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted. The guards stand steady as only one of them speak, "His highness has ordered this doors to not open in
any case. Prince Taehyung needs to be protected."
Taehyung shakes his head, "I am a prince, I can protect myself, now I /order/ you to open it."
The guard hesitates, Taehyung grips his shield, "King Jungkook needs me on the field."
"I can s-speak to his highness when the
night falls, there is supposed to be a lull then."
Taehyung curses as he turns around. He feels his eyes sting, he does not know how Jungkook is doing, he fears the worst, feels the fear settling in. He feels nervous for some reason.
He gulps as he goes back to the makeshift
tents they are given.
Jungkook does not come back. Taehyung watches as the sun sets and the sky is blo*dier then usual, it makes his heart ache for the ones who have lost their lives but at the same time he cannot fully feel until he knows the king is okay.
As soon as he sees
the moon, he sits on his knees again.
The candle flickers in the room as a tear slips across his cheeks.
'Pray to the moon, she will listen', a voice whispers. Taehyung has only prayed to her before but he did not get the things he yearned for, it was like he was always the
one left without it. It is odd, when he sees people living in the world- not holding the same virtues, same moon as him- and doing way more better than him, it upsets him, makes him want to cry.
Makes him doubt if praying to her actually yields anything or not but then
situations like this arrive- when he has to fall down on his knees to pray to the moon because he gets scared if not praying would put him in a worser state then he is.
It is a funny concept, the moon has put him down so many times and yet he still sorts her out because he has
to hold onto something he guesses, he was just born with a rotten fate that sometimes looked like he was lucky because he got to meet his king but all the same, he had to pray for that too.
And he would keep praying because he believed in the moon existing, believed in the moon
getting his rotten luck to be better so he had to pray.
"Please, keep him safe. Keep him safe," Taehyung whispers. The moon rises more in the sky, the clouds darken around it, the sounds dampen.
"My prince," a voice comes through and he actually feels like crying full on.
He whimpers when he feels Jungkook round his hands around his waist and pull him to himself. "It is okay," Jungkook is whispering, "do not cry for me, my prince."
His lip wobbles as he presses his face on the crook of the king's neck, "I-I was so scared."
"I am okay," Jungkook
speaks in his ears, "we have a long way to go, do not break like this."
Taehyung parts from him, his eyes go wide at the huge scratch Jungkook has over the whole of his cheek- a scar on the king's face, "m-my king-", he holds the wounds gently, blo*d seeps through his fingers.
Jungkook shakes his head, "the war has not ended yet, Taehyung, I cannot have you shaking like this in my arms."
"Why would you not let me fight, my king? I am the betrayer right, let me get what I am worth by letting me fight there-"
Jungkook's eyes harden, "that will be
a punishment for me. Do not ask that of me."
Taehyung shakes like a leaf, he wonders how he will allow Jungkook to go off tomorrow by his own. "Are you looking down at me as I am the prince?"
"Jungkook shakes his head, "I want to protect you-"
"By wounding my pride as the prince?"
Jungkook sighs as he watches him fully,waits for sometime as the thick sound of the candle fills their ears, then he relents finally, "if you want to, then get on the field but stay far away from me, and have your face covered at all times."
Taehyung nods, embracing the prince again.
Taehyung feels wrong, it all feels wrong for some reason. It has been two days since he has gotten to fight, three days since the war itself started and he could feel everyone draining.
The cloth hands over his face as he fights, wearing the same shields but thickened just for him. It is heavy but he is used to it now.
They have been fighting for a while and he can see Jungkook from the corner of his eyes. He can also see Kin Soojin on the other side,
he can see him advancing towards Jungkook while Jungkook remains fighting. But Taehyung is aware that Jungkook knows of the approaching king, given the change in his stance, Jungkook, however, does not dare look at him even though he knows the king also knows where he is.
What happens next however is sudden.
So sudden that Taehyung could only feel his heart drop on his feet, his insides quiver as his feet take the flight instinct to go towards the danger than away because his instinct was Jungkook now, only Jungkook.
