Taming The Beast - Part II

Taming the Beast - Part II

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, Slight descriptions of drowning (if I forgot anything please let me know)

Words: 6.8k (Please bear with me and the shorter chapters until I can get more comfortable in the writing schedule - Thank you!)

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Your first appearance after being shipped to this inland hellscape was coming up closer than you thought possible.

There was some kind of knighting ceremony happening in the quad near the water. You were dressed in a lighter gown, something to keep the heat off of you. However, the men in uniform weren’t so lucky.

Coats of bright violet decorated their skin along with blazing white trousers running down their legs. Taehyung was standing next to you, looking on at the proceedings with a blank expression. He’d been avoiding you, yet again.

This seemed to be his normal with you however, so you tried not to let it affect you too much. Even if you were growing lonelier by the day. Your days were spent, either locked away in your room with tutors or roaming the grounds in search of someone, anyone to talk to.

This sense of isolation wasn’t normal for you. You’d grown up in a community, not shut off and left to rot in a glamorous cage that was far too suffocating for all it’s beauty. Perhaps that’s what they wanted though, for you to suffocate and finally give in to their demands. The offer was tempting, you couldn’t deny that. But what would become of your people if you stepped down? Walked away and let this tyrant of a King rule them in your stead?

Your decision was clear in your mind at least.

The knighting ceremony drolled on and on. The King’s voice echoed across several rows of men awaiting their chance to be recognized by the illusionist they called a royal. But out of the corner of your eye you noticed Taehyung swaying slightly. You turned your head to face him head on and he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in and kept his head forward.

Following suit you continued to drown out his majesty’s voice. You looked out across the water and sighed, trying to let the familiar scent of water fall over you. It did little to help you, however, only leaving a familiar ache in your chest as the smell of home etched itself into your nostrils.

Your feet were beginning to hurt, from standing for so long. The heat was also starting to get to you as well. Sweat was pouring down your spine and pooling into the fabric of your dress. Even if Elaine had selected something a little lighter for today’s proceedings you were just as warm as you would be in those other stuffy gowns.

That’s when you saw Taehyung swaying again. This time your eyes shot to him, instead of your whole head. He was incredibly pale, sweating profusely as he was dressed like all the other men today. But unlike how the other’s got some reprieve in the shade, Taehyung was stuck in the sunlight.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

“Don’t speak,” he warned, keeping his head up.

“But-”

“Don’t.”

You shut your mouth.

You’d like to argue with him but the king’s shoulders were tensing at the sound of the two of you speaking, so you left it as it was. Him swaying and looking particularly rough in the light of the sun.

Soon, the ceremony finally came to an end. But there was a necessary gathering in the quad as the newly made knights mingled with their king and prince. But, instead of joining his father, Taehyung moved towards the back of the ground, leaning against the stone wall that kept the quad separated from the water.

You watched as he took his hat off, fanning himself with it desperately.

Why didn’t he just take off his jacket? Wouldn’t that be the simplest option here?

Moving towards him you watched in horror as he started to sway again. But, now he was up on the steps. You wanted to shout for him to get down, that he was going to fall that way but yelling, as you had been told on multiple occasions, was improper for a lady. So you tried your best to walk towards him without looking too frantic.

But, you were being stopped.

“My lady, it is best to leave him be for right now,” Xavier’s voice came through your ears.

“And let him fall into the water? Sounds like a great plan,” you growled. He tensed at your tone, but stood firm regardless of his slight fear of you.

“If you’re truly that worried then I’ll send someone to check on him in a moment,” he said, beginning to pull you back from the prince.

“Why can’t I just go do it now? At least let me get him away from the edge, look at him swaying like that!”

Xavier frowned and paid little attention to the ill prince on the stairs.

“He doesn’t need to be babied my lady, he’s a grown man and he will handle it himself,” he said.

Oh.

You understood now.

He didn’t want you fussing over him and making him look weak compared to you. He didn’t want these men here to think that you had any kind of power over the prince. He wanted it to be the exact opposite. Xavier wanted these men to see you bow to the royal advisor’s wishes and be a complacent bride to be.

To hell with that.

You ripped your hand away from Xavier’s surprisingly tight grip before heading off towards Taehyung.

“My lady!” Xavier almost yelled, but kept himself quiet for the sake of his guise... He must be patient... For now.

You stalked towards the stairs, little care for what anyone else thought as you watched Taehyung sway in an alarming fashion.

Just as you were about to reach for him, Taehyung’s body all but crumpled, falling over the edge of the wall and into the unforgiving waters below. You didn’t know it, but you screamed, looking down at the water as it bubbled, taking Taehyung deep into its depths.

Several people came rushing over and looked down.

“What happened?”

“Where is the Prince?”

“Oh God did he fall?”

Elaine moved forwards from the back, pale in the face as she looked down at the water beneath. You looked at her for a moment before she met your eyes.

“H-He can’t swim,” she croaked.

“He what?” you asked, gripping her shoulders. She balked at you for a few moments before righting herself in your grasp.

“The prince, he can’t swim,” she confirmed.

“Oh for the love of the Goddess,” you growled, ripping your hat off and pushing it towards her.

“My lady, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Saving that insolent pup,” you said, before flinging your shoes off and letting your hair down.

“Buy my lady! The current will suck you out further into the water!” Elaine said.

“That’s just a possibility, if I don’t go in there then he’ll certainly drown,” you said, rolling your shoulders before diving off the wall.

You pierced the water delicately, like an arrow shooting through the wind. You dove down, farther and farther until you saw Taehyung. Floating in the deep like a doll, body limp and unmoving.

Diving deeper than before you reached your hand out, grasping Taehyung’s wrist and hauling him forwards. You saw the docks under the water, and they weren’t that far from where you were now. If you could pull him up onto the docks, you’d be golden.

The water caressed your body, but your dress was redistricting your movements. Finding the sash under the water you pulled it open, pushing it off with one hand. You watched as the beautiful fabric sank towards the bottom, giving you more leverage to pull Taehyung towards the top.

Carefully, you swam towards the surface. When you were almost there you pushed Taehyung up ahead of you, so he broke through the surface first. You joined him at the top, gasping in greedy lungfuls of air. But you didn’t hear Taehyung breathing.

With a strength only a member of your tribe could possess, you swam towards the dock, dragging Taehyung along by the collar of his jacket. Finally, with a huff of effort, you managed to get yourself up onto the dock, only in your undergarments. But you didn’t really care about your state of undress when your supposed fiance wasn’t breathing.

Hooking your arms underneath his armpits you heaved with all your might to bring him up onto the dock. Somehow, by the grace of the Goddess herself, you managed. He wasn’t as light as he was in the water. And now with his thick clothing being water logged you had an even harder time getting him out of the frigid abyss.

Taehyung fell against the wooden dock like a soaked towel, limp and lifeless as you assessed the situation. You weren’t unfamiliar with people going unconscious in the water, and needing to help them regain their breath after.

Holding your hand over his face you confirmed he wasn’t breathing. So you did what you knew worked best. Tugging his coat off of his body you listened for a heartbeat, and felt your own stammer at his lack of one. Looking up at his grey face, you put your hands over the middle of his chest and started to push, hard.

His whole body lurched as you continued the compressions, counting in your head and keeping a rhythm. You heard the shouting from down the way, but you kept going, trying to keep up the pace.

“Come on, come on,” you said, while everyone surrounded you.

“My lady! You simply cannot present yourself in such a manner-”

“Shut up! You’re going to throw off my rhythm and then he’ll die,” you growled, forcing your entire upper body down on Taehyung’s chest. Xavier quieted at your feral tone, but you could tell you’d be in for a lecture on mannerisms and everything like that later.

That’s when you heard it.

A little sputter.

You stopped your compressions and watched in relief as Taehyung coughed up the rest of the water. Finally, you let yourself relax as you watched a few men come around and haul Taehyung into a sitting position. Seokjin and Jimin patted him on the back and checked him over for a moment.

Taehyung’s eyes focused on you and noticed your state of undress.

“G-Get her a jacket,” he croaked, still coughing harshly as he rid himself of the water in his lungs.

Soon you felt the warm fabric gracing your shoulders, but you kept your gaze fixed on him as he waved off several attempts of people trying to help him up. You watched as he stood on shaky legs, almost collapsing to the ground again. But, he finally stood and stayed on his feet. You did the same, wrapping the jacket around your chilling frame tighter.

“My lady!” Elaine’s voice came rushing down the dock, looking at you with worry written across her features.

“I’m fine Elaine,” you said, giving her a weak smile.

“Why would you do that!? Why on Earth would you save the prince? Was it your intention to humiliate him in front of the entire court?” she almost growled.

“H-Humiliate him?”

Seokjin and Jimin were already escorting Taehyung back towards the Palace.

“My lady, why didn’t you let one of the knights do it? He’s going to seem like a pathetic whelp in front of the court!” she stated, tightening the jacket around you as she began to push you back towards your cage all over again.

“I don’t understand, was I just supposed to let him drown?”

“You were supposed to let someone else do it,” she said, sighing as you two walked.

“Of course,” you sighed. “I saved his life and somehow I get in trouble for doing so. Not even a thank you?”

Elaine seemed exasperated, but kept her mouth shut. She knew if she said anything more about manners or etiquette you’d most certainly explode. But her silence was just as infuriating, if not more so.

“You are all so prideful that you can’t accept it when you need help. Needing help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. Knowing when you can’t accomplish something on your own. Being aware of your limits is one of the best assets out there.”

--

Of course, you’d received a lecture from Xavier on how you were not to act savagely in public. You were to be poised and elegant, someone deserving of the young prince. As much as you wanted to disagree, that you didn’t need to be some cookie cutter version of a princess to be worthy of someone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to argue.

And a few short days later, you’d fallen ill.

Honestly, you should’ve been more careful. You didn’t take a warm bath after the freezing waters graced your skin and you also had overexerted yourself.

The fever set in shortly after, and you were miserable.

Elaine came in every once in a while to change the cloth on your head, but other than that it was a lonely few days so far. You were cold, even under the mass of blankets they’d piled on you. You shook and your teeth rattled with a vengeance.

You’d asked about Taehyung, wanting to know if he was suffering any repercussions from his little stint in the water, but no one really gave you any kind of answer other than he was performing his duties as usual.

The tutors cut your lessons short, seeing that you weren’t in a state to remember or provide decent feedback to their questions. So, your days were filled mainly with silence, save for the sound of birds chirping outside your barred windows in the morning.

That was, until a knock came to your door one afternoon.

Your fever still hadn’t broken, and you were really feeling drained this particular day.

But what sent your mind swirling more than the fever was the fact that Prince Taehyung was standing in your doorway, looking like a nervous child as he stared at his feet. You raised a brow, looking at him in confusion.

“They said you aren’t getting any better,” he said, voice soft in the large room. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“I see,” you said, leaning back against the pillows.

“May I come closer?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“If you don’t fear my fever,” you said, shrugging.

“There are few things I fear more than a fever,” he said, swallowing hard.

You understood what he meant immediately, and shut your mouth. But, you patted your bed with a gentle hand, urging him to come forward. He did just that, and sat towards your feet. You looked at him, noticing he wasn’t pale or suffering any after effects of almost drowning like you were.

At least he managed to get away practically unscathed.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, trying not to let your weakened voice crack as you asked your question.

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that,” he said, a soft smile brushing his lips before disappearing all together.

“It’s a fever, I’ve gotten them before. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said, clearing your throat.

“But what if you don’t?” he asked, lifting his gaze to yours.

“Then I don’t,” you said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Do you really not fear death?” he asked.

“I don’t fear it for myself, no. I fear it for those around me, my mother and friends back home that would miss me if I were to die. But for myself? I am not afraid,” you said, tilting your head. “Why?”

“You act as though nothing frightens you, I wonder what a life without fear is like,” he sighs, shoulders slumping forwards.