It is the prince, he thinks, the prince, fuxk, he runs towards Jungkook, his ears deafened, his body feeling like it was not his. King Soojin's horse runs, just as Taehyung reaches Jungkook, he watches Jungkook fall with widened, horror filled eyes.
Time slows down.
The prince, King Soojin's brother had stabbed Jungkook in his thighs, causing the king to drop from the horse, Taehyung comes just when he sees the king bend but then Soojin is there.
Soojin has the double edged sword swinging in the air
and Taehyung lets out an agonized scream as he lunges towards Jungkook when he sees the sword get aimed at Jungkook's hunched back heart- Jungkook does not notice because he was only aware of the prince being there- not the king.
A tears fall from his eyes as he feels it.
The cloth from his face falls just as King Soojin stabs him in the stomach with the double edged sword, he can see the way Soojin's eyes widen in shock, his face contorts to that of pain and he drops down on his knees.
He is blinded by pain and tears but he knows a figure is
above him- his eyes gives out, "J-Jungkook," he whispers, his voice giving out. He presses his hand against the wound but it is too big, he can feel himself ble*ding out profusely, "J-Jungkook."
Time passes, it is too slow. So slow, he feels himself slipping.
He grits his teeth- he cannot go unconscious now, he does not know if Jungkook is okay or Soojin stabbed him too- but he is tired,, so tired, he feels himself slipping- he has been in a war for two days and the fight starts to leave him just as he took the final hit.
"Jun-Jungkook-" He knows he is raising his hand and blinks, he wants to see, he cannot see.
Then his eyelids fall and he falls on the ground fully, bathing in his own blo*d as the world came to a stop.
It is dark everywhere and Taehyung thinks he is back in that forest with wolves chasing him again, this time there is a calmness in him as he runs, like heh has reached the eye of the storm.
He runs and runs through the dark forest until he reaches the same village. The same
village appears but like last time it does not feel like his nightmare, it feels like a dream and he is queasy of what it means, an eye of the storm is just a few minutes recluse afterall, it does bring in the storm again.
The wolves surround him again and this time he feels
them attacking but him for the love of moon cannot feel it, cannot feel the pain, cannot feel anything, he is just watching.
Until something drops in the very pit of his stomach- Jeon Jungkook is there too and then, he feels the pain that surrounds him, blinds him,
cuts through him because he watches Jungkook trying to distract them from him again but this time the king is not fighting, he is not even moving as he stands still and watches Taehyung with those haunted eyes.
Like Taehyung was to blame for getting them in this situation.
and the prince cannot find it in himself to not agree with him.
It haunts him, the gaze as if Jungkook was finally giving up, as if the king was finally over him betraying him- why, why does it feel so painful?
He feels tears cloud his eyes as he shakes his head, "no, please
"My prince, my prince," there is another voice, there is another Jungkook talking while this one stares silently. Taehyung is blinking his tears away, his eyes are then blinded, it is darkening more and more and he feels suffocated enough to grasp at something.
Then he is gasping painfully.
His eyes open and it burns in the amber candle light but he does not dare close it when he sees Jungkook's blo*dshot eyes staring at him. Taehyung shakes.
There is light stubble on his face, there are several cuts on the skin exposed, the king is
wearing a white silk shirt, he can see the thick bandage on his chest, see another thick bandage on his legs but the king is standing. He does not dare move.
Jungkook cannot move either, but he stares.
A tear falls from Taehyung's eyes. It as like a switch in Jungkook gets
turned on as the king surges forward and cups his head to keep his steady. His rough finger brush the tears off gingerly, Taehyung holds that hand, feels how worn out it had gotten by the war.
"do not cry, my prince," Jungkook is speaking but that only makes him cry more.
There is a moment as Jungkook collects a tear drop on his thumb from his waterline and looks at it, "Why do you always cry when it comes to me?" He asks silently, Taehyung hiccups, does not even feel the pain, "I am alive, you are alive, why are you crying."