“It’s not that I don’t fear anything at all. I do. But I don’t let that fear control me, rather, I let it fuel me. Instead of constricting me I let it give me purpose and direction,” you explained.

“I wish I could do that,” he marveled, leaning forward on his knees, placing his head in his hands.

“You can, but it takes practice,” you said, voice wavering as a fit of coughs hit you hard. Taehyung looked at you in concern, watching as you reached for a glass of water on your nightstand with a shaky hand. Without much more thought he was on his feet and handing you the glass, waiting patiently until you were done to place it back on the nightstand for you.

Swallowing hard, you watched as Taehyung sat up by your hips this time.

“People have been telling me I should come in here and discipline you. For making a spectacle out of me, in front of the court and several newly knighted men. As well as my father. He is-he is the one wanting me to assert myself over you. But, the only words I wish to say are thank you,” he said, looking at you with an odd look swimming in his eyes.

“Forgive me for sensing duplicity,” you said, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung sighed before nodding. “I can’t ask you to believe me when I tell you those words, but, they are genuine. I mean it. Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to, and yet you risked your life to save mine. I won’t forget that.”

“And what about looking weak in front of the court, hmm? Have they shamed you yet?” you asked.

“A few have asked about my constitution. If I am faring well after falling in the frigid water,” he said.

“It could be worse,” you reasoned.

“Certainly, but your situation is worrying me more,” he said.

“You have left me to my own devices for weeks. I apologize for prying into your business, but it seems that you only want to speak to me when you’ve done something wrong. To appease your guilty conscience? I’m afraid you won’t get any pity from me. Because you’ve been cold and distant on your own. And you’re worried about me? Funny how you haven’t been worried until the interaction directly correlates with you,” you said.

Taehyung frowned and looked at his lap. You knew that he wasn’t aware of your struggles. But he also hadn’t ever asked. You were like a pretty accessory that had been locked away for safekeeping. But, you weren’t pretty in their eyes, you were a tool to be used when necessary. You were a means to an end.

“I’ve been uprooted from everything I know. Everyone I’ve ever taken comfort in. I’ve been isolated, humiliated and treated like an animal. Do you know how that fares on someone’s mind?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung remained silent.

“You barred these windows like I’m some kind of prisoner. But, where do I have to go? My family has already accepted our terms, I have no place among them anymore. My people will listen to me, but I’m being told they will be regurgitated orders from the king here. I am to sit like a doll and be obedient. I try to do well by you, I try to help you, but apparently that’s not allowed either. So tell me Taehyung, when you say thank you to me-exactly what sacrifice are you thanking me for?”

The prince sat there with a pained expression.

“I didn’t want you to come here,” he whispered. “I didn’t know what it would do.”

“Perhaps not, but you listen to your father blindly because you’ve been taught that blind devotion is more powerful than genuine leadership. Leaders should be strong, yes. And leaders should be just, but most importantly leaders should know when enough is enough. When it is time to show mercy, because sometimes... we as people don’t know when to stop.”

Taehyung stood up quickly, back turned towards you. Your eyes felt heavy, you’d exerted a lot of yourself in this argument.

“I’m not the one to blame here. I’ve done nothing wrong. But perhaps you don’t understand, considering your background. Your people probably solved arguments with their fists instead of their minds,” he sighed.

You felt the anger come over you in a wave. It fueled every beat of your heart, every inch of your being was scorching hot in fury. How dare he? How dare he assume that you were lesser. You didn’t grow up with pedigree, your people didn’t see the point. You worked for what you wanted. Since when was using your two hands to get what you wanted, a bad thing?

Seeing red, you flung the bedding off your legs and stood up, hauling off and forcing him to spin around to face you. Taehyung’s eyes were wide with shock.

“You will listen to me,” you growled. “I am not incapable of rational thought. Nor are my people. You will not insult my tribe nor will you insult me. Just because I don’t fit into the standards your people have cultivated, doesn’t mean that I am unworthy. I am sick of people saying that I am undeserving of you. Who gets to decide that?”

Taehyung was wide eyed. Never before had a woman spoken so openly to him, challenged him. He wasn’t sure how to react, so you kept going.

“I am a person. I have a heartbeat, just like you,” you said, tugging one of his hands onto your chest. Taehyung almost gasped, but he feared his outburst would only aggravate you further. “I’m alive. I’m not some object for you to toss around when it’s convenient. I am Y/N of the Nightcrawler tribe, your future wife. Treat me as such.”

Your chest was heaving. Your heart was pounding, blood rushing through your ears. Taehyung could do little but look down at you with shock. You had spoken out against him, put your hands on him and defied him. Like a tally of things the future queen would never do, you did in the span of five minutes.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, his voice soft.

“I’m vulnerable too. I have weak spots, so please, don’t push them,” you whispered.

Taehyung looked at you. Properly.

Your body was ravaged by this fever. Your face was sunk in and your hair was limp against your head. He didn’t come here to pick a fight with you, although he never expects to and you wind up here anyways. But, everything you say is always different from what he thinks. And it’s frustrating for him.

Although, he hasn’t tried to see this from your perspective either.

You were about to further your point when Taehyung’s face started to go out of focus. You swallowed hard, blinking slowly to try and level your vision.

Taehyung noticed you started to lean back, making him frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching as you started to sway lightly.

“I-I’m... my head,” you whispered, body succumbing to your exhaustion and falling backwards.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, reaching out and grabbing you before you could hit the floor. The prince sunk to his knees, you cradled in his arms. Your eyes were closed, breaths coming in short and erratic. “Guards! Call the palace physician! Now!” Taehyung yelled.

“Yes your highness!” one responded. The sound of metal armor accompanied them down the hallway as Taehyung tried to get you to look at him.

“Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me,” he said, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Mama,” you whimpered, clutching his fingers tight. Your small hands held onto him with a strength he was impressed with considering your state.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung said, curling his fingers around yours.

“What happened?” a woman’s voice echoed through the room.

“She fainted,” Taehyung said, not turning his back.

“She’s sick, why was she out of bed in the first place?”

Taehyung turned and frowned.

“Elaine,” he warned.

“My apologies,” she sighed, looking down.

“She was yelling at me, I think she just tired herself out,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face. Elaine didn’t miss the tender action, swallowing hard.

“She yelled at you?” she asked.

“Yeah, I came here to thank her for saving me,” he explained. “But it turned into an argument.”

“There’s no reasoning with people like her,” Elaine said, shrugging.

“People like her?” Taehyung asked.

“Savages,” she answered, looking at you with a muted interest.

“She will be your future queen, don’t forget that,” he reminded.

Elaine was deathly quiet.

“You don’t have to keep telling me Tae, I know,” she whispered.

“I don’t like it either, but you have to respect her. She will be your ruler and my wife,” he said.

“Taehyung, we've had this conversation several times. What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her! Several kings take mistresses,” she exclaimed.

“My father didn’t, nor did my grandfather before him. Regreyan men are loyal, once we are married we will no longer be able to see each other,” Taehyung said.

“Tae,” she said, reaching out for him. Taehyung took her hand before it made contact with his shoulder.

“That’s final, Elaine. I will not disrespect my queen by being with you,” he answered. Elaine ripped her hand from his grasp.

“I’ve given you everything. All of me, every ounce of me is yours. I-I can never marry,” she tried, a pleading tone taking over.

“Elaine, I asked before we went further. I asked if you were sure, if you were aware of the consequences. You said you didn’t want to marry if it wasn’t me,” Taehyung said, eyes shining with tears.

“I don’t! But, Taehyung. Listen to yourself, you barely know this woman. We’ve loved each other for years, why can’t it be me? Huh? If you’re willing to marry this creature then surely a servant wouldn’t be an issue,” Elaine said, gripping her skirts.

“You don’t have any form of title, Elaine. You never have. She may not have a Regreyan title, but she is a princess in her own right,” Taehyung said, looking down at you.

“You aren’t listening to me,” she whispered.

“We need to stop this, Elaine. Before we both wind up hurting more than we need too,” he said.

“Fifteen years of loving you and you want me to just stop?” she asked, heart shattering with every word.

“You think this is easy for me? You think I want to shut you out and throw you to the wind? I love you so much, but we can’t do this anymore. It’s wrong,” Taehyung whispered.

Elaine kneeled down, taking his face in her hands. Taehyung leaned into the familiar warmth. She rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, soothing his fears with the touch.

“I love you too. So much, we can figure this out,” she encouraged. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away yet again.

“No, Elaine. You are the one not listening. I’m saying no, this can’t happen anymore. Don’t make me say it again, please. Quit giving me hope when I know there isn’t any,” Taehyung croaked.

You groaned in his arms, hand lifting to your forehead. Taehyung cradled your head, pulling you into his arms more comfortably for you.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung whispered,

“Where is she?” The palace physician’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Here! Elaine, go take the evening off, I’ll watch over her,” Taehyung said, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to bed.

“Yes, your highness,” Elaine said stiffly, turning and walking out of the room.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“She fainted, I think she just over exerted herself,” Taehyung answered.

Elaine felt her heart hammering against her chest as she flew down the hall. She had to let him know. Their plan was failing. Taehyung was going to marry you and everything was going to go up in smoke if they didn’t do something.

Now.

Rushing down the hallway she stumbled into the eerily familiar room. Elaine was panting, chest heaving as her fears and anxieties culminated into an ugly monster that roared within her.

Taehyung was hers...

He always had been.

T-There was no way some beastly woman from the Nightcrawler tribe was going to take him from her.

“What seems to be the matter,” the dark voice of her counterpart asked.

“T-The prince, he won’t listen to me anymore. H-He says we must stop meeting, he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. You-You said that she wouldn’t come between us! You promised me that in the end I would wed Taehyung!” she cried.

“Silence you insolent brat!” his voice practically turned her blood to ice. Elaine remained silent as her partner looked across the books in the room with muted interest. “What did he say?”

“He said we can’t be together anymore. That he won’t disrespect her by being with me as well,” she whimpered. “Please fix this. Tell me you can fix this.”

“My dear, I can fix several problems. But, I can’t stop him from losing interest in you,” the voice warned.

“H-He’s not losing interest! It’s his sense of duty,” she said, frowning at her skirts.

“Sense of duty you said,” her partner murmured. “Perhaps we need to give him a different person to be faithful too.”

“What do you mean?” Elaine questioned.

“When was the last time you and Taehyung were intimate?”

Elaine choked.

“We-well... Um, perhaps a little over a month ago? Perhaps longer? We haven’t been intimate since before he left for the Nightcrawler tribe,” Elaine mumbled.

“A good time frame, you wouldn’t be showing yet,” their voice murmured.

“Showing what?”

“Do you take the tonics regularly?”

Elaine blushed yet again.

“Y-yes I do,” she answered.

“Does he see you take them?” they asked.

“No, usually he’s gone before then,” she said, face pulling down in sadness.

“So even though you’ve taken it, he wouldn’t know for sure. Say the apothecary gave you a poor tonic. Say you believe to be with child,” the cruel voice urged.

“I-I can’t lie to him,” Elaine refused. Suddenly, a hand was gripping her throat. Elaine struggled, gripping the hands with desperation.

“You want him to be yours, right? You want to send that Nightcrawler filth back where she belongs? Then you’ll do whatever I say, and I will ensure that Taehyung and you are together,” they promised, slowly letting the pressure of their grip go.

Elaine rubbed her tender throat, swallowing harshly.

“Y-Yes, I’ll do as you ask,” she said, placing her hands on her stomach.

“Good, tell him soon.”

“I will.”

--

The next week you had been feeling better. You were still a little shaky when it came to walking for long distances and your head still felt a little dizzy when you stood up, but, for the most part you’d made a full recovery.

Taehyung had been oddly attentive the past few days.

He would check on you after your studies, making sure you weren’t feeling ill or too exhausted. He even told the tutors to take it easy on you for the time being, until you were one hundred percent better.

Being babied isn’t something you were used to, coming from where you did. In the Nightcrawler tribe, you took care of yourself unless it was life or death. And if you were sick? You’d work until you couldn’t feel the pain anymore. Or you collapsed. Whichever came first.

Now, it may sound cruel to teach people not to listen to their bodies. Making you push your limits and then some, but it was all for a purpose. To be the best you could. If you pushed yourself when you were weak, then you’d be stronger. Push through the pain to get to the other side where you could rest.

But, it was also about learning your limits. Knowing what you can and can’t take is important.

Today you had lunch scheduled with Taehyung and a few others. Xavier mentioned it wouldn’t require much on your end, just some pleasantries. Sometimes those were the worst things. Exchanging meaningless words with people you didn’t care about. Why did anyone care about saving face when these people made their own assumptions about you beforehand?

It was all so exhausting.

Elaine came in, deathly silent.

She’d been like this for a while.

Only speak when spoken to. You weren’t necessarily close with her, but you didn’t like the silence. It was unnerving.

“Elaine,” you said when she walked over holding your dress in her hands.

“Yes, my lady,” she responded, monotone.

“Are you alright?” you asked, watching as she came closer.

“I’m fine,” she answered, curt and short.

“What’s happened?” you pressed. Whatever she was hiding must be a large burden to carry on her own. Perhaps, you could make a friend in this hell after all.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with, my lady. Please, don’t put more unnecessary stress on yourself because of a servant’s problems,” she said, turning and gathering your shoes.

“Problems are still problems, no matter who they belong to,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me. But you can if you want to.”

“My lady, it is very kind of you to offer, but please... Please stop asking,” she said, voice cracking at the end.

“Very well,” you nodded, turning and looking at the window.

It was a nice day outside today. You would be having lunch in the gardens according to Xavier, with several elite members of the court (he liked to stress this part in hopes of getting you to behave but it rarely ever worked).

Elaine dressed you, pulling your corset tight against your body. Was it just you, or was it tighter today? She fastened everything and pulled the fabric over your head. You felt it pool around your arms and feet, gently caressing you.

The color was a soft pink, like a flower that grew right by the lake back home. The thought of home made a twinge of pain shoot through your heart, it was likely you’d never seen it again. Especially with the way things were going now...

Elaine finished gathering your skirts and helped you get your shoes on. She didn’t spend too long on your hair, just placing a small pin in before letting the rest fall naturally.

A knock came to the door.

Elaine walked over, opening in and bowing low to the individual on the other side.

“Your highness,” she said.

Taehyung walked in, dressed nicely. You assessed him. He looked okay, if anything he appeared to be tired. Although, that was a common theme for him anyways. The prince approached you, giving an appropriate nod before offering you his arm.

“What is that for?” you asked, raising a brow.

“I thought they were training you on etiquette,” he said, still holding his elbow out to you. “I’m escorting you down to lunch.”

Your brows raised in recognition. “I see,” you said, taking his arm gently. Taehyung nodded to Elaine and took you down the stairs.

You were quiet for the majority of the walk to the gardens. Taehyung kept pace with you easily, guiding you down the halls of the palace with practiced ease. You followed behind, keeping your face level. Guards lined the walls as you got closer to the outside.

Soon, you were walking into the large gardens. There was a table set up, people were sitting around already enjoying some tea and finger foods. Taehyung walked over and the individuals were on their feet fast.

You and Taehyung both nodded in their direction. Taehyung pulled a chair out for you, helping you sit down and pushing your seat in when you were comfortable. He found his spot next to you, and shortly thereafter food was being served.

Small plates came out and the idle chatter started. No one really addressed you, keeping their conversation mainly between themselves and sometimes including Taehyung.

Until, one woman from the back spoke up.

“Lady Y/N, this is your first time dining with the court, is it not?” she asked, leaning her head on her hand.

“Yes, it is,” you agreed, bringing your food to your mouth gingerly.

Your stomach was still fitful at the best of times and you weren’t looking to vomit in front of several people. Even if it didn’t bother you, you would certainly get a lecture about a bodily function you had no control over.

“I’m surprised you speak so well,” another woman announced.

“Did you think otherwise?” you asked. Taehyung could see where this was going a mile away. Quickly, under the table, he grabbed your leg. You almost jumped at the contact, but you kept yourself still.

“Do your people know how to read and write? Or was it only for the leader’s children?” the same woman asked.

“It’s not common for my people to read and write, we don’t particularly have a use for it in the masses. So, we select a few who don’t appear to be natural warriors and train them in it instead. We play to people’s strengths,” you said, trying not to sound too proud.

“Funny. We thought you just killed the weak,” someone said towards the back. Your head snapped to the side, finding the person who spoke. Your eyes narrowed.

“That’s a waste of precious human life. Why would we kill our own people simply because they aren’t meant for one path. No one is meant for the exact same path as another. Being a warrior isn’t for everyone,” you reasoned, trying desperately to keep calm.

“Being a queen isn’t for everyone either,” someone mumbled.

You slammed your hands on the table, tea sets rocking and plates clattering. Taehyung looked like he was going to explode, but you were already boiling.

“You think me to be so simple? You think that I am a mere animal in your eyes. That I know nothing of discipline. Nothing of control. Well, you must think I have some form of control, because you know what Nightcrawlers can do, and you’re still speaking to me like a child. How brave of you. So you know what I’m capable of, but you’re still pushing my buttons. You want to see how tight of a leash they put me on, is that it? Because I can assure you, no amount of collars or restraints will tame me. I am unbreakable,” you growled. “And you are nothing in the wake of me.”

“You’re nothing but a beast! You wouldn’t know cordial if it hit you in the face!”

“We expect some kind of heathen to be our queen? You’re laughable, that's what you are,” someone bellowed from their seat.

“Everyone please, settle down-”

“This is what I think of you and your people!” a woman screeched, tossing a glass of water right on you. You felt the rush of cold water soaking into your dress and you felt the anger double. The guards quickly surrounded the woman who soaked you, making you raise a brow.

Then a knowing smile took over your features.

“I see...”

“Y/N, sit down!” Taehyung barked, your head dropped, looking at the ground with that same smirk on your face.

“Your guards are protecting a member of the court before they’re protecting me. She threw water at me and they’re defending her. This shows me how you view me. What you all think of me. I am just a monster to you, aren’t I?” you said weakly.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung started.

“I hoped that I would find another home here,” you breathed. “But all I found was a prison.”

Taehyung’s heart stammered in his chest at your tone. You wiped the water off your face, turned towards Taehyung.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to my room to rest. I hope you all enjoy your lunch,” you said, walking towards the palace. Elaine was there at the door, wrapping you in a towel and ushering you inside.

Taehyung wanted to bolt after you, make sure that you would take a bath and not further damage your health. But there was a mess to clean up here.

“What a rude woman,” a lord to Taehyung’s left said, wiping his pants off. Some of the water that hit you had also gotten him as well.

“I’m so sorry your highness,” a woman lamented. “She seems horrid.”

“No. She is not to blame for this, you all pushed her. You knew what would happen and you wanted to make sport of her,” Taehyung glowered at his court. “If this were any other woman. You’d all be bowing to her.”

Taehyung started to leave the table in search of you, he was done with the mindless people with nothing but money and greed filling their hearts.

“We’d never bow to the likes of her!” someone shouted.

Taehyung chuckled.

“You will.”

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Kill me Softly

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Vampire!AU, Smut

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, angst (sorryyy), threatening the life of a pregnant person, smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), dom!reader, sub!kook, unprotected sex (don't do as I write pls), creampie, edging, nipple play (phew), fucking in a forest (don't do that peeps), unexpected pregnancy, if I forgot something please let me know! (It does get intense so please be aware!)

Words: 26.1k (OOOF)

Summary: As a reclusive vampire, you haven’t seen one of your kind in centuries. Regardless, Jungkook is tasked with hunting you down and bringing you back to the King by whatever means necessary. Even if you’re shattered by the end of it.

*This is set in the universe of my 'I Belong to You' Taehyung X Reader story - although it was written a few years after so please forgive a couple discrepancies here and there. I did start writing this a few months ago so if it seems a little awkward that's why. It's mainly unedited because I didn't have timmmeee I sowwy! But please enjoy!*

Petrichor.

It filled your nostrils and suffused your whole body as you ran through the forest after your next kill. A doe, already wounded, ran through the woods ahead. It made your blood sing with the fire of hunger. Her blood splattered on the ground and it made your mouth water at the thought of finally being able to eat after a week of starving.

You tried not to eat frequently in order to keep the forest in balance, but as you’ve gotten older it’s been harder to control. Especially around a human.

Gods, the smell of their blood absolutely sends you spiraling into a new world of hunger. But every time you’ve tried to feast on one since... since he passed, you can’t help but taste the blood taste of rotting flesh. It makes your stomach churn painfully just to think about it.

But now it was time to focus on the hunt, and the glory of victory that was just within your grasp. You would make her death quick and you also made sure she didn’t have any fawns that relied on her still. You knew what it was like to grow up without family, so you weren’t going to subject anyone to that pain. Animal or not.

Finally, her injured leg tripped over a log and she fell to the forest floor. She didn’t even try to get back up, accepting of her fate. She snorted and huffed as she looked at you, fear in her eyes. You shushed her and patted her back gently.

“It’s okay, I’ll make it quick I promise,” you said. You cradled her head and twisted harshly, a distinctive snap going through the air. The deer fell limp, and you gorged yourself on her blood.

You must’ve looked a sight. Huddled over a deer carcass in the middle of the woods right after a vicious rain storm. Your body revelled in the feeling of her blood coursing through your dried veins for a moment. It made you feel alive, something you haven’t ever been.

You were what they called a ‘purebred’ vampire. Unlike most vampires, you weren’t turned, you were born a vampire. There are very few purebred vampires left in the world. The King of Vampires, King Taehyung, was one of them. But you weren’t interested in being a part of his Council. They were all full of themselves and their rare abilities, something you can only gain if you are turned by a purebred vampire. Or, if you’re born a vampire.

You had a rare ability as well. You were able to control all the elements at command. It was extremely rare for anyone to have an elemental power, and you had the power to control all four. It was paramount that you didn’t use them, however.

If the council caught wind of you near, they’d no doubt come looking. And they’d want to control you. You were as fickle as water, temperamental as fire, changing as the wind and stubborn as a rock. You demanded respect and you weren’t going to be used as a puppet for others enjoyment, you’d rather die.

Finishing off your meal you wiped your mouth clean, heading in the direction you came. Taking one last look at the deer, you decided to pay your respects. Lighting a cigarette and letting it burn and dropping it to the wet ground and stamping it out as your offering of tobacco. Giving a little nod you left, running towards your camp.

You skirted around the open fields, making sure to stick to the treeline without getting out in the sunlight. Purebred vampires don’t actually burn up in the sun, they just can’t use their abilities when in direct light. It makes fighting a lot more difficult. That’s why some vampires decided to train with swords or knives, perhaps bows as well. Regular vampires who were just turned by regular vampires also don’t burn up, they are just weakened and have to feed more often.

It’s difficult to curb all the rumors around vampires. The humans are fearful of their rulers and simply don’t want to be walking blood bags. So, they’ll say whatever they want to your face, but they’ll talk behind your back. Testy beings.

Making it back to camp you felt the strength from your meal beginning to wane. It was hard, only drinking from animals. But you couldn’t control your hunger at the best of times when an animal is around, imagine what you would do if there was a human. But you’d refuse to eat, you can’t, after you killed your lover...

You think back on him sometimes and wonder if there really was any saving someone that stupid. A human falling for a vampire is dangerous, and vice versa. Unless you plan to turn them at some point. Even then it can be dangerous. Vampires tend to drink so much that they can’t replenish what they took with their blood. Although, there is a ritual that has to be performed prior that most people forget about. You have to want it. Regular vampires tend to turn anyone who asks! And that’s why humans are so fleeting. Everyone is afraid to die, no one likes getting sick and then there’s the possibility of added abilities? What could be better?