"It has been three weeks, Taehyung, three weeks, stop crying please, is it- is it the fact that you think I still do not trust you?" Jungkook gives a shaky smile, "it made ma angry, so angry that the only thing I could see is red then, you should not have done that."
"I was doing everything to keep /you/ away from there," Jungkook sounds desperate as he holds him tightly on his biceps, Taehyung just watches him with his tears falling, "why would you put yourself there?-"
Taehyung shakes his head, "do you," his voice breaks horribly, his
throat aches, he wants to drink water but does not relent as he says by stuttering, "do you t-trust me now?"
The king lets out a sob, embracing Taehyung tightly, his face pushed in the crook of his neck. "I hate you," the king curses, "you did not need to do
that to yourself to to make me believe, I would have died peacefully knowing you were unharmed but- but you had to do that huh?"
Taehyung shakes his head, that is what love is, you would have done the same for me, you did the same for me, he wants to say but his throat
scratches. They are both shaking in their embraces and Taehyung thinks if this is all it took to have his lover to him like this, he would have done it again and again but he wishes that it was only him who got stabbed and not the king, never the king.
The bastard is dead, he knows, can tell by the curtains remaining the same, the smell of their own kingdom.
They stay like that for sometime until Jungkook is moving away, looking at him with dark eyes, "I did not stop stabbing him until life left his eyes, how could he dare to
touch my prince, I tried to keep you safe, how did you still end up in that position I would not know, your moon is cruel for doing this to me- I always keep on losing you-"
He shakes his head vehemently, "I -I was going to lose you, what else was I supposed to do?"
Jungkook matches his eyes. Taehyung shakes his head adamant, he is weak, he feels weak as his insides quiver and little stabs of pain uprise, he goes to say something, Jungkook stops him, "the healer, I will get the healer for you."
The healer is there in a jiffy, all of them surround him as he cranes his neck to see the King who disappears outside the room, "my king-"
Jungkook keeps his head against the door, feels the pain surge from his own wounds but he does not make a sound as his face contorts to that
of sadness, he cries silently, his body shaking.
Three weeks, it had been three weeks since Taehyung half d*ed on him, since Jungkok went feral, did not feel any pain as he kil!ed the other king and the prince without any mercy- like one would kil! the soldiers.
His own wounds- more in number- did not give him as much pain as the pain in his heart did- it almost kil!ed him. He knows he could not live without Taehyung- he does not know what the prince has done to him, but he could not.
He could get rid of any of his kin but even
if Taehyung held a sword over his heart, he would not dare raise even a single finger.
He has not, he realizes, from the time, he met him, he has not and he will not he knows, that thought does not suffocate him much anymore, maybe because maybe, maybe he could believe
Taehyung felt the same for him.
That Taehyung loved him.
Now that was a complete different thought process- something Jungkook did not dare entertain.
That is this lifetime he could be loved, he could love.
The prince has changed it.
Jungkook shakes his head, feels queasy as finally, finally, the pain from his wounds catches up to him- he drags himself away from the room, guards follow him now, careful of his wobbly steps.
He is led to his bedroom crashes. Finally being able to close his eyes without fear.
They are bathing him, his wound stings but he does not even wince as he sits numb. The maids scrub at his golden skin delicately, afraid of scratching the now fragile skin. Taehyung watches the jasmine petals flow, wrap around him, it makes him remember about the king.
The king has been unconscious since after that time. He is getting better, the healer says he is but he does not feel that he is because now the king was not present.
He has been allowed to roam up and about, their kingdom is not celebrating the war they just won.
The garden's look ghastly, with graying leaves as if they knew their king was not their.
He is breathing, the healers say, we just have to wait, they say. Taehyung waits.
"Your highness," the maids snap him out his gaze, oh yes, they call him that now, ever since Jungkook
was unconscious. He blinks at them. "Your bathe has finished."
He nods slightly and gets out of the tub, they wipe him off and give him a silk robe to wear as he gets out of there. Jimin stands in the room and gives him a look, "fancy seeing you in my room."
"Your brother is here too," Jimin says calmly, watching him, "you took a hit for Jungkook."