Living with the ones you love. That’s what counts, and humans are fleeting creatures. They’re here then they’re gone. Living and dying like ants on the pavement. But you loved one. Foolishly, but it was a passion that hasn’t been matched. The feeling of being in his arms was so perfect, so right that you could fall asleep thinking of his embrace and all would be made right.

He asked, that idiot asked. He wanted to be with you forever, and you decided you could do it. Change him. Make his heart stop beating forever, because you were selfish. Because you didn’t want to be alone in this life. You wanted him, you wanted nothing more in this life. But, like your nature suggested, you’re a creature of greed. And as his ashen face looked up at your horrified expression, he smiled.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, before dying in your arms.

That bastard forgave you. But left you alone to deal with the feelings of guilt, the sleepless nights, nightmares that haunted your days. Because vampires do sleep, they just didn’t need to as often as humans.

It’s hard for you to accept the life of solitude, but it’s a necessary evil. You won’t allow anyone to get hurt because of you ever again. It sometimes seemed fruitless, because there were other vampires that would take your place to harm the living. But if you could be the one less, it was enough for you. And perhaps you could change some minds while you were at it.

You made a fire, boiling some water from the stream. Even though you knew nothing in there could kill you, it made you feel better. Pulling it off the fire you decided it was time for a wash. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt from the hunt. And damn if you weren’t going to look presentable. Even if it was just for yourself.

Walking to the stream you began to strip down. An uneasy feeling came over you, but you shook it off quickly. So, you continued to undress. Slowly walking into the stream you felt the chill run through you. A human wouldn’t be able to handle this water, but it was just a little crisp for a vampire.

Dipping your head underwater, you waited.

Something was creeping around the tree line. You could feel it. If you gave them the assumption that you were just a naked girl, perhaps they wouldn’t try to trifle with you and they could leave and you could bathe. You peeked your head above the water and you peer around, your amber eyes locking onto something down the stream. It was a black wolf, drinking from the stream seamlessly.

But something felt off, like its eyes were...

Oh fuck.

You had to go and you had to go now.

But running out of the stream now would tip him off, but perhaps if you just went back under and began cleaning yourself you could-

The wolf dipped its paw into the water across the stream. Fear pierced your heart as you watched it slowly place its other front paw in the chilled water, like it wasn’t cold.

It was time to go.

You didn’t give a damn about tipping him off at this point, but maybe you could out-run him.

“Don’t think so sweetheart,” a chilling voice crept over your skin as you stood, naked as the day you were born, in the stream.

“Can’t this wait until after I’m dressed?” You made the move to cover yourself.

“Do you really want my answer?” he asked.

“Suppose I don’t,” you said, trying to think of a plan that would get you out of here fast enough.

“You know what happens next,” he said, readying the cuffs brushed with vervain.

Vervain is an herb used to weaken vampires. But it was less potent on purebreds, although you know those restraints could hold you.

Faster than a human could blink you froze the water around his legs. Running up onto shore you heard it shatter. And moments later, there he stood in front of you.

Damn, why did you do that?! Now he knows you can control at least one element!

“Ah, don’t be so frigid darling,” he teased.

“Just let me go,” you said, moving to walk around him when he gripped onto your upper arm.

“Don’t think so miss, I think a power like that needs to be investigated by the council,” he whispered.

Frowning you ripped out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“Fussy little thing huh?” he said, cracking his neck before coming towards you again.

“I mean it, I really don’t want to hurt you,” you said, backing away from him.

He laughed, heartily. You watched as he doubled over, making a fool of you.

You growled lowly before taking a slice at him with the water from the stream. He easily moved out of the way as if he were expecting you to put up a fight. Still covering yourself you slashed at him again, but he was agile, moving out of the way as if the water wasn’t an issue for him. You growled and moved the water to form a hardened ball of ice, throwing it at him. Yet it didn’t even phase him.

“Now darling, I think you need to rethink this whole deal. Don’t you know who I am?” he asked.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. The nerve on this guy.

“I know you work for the King, that’s all I know-all I care to know,” you remarked.

“Don’t be that way, my name is Jungkook. And you’re going to come with me,” he said, smiling brightly, like he’d already caught you.

“Sorry Jungkook, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” you said, sweeping him into the stream quickly with what water was available. He gasped as he was pulled in.

You turned to grab your clothes and booked it back towards your camp. All you needed was your money and you could run. Run as far as you could until they didn’t bother to look for you.

The sound of footsteps running after you echoed in your head as you tried to keep your pace faster. But he was much stronger than you. A vampire that feeds off humans would naturally be faster. But you couldn’t let that stop you.

Running into your camp you grabbed the satchel of coins quickly before booking it in a random direction. You just had to get somewhere he couldn’t find you. Carefully you found a hiding spot. Jungkook’s footsteps stopped, but that didn’t mean anything. He could be in the trees, he could be in that wolf form you saw earlier.

So you couldn’t let your guard down for a moment. Because that very well could be it.

Scanning the surroundings you found that he wasn’t on the ground at the very least.

Then a twig snapped from a tree about forty yards to your left. Your head shot in that direction, finding Jungkook had changed into some kind of monkey. So he wasn’t limited to one form. That made this a little more difficult.

Although, you did notice that his eyes remained a blood red. And they were locked with yours.

“Fuck,” you whispered, slamming your hand to your mouth the second you spoke. The damage had been done already; however, he’d seen you. Grabbing your coin purse you ran, as fast as you could.

But your speed hardly mattered as his hand encircled your arm. You jolted to a stop, grunting at the pain that shot through you. Jungkook chuckled and pulled you closer.

“Well sweetheart, that was quite the show. Never thought you’d try to drown me. Especially in running water. That made it harder. Quick thinking doll face. Since you know only purebred vampires can be in running water. Makes me wonder how you were able to be in there without any trouble,” he smiled.

You couldn’t help the little flutter that ran through you at the sight of it. Of course he’d be beautiful. He worked for the King. The King likes to surround himself with nice things. Cocky bastard.

“Let me go,” you demanded.

“As if, you’re coming with me,” he said, locking the vervain cuffs around your wrists. They burned as they settled against your skin.

“Ow, shit!” you hissed. Jungkook grabbed a hold of you and made sure your restraints were secure before taking your coin purse.

“Won’t be needing this where you’re going doll face,” he smirked, pocketing your hard earned money.

“You jerk! I earned that money, give it back!” you said, moving forward to kick him. But he grabbed your foot and twisted it, a sickening crack heard throughout the forest as your leg snapped in two. You screamed in agony, falling to the ground.

“Damn you, I was supposed to deliver you unharmed. You just have to make it difficult for me,” he sighed, coming closer to your writhing form.

“Fuck you,” you spat, using your good leg to kick away from him.

“Just hold still you little shit!” he growled, sitting himself on top of you. You felt the press of his weight in your secured hands that sat behind your back.

You also took notice at how his clothes clung to his body. Defined muscles greeted your eyes as you oogled him. Jungkook smirked and put his hands at your neck.

“Like what you see baby?”

You spat in his face, making him cringe.

“Alright. I’m done playing nice. You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not!”

With that, he hauled you up and over his shoulder. You screamed and flailed your good leg, the other one beginning to heal, but the recovery process was slowed by the vervain cuffs you were wearing. You squirmed and did everything in your power to be let go, but Jungkook held firm, not letting you go for a second.

Jungkook carried you to a horse, where you were thrown onto the front, and secured in place by the cuffs at your back. Jungkook’s hands came around you and secured the reins. And the two of you were off.

You felt a single tear fall down your face as you knew your freedom had slipped through your grasp.

Again.

--

Jungkook rode through the night, only stopping to give the horse water and food.

You didn’t know how far he rode to find you, you also wondered how he was able to find you when you hadn’t been in a village in over a month.

These thoughts plagued you as the pair of you continued to ride. Jungkook kept his head forward, never sparring you a glance as you made it through one village. The people in the town looked hungry and on the verge of collapse.

This is what the King has brought to people. Pain and suffering. Not joy and prosperity. What a joke.

“Whoa!” Jungkook said, slowing the horse to a stop.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching as he approached a group of women.

“Getting a snack, of course,” he said, smiling at the women beautifully.

You watched in horror. The women all shied away, but didn’t run. That would be punishable by death. Jungkook brushed the hair out of a younger woman’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She shivered, you didn’t know with fear or with excitement. But you could tell, Jungkook was doing some kind of glamour on her. She relaxed into his touches and you saw him gently pull her from the group.

He took her around a corner and from there you couldn’t see but you could hear.

Her soft whimpers, Jungkook whispering filth into her ears.

You heard the rustling of fabric and you didn’t want to continue to listen. You knew what he was doing.

Her moans and Jungkook’s drinking made you want to throw up.

It seemed to last forever, but eventually the girl stumbled out and ran in the opposite direction of Jungkook. And the man of the hour sauntered up to the horse as if he didn’t just fuck a random village girl behind a bakery.

“Alright, we can go,” he said, climbing back onto the horse.

You winced as his hands crossed over your body.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking at you.

“T-there’s blood on your hand,” you whispered, smelling the girl’s blood right in front of you.

“Appears there is, want some?” he offered it to you, holding his hand in front of your mouth.

“I-I...”

“What’s wrong? Not your cup of tea? Want me to find a nice guy who will let you take a bite? I don’t need you starving to death before getting there,” Jungkook stated, moving to get off the horse once again. You wiggled in protest.

“No! I don’t want anything, I’m not hungry,” you said.

Didn’t need him knowing you drink from animals. Although, he’s bound to find out eventually.

“If you’re sure,” he said, licking the blood from his hand and wiping the rest off on his pants. You sighed in relief, before he took off yet again.

The ride was quiet as the two of you went through the night without as much as a word to one another. There was nothing that needed to be said in your mind. He was holding you against your will, and there was no way out of it. With the vervain limiting your abilities, you wouldn’t be able to heat the irons up enough to melt them.

A frown worked its way onto your face.

Jungkook’s strong stomach was against your back and you had to fight the urge to turn around and look up at his beautiful face... wait, stop. No.

You shook your head. You couldn’t think like that. Your lover would be horrified to know he died only for you to fall for another man! There’s no way you could think of Jungkook in any other manner than a nuisance.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road ahead.

“Like I’m telling you,” you scoffed.

“I know what you look like naked, do you think that whatever is troubling you is more intimate than that?” he asked.

“I’d rather strip naked in front of you than tell you my personal thoughts,” you said, snapping at him.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that sometime,” he laughed.

You hated being under a watchful eye, you wanted to make him squirm and writhe like you were. It wasn’t fair he was the only one asking questions all the time. He had tried several times in the night to get you to tell him who your parents were. Like you were revealing that to him.

“And what about you?” you asked.

“What do you mean? You want to see me naked sometime? That can easily be arranged doll,” he whispered.

“Oh piss off,” you said, throwing your head back into his chest.

He huffed in annoyance and shoved your head forward with a flick of his wrist. You growled deep in your throat and turned to glare at him. He smiled his stupid perfect smile before focusing back on the road. God he was infuriating.

Jungkook stopped off for the night at an inn, getting the two of you a room.

When he unclipped your harness to the horse you decided you were too tired to run from him. It had been a few days since you slept last and you were ready for some rest. Jungkook helped you down, keeping your handcuffs on as the pair of you went up to your room for the night.

You were mad that it was a single room, but you’d put up with it for the time being. Using your abilities without sleeping afterwards really drains you.

When Jungkook opened the door you almost passed out. There was only one bed, and Jungkook was no doubt going to take it for himself. So you kicked off your boots, getting ready to get comfortable on the floor when you realized that you’d been in handcuffs for the better part of a whole day and you were aching.

“Jungkook?” you asked, turning to the man who was sitting on the bed, taking off his boots.

“What?” he asked, looking up.

“Can you take these off?” you asked. Gesturing to your handcuffs you smiled.

“Not happening,” he said, not even thinking about it.

“Please?” you asked, arms ready to fall off.

“Well, if I take those off you, how am I to know you won’t run away?” he asked.

“I promise I won’t run,” you said.

Jungkook laughed.

“As if I’m going to trust that, no way,” Jungkook answered. You frowned before sighing and turning to lay on the floor. You heard shuffling behind you and then you felt the cuffs full of vervain fall off. But before you could do anything about it you were hauled into the air. A small scream escaped you as you were thrown onto the bed.

“Jungkook!” you yelled, arms barely able to support you.

“The only way I’m keeping those cuffs off you is if you stay here in the bed where I can sense if you move,” he said.

“Nevermind, put the cuffs back on!” you said, scrambling off the bed.

Jungkook grabbed your sore wrists and pinned them to the bed, settling on top of your waist. You looked at him above you, staring at you with his beautiful crimson eyes. Your body lost its fight. The attractive man on top of you was too much. You flushed and looked away, staring at the lamp on the bedside table.

“Just sleep in the bed with me, it won’t kill you,” he said.

“I’d rather not, thanks,” you said back.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I won’t do anything either,” he said.

“I’d kill you before you even thought about it,” you growled.

“Too late for that doll face,” he smiled.

“You’re disgusting.”

Jungkook sighed before getting up and pulling you off the bed with him. Your leg was still healing a bit, so when he let go of you, your body began to crumple to the floor. Quicker than light Jungkook was there to catch you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you up.

“Your leg still isn’t better? What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“Um, no-nothing, I’m fine,” you said, trying to stand on your own.

“Easy, easy! Stop for a second!” he said, holding you against him tightly. “What’s really going on here? Why are you so weak?” he asked.

“I’m not weak!” you cried out, shoving him away with an impressive amount of strength. He coughed as the wall creaked against his weight. His eyebrow raised as he looked at you.

“What are you?” he asked.

“You already know, I’m one of you. A vampire,” you said.

“Yeah, smartass I know that. It’s just, I’ve never seen a vampire like you before. One that gets nervous at the sight of blood, you need it to survive. So why did you act like you did when I had that girl’s blood on me?”

“Because, it’s not human blood that I drink,” you answered.

Jungkook scoffed.

“There’s no way you could live on animal blood for very long. You’ll wither away,” he said.

“I’m going thirty years strong on it,” you said.

“More like thirty years meh on it,” he snarked.

“I have my reasons why I don’t drink from humans,” you said sharply.

“Why is that?” he asked, genuine curiosity leaking from his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Jungkook sighed and brushed himself off, coming towards you. You backed up against the wall, shutting your eyes tightly. Waiting for something, anything. But nothing happened. You peeked your eyes open, seeing Jungkook looking at you with interest.

“You’re a purebred aren’t you, not just turned by a purebred. What’s your name?” he asked. Too tired to think before speaking.

“Y/N,” you said softly.

“That’s a nice name, I’ve never heard of you before,” he trailed off.

“I’m not surprised, but, why do you think you were set out to find me?” you asked.

His face turned dark.

“The King would tell me if I was sent to kill you. If I was, you’d be dead already,” he said.

“Aren’t you confident,” you yawned.

“Come to bed,” he encouraged, changing the subject.

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you,” you said, firmly.

“How about this,” he said. Suddenly, his body shifted and a small cat stood at your feet. The eyes were blood red, but the rest was like a normal cat.

“Fine, fine. I’m tired, let’s just go to sleep,” you agreed sourly.

Jungkook hopped up on the bed, choosing the bottom as the most comfortable for him. You laid down, curling up into a ball before the lights and sounds of the world faded away, and you were asleep.

--

You awoke to an unusual weight across your body. Peeking one eye open you saw Jungkook, draped across you like an eight day wash. You growled and shoved him off the bed, hard. A small ‘oof’ could be heard from the other side, and then the whining commenced.

“Why did you do that hyung?” Jungkook complained from the floor.

“Because your hyungs aren’t here and you have no right to be touching me,” you said in a stern voice. Standing up you walked over to the window and peered out into the town.

A small bakery wafted fresh pastries through the village. People were walking around in the market, purchasing goods and making small talk with the vendors. It seemed normal enough.

“Good to know you’re not a morning person,” he said, rubbing his stomach.

“Thought you were supposed to be a cat,” you said, keeping your eyes trained on the village below.

“You never asked how long I could stay like that,” he answered.

“Good to know you’re someone who withholds the truth if it benefits you,” you threw his words back at him.

“How am I supposed to give you the truth if you don’t ask for it?”

“Jungkook,” you started, “we need to come to some kind of agreement.”

“I concur,” he said.

“So listen to my terms,” you said.

“Now you’re making demands? Remember you’re the prisoner here,” he said.

“Jungkook,” you warned.

“Fine, fine, make all the demands you want. Doesn’t mean I’m going to listen,” he said back with a yawn.

“I want to be unchained,” you started.

“Hold on-”

“And I want a meal at least once a week, animal: preferably deer,” you said.

“I can’t just-”

“If we are to stay in any hotels or inns I get first pick of where to sleep,” you continued.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said firmly.

“Yes, I wasn’t finished,” you said as if it were trivial.

Suddenly you were pinned against the wall by your throat. Vampires didn’t need to breathe, but if you were decapitated and burned, then you have a slew of other problems to be dealing with.

“Listen, I’m in charge here, doll face. Don’t forget who tracked you down and brought you here. If you were the stronger one, then I would be dead. It’s ridiculous to make demands in a situation where the power is in someone else’s hands. Remember sweetheart, just who is holding the reins,” he warned, dropping your neck and letting you fall to the ground.

Just as you were about to throttle him within an inch of his life he walked out the door. You sighed and hauled yourself up from the floor. Your leg was still a little wobbly, but nothing that couldn’t be dealt with. Walking down the stairs you surveyed the Inn with your eyes. There were several people sitting at tables and eating, and Jungkook wasn’t among them. Maybe he went to get the horse ready.

You were about to brush your hair from your face when you realized... He had forgotten to chain you up. Either that or he trusted his abilities to track you down. While you didn’t blame him, you were still wondering how he was able to find you in those woods you were camping out in. Maybe one of the villagers from the town nearby sold you out, but you hadn’t been there very long and you didn’t spend enough coin to be noticeable.

Before you could think about it much longer, you decided to follow him. If at the very least out of boredom. And he was kind of fun to aggravate.

You made it outside and Jungkook was readying the horse. You walked over and looked at him, watching with muted interest. Jungkook was handsome, anyone with eyes could see that. But there was something about his beauty that made you want to get closer. To touch his skin and feel his hands on your body. It was a little frightening to think this way, but most vampires were beautiful once they were turned. All imperfections and aging stops to make them irresistible to the prey. Like a beautiful flower that traps the insects and kills them for their own gain. Nature created such vile beasts like vampires, it upset you to know that you were one of them sometimes.

“If you’re going to ogle me can we at least be in a private place before you decide to do so?” Jungkook asked as he finished securing the saddle to the horse.

“I’m just observing,” you said, a soft look of aggravation on your face.

“If you’re trying to find a weak spot darling, I hate to break it to you but I don’t have any,” he said, offering you his hands to get up on the horse. You humored him and let him help you up into the saddle without a fuss.

“I’ve already found several,” you said, smirking.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked, jumping behind you and taking the reins.

“You really think I’m going to reveal what your weak spots are so you can hide them better from me? Fat chance, Jungkook,” you laughed.

“Can’t blame me for trying.”

He urged the horse forward and the two of you were heading out of the village.

The ride was long, and your butt was beginning to get sore at this rate. But you kept your mouth shut as he kept the horse going at a steady rate. You looked at the scenery around you and smiled softly. It was beautiful out here. So much greenery and no people, just the way you liked it. You saw deer running across the fields together, in a herd. It made you miss your family something terrible. It has been so long, that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be with people who make you happy. People who don’t want anything from you, power or money or status. Because your life wasn’t always one of solitude...

The two of you rode in silence, much like you had before stopping at the inn last night. Jungkook’s body against your back made you think of the first time you went riding with your father in the winter right after your 70th birthday. Vampire children matured much slower than normal kids, at the tender age of seventy you looked as though you were ten. So, to celebrate your father had bought a brand new snow white mare with grey speckling on her. She was the most beautiful thing you’d seen, at your age. And you found that riding her was like floating on air. She was secure, and gentle, but also firm in her strides as she moved, she had confidence that carried her. You’ll never forget that moment, as long as you live.

You hadn’t noticed, but you were leaning back into Jungkook, letting his front support you. He didn’t stop you, letting you remember in peace. He knew that look, reminiscing back on the past... He did it often. But he never let anyone see him doing so, it was a private moment for him and him alone...

Snapping out of your stupor you saw what appeared to be a burnt down village. But it was old, the dust had settled and nothing was smoldering. It was actually cold, like a scar on the landscape. Something that had been there for a long while.

Before you knew it, Jungkook stopped the horse.

“Why are we stopping? We’re in the middle of nowhere,” you said, watching as Jungkook tightened his grips on the reins.

“It didn’t used to be,” he whispered.

Getting off the horse he walked up to the corpse of the village. Confused, you followed.

“Jungkook!” you yelled as he walked with purpose towards the main square. There, in the center, was a beautiful fountain. It appeared to be made out of marble, or some kind of granite. For it to still be here was a testament to its craftsmanship. Jungkook was oddly silent as he walked around, looking in houses and stopping to peer around buildings.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you caught up to him.

“Shut up,” he warned, continuing to move down the line of what appeared to have been houses. You sighed and continued to follow him, watching as he seemed to bob and weave around with a sense of familiarity. You were curious if he knew the place. Perhaps he spent some time here in the past.

“Jungkook, where are you going?” you asked, trying to keep up with him.

“Here,” he whispered, looking at a particularly small house at the end of the row. He stopped and looked at the door, touching the doorknob with a delicacy that you hadn’t seen him exhibit in the week you’d known him. Slowly, as if he were taking off a bandaid, he opened the door. It creaked and moaned with age, protesting against being opened. But Jungkook pushed forward, looking around as if he knew the place.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, looking at him with moderate fear. He was scaring you, stopping here out of nowhere and suddenly finding a small hut towards the back of the area. You weren’t sure what he was doing, and it was frightening you.

“Oh Gods,” he whimpered, falling to his knees on the floor.

“Jungkook!” you yelped as he hit the floor with a thud.

“No!” he screamed, bashing his fist through the floor. You screamed at the shattering of the floorboards and watched as the man before you began to cry. You were stunned. The once cocky and annoying man was suddenly a mess on the floor of a random cottage. Looking around you saw nothing of importance, nothing that would signal anyone being there in quite some time. Jungkook’s crying turned into sobs as his face was pressed into the floor.

Your heart ached with the familiarity of it all. You knew this pain, you knew it all too well... He’d lost someone here. Slowly, as to not frighten or agitate him, you kneeled to the ground behind him. Softly, you called to him.

“Jungkook,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders carefully.

Soon, he was in your arms.

“Mama, papa,” he whimpered, placing his head in your neck. You were stunned into silence. He was gripping at your hips with an agony that you knew. His parents must’ve died here. You weren’t sure what you should do. Did he want you to comfort him? Or was he just using this as a ploy to get you to let go of your defenses...

“Jungkook,” you started, moving to push him away from your body, when you remembered yourself in the same position. Centuries ago. Pleading for your parents and having no one to comfort you. I-It couldn’t hurt, could it? “Jungkook,” you whispered again, cradling his head in your hands, bringing him closer to your chest. Hot tears slid down your cleavage as he continued to cry. You knew his pain, you knew what he was going through. It was never easy, perhaps that’s why he was constantly distracting himself. Because this pain was always nagging at the bottom of his heart, ready to latch on the moment he wasn’t looking. Jungkook had weaknesses just like everyone else, and this just happened to be one of them.

“It’s my fault, I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your chest.

“Jungkook, it’s okay,” you said, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N,” he whimpered. You shushed him like a babe, keeping him close to your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, combing through his hair again.