"You know why," Taehyung shrugs. Jimin gives him a small barely there smile, "I see, your brother wanted to come, but your father.." he trails of, "he wants to kil! him off."
"He should have," Taehyung blinks, feeling nothing, "he is the cause of everything." He is silent then, "Yoongi hyung tells you about stuff like this now?"
A blush rises over Jimin's face, "I-I guess? He just had to rant and I was there-"
Taehyung hums, "if hyung does not
manage to, I will, that bastard does not deserve to live."
Jimin's eyes harden, "he will get better, Taehyung, he has to, he did not defeat the previous king and let go of his sanity to not wake up, if you behave like this, it will only depress you more."
He is drained by the time he gets to go to Jungkook's room again. Jungkook looks peaceful as he sleeps, Taehyung bends towards him and kisses the king's closed eyelids, his cheeks, he pauses when he comes to his lips.
He watches the handsome face for a while.
Bends to kiss his lips.
"I miss you," he whispers, "I miss you not believing me, I miss you hating me, I miss you giving me everything despite that, I miss you telling me you love me, a betrayer still", the sky thunders overhead as rain starts falling against the large window.
He shivers and looks sideways to see one of the windows open, rain showers through that. It blows against him, he can see the goosebumps rising in both his and the king's skin and he goes to close it, flinching when another thunder comes.
He does not hate them anymore but their anger always takes him off guard.
In his hurry, he does not notice the king's eyes opening, the king looking around in confusion until his gaze stops on him. He is busy trying to get the window panes in their place so he does not
see the king narrow his eyes and get up, a small knife shining in the seams of his robes.
When he is finally done with it, he turns to see the king right in front of him, holding the knife right against his jugular, his eyes hardened in anger.
It cuts him as he surges forward
forward to kiss the king fiercely, not registering that the king did not kiss him back.
The knife clatters on the carpeted floor as Jungkook harshly tugs the prince away. Thunder cracks again in the sky, illuminating both their faces.
The king is looking at him with eyes filled with horror as his eyes snap to the place he cut. His voice is barely above a fearful
His finger grab around the back of his neck gently as the king curses, "How are you standing? Are you not supposed to be in bed? Where are the maids, where are the healers? I thought- I thought," he looks at the cut and feels his eyes grow desperate,
"I hurt you-"
Taehyung's eyes matches the king's. "I was always the one hurting you, it is okay."
Jungkook shakes his head vehemently, "no it is not, it is not. You just woke up, the healer told me you were feeling weak, I thought it was one of the stray people from the war
trying to break in- a king, I was trained to always have a knife, I had a knife in these robes- I could have kil!ed you, you got a cut- oh god," He takes his hand in his and tugs him, screams at the guards to bring in the healers immediately.
Taehyung sits as the healers apply
the stinging ointment on him while Jungkook is freaking out, probably for the first time since he has met him- the king has after all, never hurt him before.
It was always Taehyung who did.
"But why is the prince out of his bed chambers? It is late at night, he just got up,"
Jungkook says. Taehyung shakes his head, "I did not just get up, you just got up."
The king pauses, matches his eyes, "are you healed?"
"It has been weeks since I got up, my king, it is you who has been sleeping since, I sleep in your chambers now, like we used to before the
war, where," he pauses, his eyes unsure, "I truly belong."
Jungkook watches him, watches the healer bandage the slit delicately, he winces. "How do I beg for your forgiveness, my prince?"
Taehyung freezes, "you do not," he shakes, "you just consider us equals now."
Jungkook gives a series of nods together as he sits beside him on the bed. The healers bow to them before they leave and Taehyung is left with a fretting king. He feel amused as the worries melt off of him, he sighs, watching the king.
Jungkook looks alive. He is alive.
Jungkook is looking at the bandage, holding the back of his neck again, "I was unconscious?"
Taehyung nods, holding Jungkook's other hand and putting his fingers in his, watching the king for any discomfort but Jungkook is only watching him, his clear eyes guilty. "You were
and I understood how you felt when I was, I do not want to feel that ever again."
"I love you," Jungkook says, "and you are not to ever be present in any of the wars I ever go to. I do not know how I survived this one, I do not think I can ever again."
Taehyung feels his insides tingle, his face heats up, "you are not ashamed anymore."
Jungkook holds his gaze, "I was never ashamed of admitting it to you but you were, I think? Your first real confession was while I was supposedly asleep."
Taehyung's eyes widen, "you knew?"
Jungkook lets out a shaky breath. His hand releases his neck to open the buttons of the shirt he is wearing. Taehyung has never noticed it before but he shakes as he sees his ring, the one with the Min insignia comes forth- his only symbol left of ever belonging in the other
kingdom, hanging loosely from the chain the king is wearing.
He tears up as his eyes widen, "you- you kept it?"
"You kept my previous chain," Jungkook says, looking at him gently, before he gives him a wry smile, "a guard found it in the forest that night."
"The night I actually felt like I was going to lose you. I did not believe you for the longest time, not then too, despite you telling me so many times, I could not could I?" Jungkook feels his voice break, "I kil!ed my own parents. The only definition of love I learned was you,
Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook says as he sighs, pats the thick sheets of the bed, “sleep, we had an eventful night.”
Taehyung gets up and lies down, the king watches him. “They started to call me ‘your highness’,” Taehyung says, his voice quiet. Jungkook nods, his gaze veers away,
“they started to do that since you won this war for them.”
“You did, you,” Taehyung is saying, Jungkook breathed out, watching the storm brewing outside, “you saved the king, that is why the king was able to save them, so tell me, who really saved the kingdom?”
away to look at the rain too, “are you not supposed to be a tyrant? You certainly show yourself to be one.”
Jungkook lies down beside him, “for you, it was always different was it not?”
It was. Jungkook was not the same king. He had kil!ed his parents, he had been strict with
everyone but then one scratch on Taehyung, the then betrayer, he was going feral. There is no possible explanation for it, it was like Taehyung was his other half. His heartbeat that let him live. He thinks before Taehyung came in as the concubine, he was not living, he was
dying of his sins, of the guilt, of the cruelty of the moon but then Taehyung came.
He knew who he was but he was still so pure. Jungkook was not really lying when he said he was using him to repay his wrongs. He was.
He knew Taehyung was always kept hidden in the Min kingdom,
he knew he was always shaded from the wrongs of this world which is why he took time in finding out why he was there in the first place because it was unlike the mad king to send over his brother in a light mission.
Till the time he found out, he was stuck, he was gone.
He gets up from the bed when he hears the way Taehyung's breathing has shallowed and trudges out of the bed chamber completely. The king's steps are heavy as he walks to the same study he had found the roots of his feelings.
He stills when he feels it. "The mad king is not supposed to venture out in my study," he says tiredly.
The scratch in Yoongi's eyes look crazed as he tilts his head to match Jungkook's eyes, "you have found your revenge have you not?
Jungkook tilts his head, "I sl*ughtered
"I meant my brother, you are done with him, let him go now," Yoongi comes closer, "he has paid enough, he has suffered enough, let him go."
Jungkook smirks, "I never said I would let him goo after he has paid."
Yoongi narrows his eyes, "that is what you told me. You told me to look for a groom for me, you told me you will give him back when you have got your revenge, let him go."
Jungkook watches him, shakes his head, "I want to keep him as mine, he is a gorgeous little prince to own."
Yoongi tilts his head, "he has let himself take a sword for you, you idiot, what else do you want?"
Jungkook's eyes darken, "him." He sits his hands together, "Forget our deal, I am not letting him go anymore, he belongs to me now. He belongs to the Jeons."
"He is not an asset for the Jeons to own." The mad king says, shaking his head, "he is not-"
"I love him," he says in a breath. Yoongi freezes as he looks at him with surprise, "King Jeon, the tyrant who kil!ed all of his kin is in love with my brother? Is it not lust? He
is easy to lust after- I have seen."
Jungkook's eyes are on him, they darken, "You have seen? Are they de*d yet?"