“I-I don’t know,” he said softly, so quiet that you had to strain to hear him with your impressive hearing.

“Jungkook, sometimes we need to re-live pain so we can get over it, or at least learn to cope with it better,” you encouraged, bringing his head up to yours.

“I-they, my family lived here in this village,” he started, wiping his tears with the back of his hands. You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I grew up here, I was human once,” he explained. “But that all changed when Taehyung found me. I had been attacked in the forest, it’s been so long that I don’t remember the attackers, but Taehyung has assured me they have been dealt with. They left me for dead after stealing all my money and valuables I had on me, which wasn’t much. My family was poor... But we were so happy,” he said, getting a dreamy look on his face that made your heart lurch painfully. You could tell he wasn’t lying, that look proved it. He was remembering them, and their memories he’s held in his heart for years.

“How long has it been since...” you trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“Almost a century,” he whispered back.

“Oh Jungkook, for a vampire that’s-”

“Almost like it was yesterday...”

The two of you sat in silence for a while. Neither of you dared to speak. Jungkook still had tears falling from his face as he looked down at the floor.

“They were so disappointed in me,” he said with a soft tone.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“My family, my parents,” he explained, “they were so disappointed that I had become a vampire. Not like I had much of a choice in the matter. Taehyung made the decision to save me when he found me in the woods. But you know, my family had always hated vampires, for as long as I can remember. My great grandfather fought against them when we first started to rise to power. But obviously, they lost. My mother cried when she saw my brown eyes had turned red like blood. She’d demanded I stop the joke, but I told her it wasn’t a joke. Taehyung told them what had happened, and you know what my mother said?”

You shook your head, already feeling dread welling up within you.

“She said I should’ve died in those woods that day,” he finished, looking down at his feet.

“Oh my Gods, Jungkook no,” you said, coming forward to wrap your arms around him. You couldn’t explain it, but you wanted to comfort him, no matter the cost it was to you. He accepted your advances and coiled his arms around your waist.

“I should’ve died out there Y/N,” he whispered.

“No Jungkook, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean suddenly you’re a different person. Just the chemical makeup of your body changed. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” you said, brushing his hair behind his ears.

“They died from old age in front of me years later. My mother first, then my father about two months after that,” he said, rubbing his face, eyes still wet with tears.

“That’s awful Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you said, not being able to imagine your parents reacting that way. Although you two were in a different boat.

“Nothing that can be done about it now... The past is the past and they... they’re dead,” he said, standing up and wiping off his knees.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you asked, standing as well and coming to his side.

“It doesn’t matter, I have a mission to complete. And that’s getting you back to the palace.”

Your heart stuttered for a moment, looking at him with his red eyes and weary expression.

“Maybe we should make camp here for the night,” you said, already heading towards the door.

“No, I can’t-I mean...” Jungkook faltered.

“Do you not want to stay here? I’ll understand. But it looks like a storm is rolling in and I’d rather be in a building or a tent than on that horse,” you explained.

Jungkook nodded.

“I’ll tie up the horse.”

--

A storm came rolling in about two hours later. Jungkook had put the horse in the old stable and tied it up for the night. The pair of you huddled in a house that was a little bigger than Jungkook’s old one, using the blankets for warmth. Fall was rolling in and these rain storms made it that much colder.

“Are you cold?” he asked, walking in from feeding the horse.

“I’m fine,” you said, bringing the blanket and tugging it around your body further.

“Sure, here,” he said, handing you another blanket that was undoubtedly his.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine,” you said through chattering teeth.

“I’ll start a fire,” he announced, moving towards the old fire pit with purpose.

“Jungkook honestly,” you admonished, pulling the second blanket around your legs.

“It’s fine, I’m a little cold too,” he said.

As he worked you couldn’t help but notice the way his body moved. Being a vampire meant you moved with grace and elegance, but he was on a whole different level. The way Jungkook’s muscles clenched and contracted made your mouth water. You wanted to reach out and run your hands down his back as he situated himself between your legs and-wait a second...

This isn’t right...

Jungkook is the man keeping you hostage, the one delivering you to your death no doubt...

But the way he clung to you in his old home and how he cried for the loss of his family. You related to his pain, you knew it all too well. But, that didn’t change the fact that he was holding you against your will, and was going to be the cause of your demise one day... One day soon...

Flames burst from the firepit and Jungkook stepped back a bit, looking down at his handiwork with a grin. You scooted forward, reaching for the heat with greedy fingers. Jungkook sat down next to you, closer than you originally thought he was. However you didn’t say anything, wondering if he needed the proximity to put himself at ease.

“It’s so peaceful here,” you whispered, resting your head on your arms.

“It really is,” he agreed, rubbing his hands together and putting them in front of the fire.

The two of you were silent yet again, listening to the sound of the crackling wood in the firepit. It was relaxing to say the least, especially since you didn’t have any restraints holding you back. Again, you wondered if you could take Jungkook in a fight. If he wasn’t expecting it, perhaps you could take him down before he even realized-

“Don’t even think about it,” he said softly, eyes never once leaving the flame.

“Think about what?” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Escaping, I’ve already been too nice. Don’t make me regret it,” he said, sounding almost sad.

“I wasn’t,” you defended, looking at him.

“You can lie all you want but your actions speak louder than your words,” he smiled.

It was beautiful, a brightness you hadn’t seen come from him in, well, ever. You hadn’t known him long, but you could tell this kind of sincerity was rare for him. Something he didn’t let people see very often. Part of being a purebred was the ability to sense things that others may not see. Little nuances that others can’t see, or just don’t bother to. And with Jungkook, he was so open to showing you everything, that you couldn’t help but notice.

This poor man, all he wanted was love and affection. But he’d gotten it from the wrong places. Serving the King brought him purpose, but it didn’t provide him everything he needed. The arms of swooning women that would give him attention for his looks and the power that he could provide, but nothing else... He was so utterly broken inside it made you want to weep for him. He’d lost everything, only to gain a fraction of it back... And he was still looking for somewhere to belong, somewhere to call home.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said, putting up his shoulders.

“Looking at you like what?” you asked.

“Like you’re dissecting me, or imagining that you could, it’s creepy,” he said.

“Sorry,” you offered lamely. Jungkook just sighed and continued to warm himself by the fire. However, before long the curiosity got to be too much.

“Why does the King want you anyways?” he asked, looking you over.

“Did he not tell you why you were sent out to get me?”

“He said he wanted to speak with you,” he said.

You laughed lightly and his head turned to you.

“So that’s how he put it,” you reasoned in your head, nodding. “If he wanted to merely speak with me Jungkook, why were you given orders to bring me by force?”

Jungkook’s big eyes turned confused.

“What are you talking about? Y/N, why does the King want you?” he asked.

Sighing, you decided you would tell him. He told you his life story, might as well tell him yours.

“You’re right, about me being a purebred. I was born a vampire. But I wasn’t just any vampire, I was a Y/L/N.” Jungkook gasped, and looked at you with a ferocity you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“You were... you were a princess?” he asked.

“Yes, I was. Born to be the heir of the kingdom. But it never happened,” you said, looking down at your hands.

“Yes, because your family had to be stopped! You were murdering your own kind!” he said, standing up.

“No, Jungkook, we weren’t,” you said, keeping your eyes locked on the floor.

“What do you mean? You killed thousands of vampires!” he exclaimed.

Your head snapped up and looked at him, deathly still.

“Do you know of a disease called The Hunger?” you asked, looking at him with curiosity. He shifted on his feet and looked down.

“No, I’ve never heard of it,” he said.

“It was a terrible disease that went through and infected thousands upon thousands of vampires. They became so ravenous that feeding from humans was no longer enough, they resorted to cannibalism. Drinking from vampires, even eating their flesh... My father devoted himself to the task of stopping this disease. To the point where he contracted it himself... Although he never fell through to the temptation of drinking from another vampire. Until one night, he came home covered in blood and not remembering anything about the night or where he had been. My mother confirmed that he was covered in the blood of someone from the royal guard, whom they found later. The Hunger can modify and change your brain chemistry, so much so that you could be damaged from it forever. There is no cure, Jungkook. The only way to save people was to kill the infected,” you explained.

“But there’s got to be a cure,” he said, sitting down next to you.

“I’m afraid Jungkook, there isn’t,” you stated, “my mother spent her life looking. She was great at alchemy and things of the like. She was probably the most knowledgeable woman around. Father never treated her like she was some arm piece, she always had a purpose.. Father never restricted her knowledge and learning, they worked together in order to make sure the kingdom would flourish. That’s how my parents did things. They weren’t the cruel rulers they're known as, killing off thousands of their own people to prove a point that they were powerful... That wasn’t who they were,” you whispered.

Jungkook looked at you with serious eyes. Like he was searching for something.

“If you don’t believe me I won’t sit here and try to convince you. But I know what happened, I was there. I lived it, Jungkook. When were you born?”

“About a hundred and twenty two years ago,” he said softly.

“I’ve been around about four hundred years longer than you,” you said.

“That just means you’ve gotten better at lying,” he growled.

“I didn’t accuse you of lying when you were crying earlier,” you said.

“But I-I...” he trailed off.

“My family died because of Kim Taehyung,” you said. “He took the crown of my father’s decapitated head and called it mercy. He said that the people would no longer suffer, but look around you now! Jungkook, there's famine in the streets, vampires are preying off people like it's a sport... And the humans are beginning to fight back. I’ve seen and heard of vampire hunters in groups in the outskirts of the kingdom. But they haven’t been bold enough to attack... yet,” you said.

“How can I believe anything you say?” he asked, “Taehyung saved me!”

“I believed you,” you whispered.

“But, Y/N, it’s not that simple. If I believe what you’re telling me that means that one of my closest friends is... is...”

“I’m not saying I want the crown back, Jungkook. Diplomacy was never really my thing. My parents tried to raise me as a princess, but all they got was a little girl who’d rather go out and explore than sit in a castle all day and be waited on hand and foot. I was smuggled out of the palace before Taehyung could find me as well. My nanny at the time, she got me out, but she was human... I wound up killing her because I was still feeding off of animals and older adults at the time. I deeply regret it, deeply. She died for me, so that I could go on living. My parents died so that Taehyung wouldn’t look for me. Yet, here we are, centuries later and now he decides he wants to ‘speak’ with me? Great,” you whispered.

“Maybe he just wants you to swear loyalty to him! Maybe he just wants you to work for him like the rest of the Council members do. It’s not that bad of a gig, Y/N, believe me,” he said.

“He is the reason my family is gone. And now, he dares to find me and demand my loyalty? After centuries of us living apart? What spurred this on? Why now after all this time?”

Jungkook sat in puzzlement, looking into the fire for a moment.

“I’m sorry, about your parents,” he whispered.

“It’s been centuries, I hardly remember them anymore,” you said, a sound of pain escaping you.

“You hardly remember them?” he asks.

“I remember what they looked like and some memories with them, but other than that? I don’t remember the fine details of living with them. Like what my mother smelt like, the way she sounded when she laughed. Little things, they’re starting to fade away from me... And it breaks my heart everytime I forget...” you admitted.

“Y/N, that’s awful,” Jungkook agreed.

“It’s life, Jungkook. A life without them, means to forget them eventually. I know one day I won’t remember them at all... I dread that day,” you whispered.

“Just keep thinking of them everyday. Go down a list in your head of the things you remember,” he offered.

“I do that, and everyday the list gets shorter. Another tally mark on the wall of forgetting,” you said, a single tear trailing down your cheek. Jungkook quickly brushes it away with his thumb. You gave him a watery smile before more tears started falling from your eyes.

You remember your lover doing the same for you when you told him your story... How many years ago was that now?

“I’m so sorry you lost them, Y/N, I understand your pain... I’m sorry,” he said, bringing you into a hug. Slowly, you accepted his embrace. Leaning your head on his shoulder you let out a few more tears, not crying as hard as he had earlier in the day but it still felt nice to have someone hold you while you cried. To feel that emotion with someone else, something you’ve been craving for such a long time.