"One of them is," Yoongi says dryly, "do you really love him? Or are you using his emotions against him?"
"Do you love my brother?" Jungkook retorts.
"I do not." Yoongi nods, "I never have."
"You are honest about it, You are a king, I have the same values as you, you know I do, as a Jeon, so why will I be dishonest about my feeling?"
"Because you were brave enough to kil! your father, ours still looms over our heads."
"You know I have still not given you Taehyung's dowry." Jungkook says silently. Yoongi's eyes glisten, "dowry's are referred to as gifts now, it depends on Taehyung however, what he wants."
Jungkook's eyes shine, "I shall grant him whatever he does, will that let you rest off
"If that is what Taehyung wants." Yoongi shrugs, the atmospheres suddenly taking a height as they both smirk at each other. Then the mad king turns sober, "my brother loves you, we made a grave mistake which is why we agreed to your terms then, but not anymore."
"Because Taehyung has paid of all his expenses."
Jungkook nods, "I shall do what he wants as well."
Taehyung's eyes widen when he reads the letter. His eyes tear up and a drop topples over his eyes to fall on the thick paper. Jungkook watches him carefully with a steady hand
on his shoulder, his eyes hard. Taehyung's thumb brushes over the Min insignia as he shakes, "he- he is de*d."
He watches as the prince breaks down into sobs, watches as the prince's shoulder shakes horribly, his breath catching. Jungkook holds him, is brave enough to see his
his tears still. When the prince starts hiccupping, he speaks, "I sobbed when I kil!ed my mother you know."
Taehyung meets his gaze with his watery ones, Jungkook nods. "I did. That woman bought me doom but I still cried for her de*th, not because I regretted kil!ing her but
because of how anticlimactic her story felt because of the things she made me go through."
"She deserved it," Taehyung speaks softly. Jungkook nods gently, "he deserved it."
"I know. It is what I asked and yet again," Taehyung smiles slowly, his eyes glittering, "it is what you
have given me."
"Thank you," Jungkook says when the prince embraces him, puts kisses all over his face in gratitude. The prince knows that 'thank you' is not an idle one, that it is not because of the kisses, he knows it is because he saved him, it is because Jungkook considers
Taehyung to have righted all his wrongs.
"You do not say that," Taehyung presses their noses against each other, "not when you have given me everything I wanted, even closed your precious harem for me."
Jungkook narrows his eyes, "you would keep doubting me, I would rather
not have you doubting me, you know how it feels."
Taehyung nods, he puts a kiss on the king's lips, the king's hands are on his waist as he pulls him towards him- he does not know when they started doing this, kissing, being intimate but Jungkook kisses him against every corner
and every nook. It leaves Taehyung heated and high because he has only being intimate with the king behind closed door before but now it was everywhere.
Jungkook groans against him, in the searing kiss that leaves the prince breathless but he welcomes it eagerly nonetheless.
One of his hands are around his waist while the other tugs Taehyung's hanbok down till the collars leave his shoulders exposed. Jungkook breaks the kiss only to start leaving bites and kisses all over his glistening shoulders.
Taehyung's tears have dried on both their cheeks.
Marks bloom on his shoulders already, the rumble of pleasure Jungkook lets out resonate in Taehyung and the prince whines, "it is- it is your library, my king. Let me go, someone might come in."
Jungkook smirks against his skin as he exposes his chest next, "your grip on my hair
"You know I am still a virgin right, your highness?"
Jungkook curses and goes to hide Taehyung as the prince tries to pull his hanbok, his cheeks heating up. "Jimin," Jungkook groans, "you have not left yet?"
"I am too!" Taehyung retorts, sputtering, Jimin raises a doubtful eyebrow, "I doubt it."
He turns to look at Jungkook, "Besides, I have to say, I want my side of the bargain now."
Jungkook stills as he matches his eye with Jimin, "you love him." He says.
"I married him because of Taehyung, Taehyung loves you, you love him, there is no need for me to mediate anything anymore." Jimin says, he looks down,
Taehyung stills too, he can see the pain shining in Jimin's eyes, wonders how his brother does not see it, "you are right. You
have sacrificed enough for us. You deserve anything you will ask for."
Jimin gives a nod, bites his lips. "search for another prince for me, I want to get married again, I want to leave all this behind, I cannot," he looks at Taehyung, "do this anymore."
Jungkook is the one who nods, "A clean slate. It is what we all need. I shall prepare for it."
Jimin bows at Jungkook. Taehyung bows back to Jimin and they both watch him go. Jungkook is silent, "another marriage does not sound like a bad idea."
There is a lilt, "I have never
gotten to give you a ring have I, my prince?"
Taehyung pauses, holds his breathe, "I only have necklaces given by you."
"I see," Jungkook nods, puts a kiss on his covered shoulder as he gets up, "I see."
"What do you see?" Taehyung whispers.
"You," Jungkook watches him.
"What about me?" Taehyung feels a blush rising.
Jungkook shakes his head as he only smiles and takes his leave. Leaving behind Taehyung wondering if he was still in a a heaven he reached after he had di*d in the war.
Taehyung’s face glows in the moonlight as he stands in the abandoned room again. It is the same room the king bought all his concubines too- the same room that is left in velvet tatters as the concubines stopped coming, the king stopped visiting. The curtains curl around him,
drifting with the help of the gentle breeze- it is past midnight.
He could not sleep for some reason.
The amber light flickers on his face from the candle he has bought with himself, he delicately blows on it to blink it out so he could feel only see the room in the slight
light the moonlight casts on it.
Taehyung hears the footsteps he had grown accustomed to behind him, he feels the arm around his waist from behind, the chin on his shoulder, “could not sleep?” The king asks, silently.
He shakes his head as he leans against the king's chest. "This chamber...", he breaths out shakily, feels his eyes sting. Jungkook puts a kiss on his neck, nosing at it, before he releases his hold on him, "has seen its king in many phases of his life."
Taehyung gives out a wobbly laugh, "It is where a concubine found his freedom."
Jungkook watches him, "it is where a flower bloomed. That is the only way your king will allow you to see it."
"But it is where I left you, it is where I freed the pretend concubine."
Jungkook nods, "you needed to free that concubine to bloom. You did what you had to do."
"It scarred you." Taehyung turns to match the king's eyes.
"Loving can be scarring, you got scarred too, we both have scars from each other, does that not show who we belong with?"
Jungkook presses a kiss on his forehead, pulls him closer again by his elbows. "I want you to forget the what happened here."
Taehyung tears up, "do not ask me to forget the love, the me that bloomed here."
Jungkook gives him a soft smile. He edges his hand towards him, the
moonlight falls on his palm, illuminating the gold ring he has in it. A stone glows, glitters in the subtle light- it is emerald green in color. Like the green hanbok he wore for the king the second time.
Jungkook pulls him to him, "allow me to you, my concubine, my flower, my
prince, allow me to make you my king."
Taehyung lets out a hiccup as he feels tears streaming down his cheeks, Jungkook kisses them away when Taehyung shakes. "Allow me to marry you right this time?"
Taehyung cannot speak as he nods, watches the king put the ring on him.
Unsurprisingly, it fits snugly.
He cries as he hugs the king to him. "I-I love you," he whispers brokenly, Jungkook hears it like he does, has done always, "I know."
Jungkook feels his own eyes sting as he closes his eyes and hugs the other. Breathing out.
"You own me, you have owned me since you spat at me," Jungkook says, Taehyung feels more tears cloud his vision. "I want to give you the world and this is my world, thank you, thank you for accepting me even though I was so stubborn."
"You never let me go," Taehyung whispers, "I would be damned to."
Jasmine flower hangs all around the gazebo, the smell of it is very distinct in the midsummer air. Taehyung is wearing a white hanbok with the Jeon insignia roaring on it, sewn precariously.
He stands still as Yoongi stands just beside him. They are standing in the middle of the gazebo as all the ministers of both the kingdoms stands outside. There is a partition of jasmine flowers between them as the king stands on the other side.