Touch.

To feel someone’s hands on your body, lighting your nerve endings on fire as they trailed their fingertips across your naked body. God, the thought alone was making you hot.

Jungkook pulled away from you, brushing a tear from your eye and then he moved away, no doubt going to go rest for the night while the storm above passed over. But much like the storm, your body was in turmoil. You wanted to touch someone, just to feel someone else’s body against yours so badly. It was horrible to be lonely... Even if it was just for a little while, you wanted to forget...

Reaching up you grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement. Jungkook turned to look at you, curiosity written in his features. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, you pulled him to your lips. Jungkook was stunned at first, not quite registering your mouth on his.

Just as you were about to pull back, Jungkook tangled his fingers in your hair. You felt a rush of heat course through your body that hasn’t been there in centuries. Jungkook cradled your head with such care it made your chest throb. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him with reckless abandon. Where was this coming from? This man was your captor! He was sending you back to the King!

But he was also a broken man... someone just like you.

“Y/N, what are we doing?” he asked, breathless from your kisses.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back, but it didn’t stop you from reconnecting your lips with his. Jungkook didn’t stop you either, kissing you with fervor. His hands stayed on your waist, not traveling across your body like you expected from him.

But you wanted his hands all over your body, it had been so long since anyone had touched you like this. And you missed the sensations that came from it, even if it was with the wrong person, at the wrong time, it didn’t matter. Because it all felt so right.

“You can touch me,” you said, placing his hand lower on your body at your hip.

“Y/N,” he breathed, locking his lips over yours again, kissing you so hard you were certain your lips would bruise if you were human. Jungkook was handling you with the utmost care, something that made your heart melt even more for the man in front of you.

His hands slowly trailed over your body, resting at the small of your back. Jungkook made your mind race with possibilities. Everything he could do to you, everything you could do to him. It made your stomach jump to your throat. He detached from your lips to kiss your neck, nipping playfully making you shudder.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, winding your fingers in his hair. Jungkook groaned as he licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You opened your mouth and kissed him harder. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but it had been years since someone had paid you any kind of attention, and it showed in your reactions. Every time Jungkook brushed a spot along your hip or nipped at your neck in the right spot it had you shivering with such desire it was almost smothering.

Placing your hand on his stomach you leaned in to kiss him again when he stopped you.

“Y/N, what do you want from me?” he asked, looking at you with kiss swollen lips and a few red marks on his neck from you.

“I-I... I don’t understand,” you whispered.

“I think we’re both pretty emotional right now, we shouldn’t do something you’ll regret later,” he said, as if it pained him.

“You’re right, Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you said, flushing red in embarrassment. But Jungkook was right in asking... What did you want from him?

It was all so messed up in your head. There was your heart that didn’t want to move on from your past, it was all too painful. But your mind was starting to wander. Were you using your ex-lovers death as an excuse to remain distant? Was he truly still the love of your life? Or was it time to move on and accept his death?

It was all so difficult to process.

But you couldn’t find yourself regretting your actions with Jungkook.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“We should go to bed,” you stated, moving towards the opposing room. The thunder crashed loudly outside, and you found yourself jumping out of your skin. You heard Jungkook chuckle before, settling down into his sleeping pack. You frowned, but went on into the other room to set up your small blanket on the floor. Jungkook apparently was out cold, but you stayed up later, unable to get the feeling of his lips out of your mind...

You fell into a fitful sleep, letting the blackness consume you.

--

The next morning you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the hut. You got up and stretched, looking out the window. Jungkook must’ve let you sleep in this morning... That was oddly kind of him. You decided you didn’t want to question it, that’s when you smelt it.

Blood.

But not human...

Jungkook, where was he?

You looked around. In the other rooms, throughout the village and he was nowhere to be found.

Going back to the hut you noticed the blood on the floor, and the trail led out the door. Picking up the scent you discovered that humans had in fact been here. But the blood on the floor belonged to a vampire, that much was certain. It even looked different from human blood. You smelt several people, around six or seven that had been here... But that didn’t answer your questions. Who knew where you and Jungkook were, and why did they only take him?

Just as you were about to follow the trail further, a thought sprung to your mind...

Why were you going to go after the man that kidnapped you? There was no reason you shouldn’t just high tail it out of here and start over somewhere else. It wasn’t too hard to do, and if you kept out of the villages all together you would be near impossible to track down. Your freedom... right there, ripe for the taking.

But, something stopped your feet from moving forward. If someone really had taken Jungkook, where did they take him? And most importantly, why? Then the thought came to your mind.

Vampire Hunters.

Those bastards must’ve been following you, and when they found Jungkook, a member of the Vampiric Council, they probably thought he was better prey. No doubt the story of his death would bring the other members of the Vampiric Council running. Or at least, his capture would. He was in danger. If they were able to subdue him, they were no doubt powerful.

But you wouldn’t let one of your kind suffer the fate they had in store for him. You’d seen too much death in your lifetime, and you’d be damned if you could save him from this fate.

Running towards the stable you grabbed the horse, you were going to need all your strength for dealing with these people. Vampire Hunters weren’t people to be trifled with. They hated your people with a passion that hasn’t been seen in centuries. Of course there has always been rebellion when it comes to the vampires ruling over the world. But they were on a different level, and if they had Jungkook then there could be serious trouble afoot.

“Go go,” you urged the horse, flicking the reins in your wrist before the animal took off. You followed the distinct smell that was Jungkook. Something that smelt like a smoldering hearth in the dead winter and cinnamon. It was spicy and warm, something you didn’t know you liked until now that it was your sole connection to the man.

You traveled following his trail for a long while, it felt like at least a few hours. However, vampires weren’t known for keeping time...

Jungkook’s trail was getting stronger the further you went, giving you hope. Then, you began to recognize your surroundings...

Oh no, they couldn’t have, surely not.

But the moment you saw the stables you knew where you were...

You were home.

Your former estate was massive, with huge gardens and extensive land that wraps around the mountain behind your home. The place was in disrepair, and it made your heart ache to see it in such a state. But it had been centuries since you’d stepped foot in this area of the country. You were curious as to how you didn’t realize you were this close, but that was a matter for a different time.

You rode up and the area around you was silent, apart from the subtle chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. But you could smell them everywhere. Their scent permeated your once pure home. It filled you with rage that people who knew nothing of your home and the way it was meant to be cared for were here. Using it as some camp as if it were anything less than a feat of architecture that your father worked years on to create. But they were not creatures of sophistication, like you. They were tired of being treated the way they were by an immature ruler, they wanted freedom, however they weren’t going to get it going about it this way. Stealing members of the Vampiric Council is suicide. But, no matter, you’d soon resolve their feeble thinking.

Jumping off the horse you brushed your hair over your shoulder and headed towards the door. The estate had a grand fountain that sat in front of two large staircases that curved around the front of the building in such an elegant way it made you nostalgic. Climbing the mossy steps you found yourself moving at the pace your parents had taught you long ago.

Step with elegance, pride and strength. For these are all things you possess in great quantities. Make everyone believe it.

You reached the front door and creaked it open, the firm wood holding strong underneath your palms. However, the hinges could use a touch up. Walking in you smelt the must of the years that had passed, but somehow... somehow the sweetness of your mother remained in these halls. The spice that was your father echoed in the space as well... Perhaps it had been shut up long enough that they could be remembered here somehow...

You had to focus, Jungkook was in here somewhere, you could smell him. But you couldn’t let the memories of your family distract you now. Jungkook was here and very much in need of your help. So you had to get out of your own head and find him...

You thought about it logically and the most fortifiable room would be the wine cellar, but the easiest vantage point was your mother’s old study at the very top of the stairs... But Jungkook’s smell was everywhere.

That’s when you saw it...

Blood smeared on the walls.

They had smeared his blood on the walls to keep his scent all around you so you could never track him down using your sense of smell alone... You’d have to walk it blind and hope you found him somehow...

Sighing, you walked towards the sitting room, a grandiose room that had floor to ceiling curtains made of the finest material money could buy. Now they sat, moth eaten and practically begging to be set aflame, but you still smiled as you walked through the gorgeous room. The pictures of your mother and father sat on the floor, worn and stained but still recognizable if you knew them. You reached out with a weak hand and placed it on their faces, tears threatening to pour down your cheeks. But you refused them, they didn’t have a place here anymore. This home should be full of nothing but love and laughter, like it used to be. Instead of all this pain.

A noise from upstairs made you freeze. It sounded like someone trying to speak, but it was muffled. Jungkook. Your heart jumped to your throat. Perhaps he was up there. It wouldn’t be good to get caught up there, but in the worst case scenario, you had the high ground. Walking up the center stairs you felt the air shift around you. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it didn’t feel good either. Like something was waiting just around the corner for you.

Turning you saw your old bedroom door was shut. Trusting your gut you went forward. Your hand was on the doorknob when the room shifted again. Like people were coming up behind you. Turning, you saw no one. But you knew the moment you opened this door, something was going to happen. Turning the stiff knob in your hand you opened the pure white door that once led to your childhood room.

There Jungkook was lying on the floor in front of you, covered in wounds and his hands were tied behind his back. You couldn’t label the emotions you felt in that moment. Looking at him, you kept your senses on high alert, ready to attack if need be.

“Jungkook,” you shook him.

Nothing.

“Jungkook, wake up,” you whispered, shaking him harder.

A small cough came from the man, enough to tell you he was there. Lifting him off the floor you brought him into a sitting position. Jungkook’s eyes flew open as he looked around and saw you.

“Y/N, w-what are you-”

“It doesn’t matter, we have to go,” you said, trying to urge him up.

“But Y/N, why did you come for me?” he asked, looking you in the eye.

“Jungkook, I don’t have time for this, we need to get you out of here before they-”

“Well, lookit what the cat dragged in huh,” a deep voice from the corner called.

You were surprised you hadn’t smelled him, although with Jungkook’s scent everywhere, it was hard to smell much else.

“Let him go,” you demanded.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, little lady,” he warned, coming forward with a blade, pure silver no doubt. It wouldn’t kill you, but it would hurt like a bitch.

“You have no idea who I am,” you scoffed.

“Of course we do, former heir to the entire Kingdom. Heart of gold, won’t even feed off of humans. You see, we’ve been following you for a while. And we knew, after that kiss you shared with good ole Jungkook over here, you’d feel a responsibility to come and get him. A fight against you both would be difficult, so pull you apart and make for easier pickings for us,” he smirked.

“You don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in now,” you said, hands heating up with fire.

“I think you’ve underestimated us,” he smiles brightly.

“I know you’ve underestimated me,” you warned, throwing a whip of fire in his direction. He dodged it easily.

But that was just a warning shot.

This would be a battle of the mind, not of brawn.

Stepping to the side you threw a stream of fine pebbles out like bullets off the floor. One must have grazed him, cause you heard his breath intake spike for a moment. Either that, or you startled him. Then you smelt the blood. Better hit than you thought.

Jungkook was silent to your right, something you were appreciative of. You couldn’t get distracted right now. Too much at stake.

A knife came out of the dark, hitting the wood right beside your head. Another warning. Was Jungkook worth the trouble you were going to have to go through to get him out of this? You breathed deeply. Everyone was worth it. It didn’t matter their past, or their present, what mattered is you got them to their future.

Taking the knife from the wall, you marveled at it in your hand for a moment. “This is excellent craftsmanship. Where did you acquire such a knife?”

“Downstairs,” he answered smoothly.

“Of course it’s one of dad’s,” you said, throwing it square at his face. Hitting your mark dead on. He had no chance of winning the fight when he decided to do it in the dark. Your night vision was near perfect. If anything, you had more trouble seeing during the day.

Humans could see at night to an extent but not to the magnitude you could.

A small cough brought you out of your stupor.

“Jungkook!” you yelped, rushing over.