The prince can see him from the
little gaps between the flower strings. He has his gaze down as a priests stands between them, along with the flowers. Jungkook has his gaze fixed on Taehyung.
The priest chants something to the moon, Taehyung lets out a prayer of his own, his gaze down still.
The priest is
gentle as he parts the flower strands to let Jungkook and Taehyung see each other. Taehyung already had Jungkook's hanbok, he had his ring, so did the king, they decided to do it in the honor of the moon and the moon only.
Taehyung tears up as Yoongi takes his hand in his.
The mad king is gentle this time as he hands his hand over to Jungkook, "it is the second time I am doing this, he must love you a lot to let his brother go through this."
Taehyung lets out a wobbly laugh when he sees his own brother's eyes tear up just a bit. "Hyung."
Yoongi did not get to hug him the first time but this time he pulls him in his embrace as he puts his hands on Jungkook. "Keep him safe, he is the only kin I have left. I have done everything to keep him safe," he breathes out, "do the same thing."
Jimin holds Taehyung's hands over Jungkook's. His own eyes are bloodshot, "To King Jeon, for finally finding your own kin. To the prince of Min kingdom, for finally being able to bloom."
Taehyung feels his tears fall, "Jiminie."
Jimin bites his lips, nods, "you have gone
through a lot, even were brave enough to take a sword- if there is anyone who deserves the happy ending it is you," Jimin meets Jungkook's eyes, "both."
Jungkook pulls Taehyung to him, The hold on his hand this time is gentle, secure and Taehyung knows this time, the love he
married for is there.
Jungkook puts his lips against his ears, "This marriage means everything to me,"
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 , Jungkook's words from their previous marriage echo against the words the king says now. Taehyung sniffles.
"You mean everything to me now. I apologize for taking so long- I wish I was different-" Taehyung shakes his head, matches Jungkook's eyes, "otherwise I would have not fallen in love with you."
Jungkook has his hand around his waist, he watches him, "you are a masochist, my
prince. I love you."
"I love you too, my king."
"I promise," Jungkook says, "I promise to always let my prince bloom bright."
"I promise to heal all your scars," Taehyung whispers.
They kiss lightly as the king embraces him as the other shower them with flower petals, the priest blesses them. "Your marriage shall be the proof of heaven."
"Just give this priest a raise," Yoongi murmurs, Taehyung bites back a laugh as Jimin sighs. Jungkook does not
pay them any mind, "we never had our honeymoon."
The king's voice is soft, coy but it makes Taehyung blush profusely as Yoongi narrows his eyes, "keep your plans with yourself, King Jeon otherwise I would feel inclined to take my brother away."
Jungkook smirks, "I gave you my brother to stop this whining." Jimin blushes scarlet, "I told you I am marrying someone else-"
"You are not marrying anyone," Yoongi seethes. "King Jeon, you may leave first, I will take care of your brother."
"I have the carriage ready," Jungkook says to Taehyung, squeezes his waist playfully, "I never did get to take your virginity."
Taehyung bats his hand away, "my king, not in front of my brother."
Jungkook matches his eyes, "then we can do it away from him?"
Taehyung puts a small, lingering kiss on Jungkook's lips, "want to really see my flower bloom?"
Jungkook's eyes darken, "from the very day I met you, my king."
Taehyung feels a shiver up his spine at that and smiles as he is guided
outside. He laughs as Jungkook teases him more, keeping a straight, stoic face like he always done. "Okay husband."
Jungkook smiles, "okay flower."
- The End
Honestly this was supposed to be a drabble, just a drabble. Now that it has finished I will tell you, this was a book that was only supposed to have a few parts with intimate scenes where a simple concubine turns out with the king and that was it but I went way off track but I
glad I did, because I could finally write my first ever historical fic. If you guys reached here, thank you for being with me form the starting to end and baring through all the tough angst, you guys were such an amazing sport, your reactions kept this story alive, hands down.
For now, I am signing out with the king and the prince. See you in another one of my story, my loves.