“I’m good, I’m fine,” he said. You examined him a little, noticing he was wearing vervain rope around his wrists. A part of you wanted to be smug and asked him how it felt to be captured, but the bigger part of you was more concerned about getting him out of here in one piece. He was hurt, pretty badly. You weren’t even sure he could walk. Vampires healed fast, but they needed blood to do so.

“Jungkook, where did they...?” you asked, looking for the wound that produced his blood that was all over the walls.

“My back,” he said, straining to stand up.

“Easy, I got you,” you said, helping him to his full height.

“Thanks Y/N, seriously. You didn’t have to come for me,” he said.

“I did, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just left you for dead,” you answered.

“This isn’t over, they’re everywhere. Crawling around like insects ready to be squashed,” Jungkook hissed. You rolled your eyes and helped him get to the first landing before you heard scuffling behind you.

“Hold on,” you said, heading towards the sound.

Three more vampire hunters popped out, knives and other weapons at the ready. You hardened your stance and threw a punch, hitting the first one in the nose. Although this exposed your wrist for a slice from the second one. You hissed and pulled your hand back and looked at the wound. The blade was covered in vervain. It would slow your healing process. Thankfully the cut wasn’t deep.

Growling you brought your leg up and kicked the second one square in the chest, throwing him against the wall with a sharp crack. You glared at the third one, who came forward with another knife, although this one was larger. No doubt another from your father’s collection. Moving to the left you brought your arm to his throat, crushing his trachea beyond repair. You listened until his breathing stopped and you assessed the situation. Four down, several to go.

Up the stairs you heard a gasp. Turning quickly you saw Jungkook surrounded by four more vampire hunters. You huffed and ran up the stairs, tackling one to the ground before throwing a solid punch to the face. You punched again and heard his skull crack. Standing up you brought his body with you, shoving it at the man closest to the railing. They both went over, a sickening crunch being heard a second later.

“I’d hate to get my hands dirty any more, why don’t you just let us go?” you asked, tilting your head.

“We’d rather die than let vermin like you escape!”

“Well, unfortunately that wasn’t the right answer,” you mocked, picking up a dropped blade from the floor and throwing it square in one’s chest. He stumbled backwards, but he pulled the knife out with ease. Damn, he was wearing armor underneath his clothes. You should’ve known the extra bulk wasn’t muscle. But, you had other means of destroying them. Undoing your small pouch from your belt loop, water hit the floor.

“Think we’re afraid of a little water?” one asked, coming closer.

“You should be,” you warned, lifting your hand, causing the ice to freeze. With a flick of your wrist the icicles were flying through the air and landing their marks on each man’s throat. They both collapsed, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jungkook looked at you in amazement.

“Each element... You can control them,” he whispered.

“Yes, I can, but let’s not focus on that right now. Let’s get out of here,” you urged, coming forward to wrap your arm around his waist, when a sharp pain erupted through your lower calf.

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled.

“Fuck!” you screamed. Your knee hit the floor hard, as you looked behind you to see an arrow sticking out of your leg.

One woman was at the base of the stairs, smirking at you.

Oh big mistake.

Reaching backwards you ripped the arrow out of your calf, feeling the blood run down. But you didn’t pay attention to that. Feeling the dirt with your hand you brought it into the shape of an arrowhead. As quick as an actual bow you fired, drilling the woman in the skull with it. She fell to the floor, blood splattering across the back wall behind her.

“Bitch,” you spat, moving into a crouch to examine your leg. It was already starting to heal. The dumbass didn’t put any vervain on it; you were in the clear.

“Y/N are you alright?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from the landing.

“Yeah, I’m fine. On my way,” you said, coming back towards him.

He looked a little worse for wear. His wound still hadn’t healed, they must’ve used a vervain weapon on him. He was pale. More so than usual, and he looked tired. Your heart ached slightly at the sight of him, so beaten down. He was strong enough to beat this, you knew it.

“You okay?” he asked, moving his hand down to your bloody leg. You nodded, already feeling the skin stitching itself back together.

“Yes, she didn’t put any vervain on the arrow, so I should be healed in a few minutes,” you said with a soft smile. He nodded. You moved to help him stand, taking a majority of his weight on your side.

“How many more do you think there are?” he asked, moving with you at a slow pace.

“I don’t know, once we get out of the house I can hunt them down one by one,” you smirked, ready to unleash your full potential.

“I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on at that,” he said, as if he were truly confused.

“Jungkook!” you admonished, rolling your eyes.

“What! I’m serious, that was super sexy Y/N!” he complained.

“Shh,” you said, turning and sniffing in the direction of the hallways.

“There are more that way,” Jungkook confirmed, you nodded.

“I can sense them, but it’s hard. I can smell vervain, those bastards are pulling out all the stops. It’s affecting me,” you complained, helping him through another doorway.

“Me too, I feel even weaker,” he agreed.

“I know, I’m the one hauling your ass,” you said, finding the door that would lead you out to the old gardens. “If we go out here it’ll be harder for them to find us, but it’ll also be closer quarters. Less places to run or hide.”

Jungkook stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek while he weighed the options. You couldn’t help the little rush that went through you at his serious expression. He was truly something else. But your heart was still holding on to the past...

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling his feet underneath him and trying to take a step forward on his own.

“Careful!” You yelped, looking at his bloody back.

“I’ll be alright, just need to find one of them to drink from,” he growled.

“Okay,” you said, trying not to think about that.

Going down the steps you and Jungkook shuffled through the roses and the hydrangeas that had long been overgrown and unkempt.

You remember running around them as a child with your nursemaid and family members. The stone paths once shone with the love and care of the groundskeeper, now they were covered in dirt, mold and moss, making your heart ache.

The look of the garden now made you wince. Your mother would be horrified if she could see it now. Although, this wasn’t the time to be thinking in the past.

Jungkook’s hand was still locked in yours, unwavering and anchoring you to the present as the past whirled around you in a dizzying spiral. Practically dragging you, Jungkook found a gazebo that was towards the middle of the gardens. He pulled you behind it, settling his tender back against the lattice. Wincing, he bit his tongue to keep himself from crying out. You looked over at him in concern, when he put his hand up to give you pause.

“There are three of them close, but the scent of vervain is still strong, they must have it on their person,” he deduced.

“That means they have it on their weapons. Which makes this ten times harder than it needs to be,” you huffed, looking up at the sky.

“Hey, we got this,” he assured you, patting your cheek with affection. Jungkook could feel his stomach clench when you smiled at him.

He could never give you over to Taehyung now. Knowing what he does and feeling the way he feels... He could die for disobeying a direct order from the King... But, the way you looked at him, the way your eyes held the same pain as his. Although, they still held so much hope. Something Jungkook didn’t realize he’d been looking for until he found it in your glowing orbs. Taehyung would never find you if he had anything to say about it.

“What?” You asked, wondering why Jungkook had taken to staring at you for the past minute.

He shot you a winning grin before shaking his head. “It’s nothing, let’s do this.”

Hearing a rustle come from the bushes you brought the earth forward, gripping the individual's feet and pulling them through the hedges and into the light. Jungkook growled at the sight of the person and launched himself forward. You kept them stable as you turned your head, not wanting to see what he did.

You heard the tendons and muscle tearing as Jungkook ripped them apart as he fed. The smell of blood in the air was almost enough to choke on. But soon, you heard the crumpling of fabric and Jungkook footsteps walking toward you.

He wiped his mouth and looked at you. There was no fear in your eyes, just determination. He took your hand and started down the pathway further, ears listening to every twig snap and rustle of leaves. Jungkook turned a corner and there were two vampire hunters standing there, ready for you.

Your heart stopped in your chest when you saw that there was a girl, who couldn’t be older than thirteen standing before you with hatred in her big brown eyes. Jungkook went to move forward when you stopped him.

“She’s just a kid,” you said, not wanting to hurt her.

“She’ll kill you without even thinking about it, Y/N, I know it’s awful, but she likely doesn’t have a family. Most vampire hunters are orphaned. Due to vampires,” he said, swallowing the distaste.

“Come here, vampire bitch! I’ll kill you!” The girl yelled, pulling out a poisoned blade. One good strike with that could put you or Jungkook out of commission for a while. Jungkook tensed, waiting for you.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, looking at her desperately.

“Yes I do,” she snarled before coming forward and trying to lodge her blade deep in your chest. Jungkook came forward and gripped her wrist, making the blade aim away from you. Jungkook huffed as he realized he wasn’t going to be strong enough to take them both. If you didn’t get your head in the game, it was over for the both of you...

“Y/N! We have to kill them!” He shouted, looking at you as your heart battled with your mind.

“I can’t kill her Jungkook, she's just doing what she thinks is right!” You cried.

The blade came at you again, you dodged it without much difficulty. But you could hear Jungkook, he was struggling to stay on his feet, even though he’d drained someone, the damage he sustained should’ve dropped him a while ago. You couldn’t waste too much more time. Jungkook tried taking the older gentleman, but it was a bad move. Jungkook took an elbow to the stomach and was shoved backwards. He fell and hit his back hard against the ground. Jungkook groaned in pain, not moving to get back up.

“Jungkook!” You yelped, moving to go help him. When a blade flew past your head. Turning slowly, you saw the girl glaring at you with unadulterated hatred. Jungkook was still on the ground, unmoving. He’d no doubt spent all of that energy he’d gotten from the person he drank from earlier. It was up to you now.

“Alright, I’m done playing games,” you said, glowering at the two of them.

“Finally a fight worthy of our time,” the older man said, coming forward.

“I want to kill her,” the little girl said, holding onto her blade with a ferocity not normally seen in younger kids.

Unless they had lost everything.

“You can strike the final blow, but I want some fun in the meantime,” he said, smiling.

You felt your skin crawl. This wasn’t the life for a younger kid. She deserved to be playing with her friends and being loved by her parents, not this. It was heartbreaking to see it play out this way, but right now... It was you against them. Vampires vs Humans.

And you weren’t going to lose.

Making a whip out of fire you looked at them harshly.

“You hurt my friend, then come to my house and dare to make a mockery of me. Mind you, I am the former Heir to this kingdom. Show some respect,” you smirked.

“Like we’d worship a whore like you,” the older man said, trying to strike a nerve.

“Ooh, so rude. But no matter, we’ll make quick work of this,” you confirmed, throwing the whip out and latching it to the other man’s arm. Pulling him forward you wrapped your arm around his throat and crushed his windpipe shortly thereafter. He gasped on the ground for a few moments before his eyes rolled back in his head and it went eerily silent.

“G-Grayson,” the younger girl said, looking at him with concern. She probably hadn’t seen many people die before. She may not have killed herself yet.

You could still save her.

“You don’t have to do this,” you reasoned.

“Y-You... You could’ve just snapped his neck, made it quick. But you made him suffocate. You really are monsters,” she said, shaking.

“We are, but you don’t have to become one yourself. This doesn’t have to be what you do, you can walk away,” you said.

“I can’t, your kind took everything from me. My mother, father and brother. I won’t rest until you’re exterminated. So we can rule ourselves in peace,” she snarled.

“Is that what you believe will happen? That the Vampiric Council won’t hunt you down and slaughter you. I know, I’ve been on the run for years from them. Trust me, I don’t like the current situation any more than you do. But I left my life behind because I had no choice. You have one, choose the road less traveled,” you encouraged.

Her stance wavered.

“They’ve raised me since I was eight. I owe them everything,” she said, soft.

“And they turned you into a killing machine,” you said. “There was only something in it for them. They robbed you of your childhood.”

With this phrase, her eyes changed. Flashing pure rage.

“You robbed me of my family, of my life. Any semblance of a childhood died when my family did. Don’t pretend that you’re trying to help me. We both know there’s only one of us walking away from this. And it’s going to be me,” she said, ice leaking into her tone.

“I’m sorry that your family is gone. Mine is too, taken from me from my own kind. If anyone can understand your hatred of vampires, it’s me. I’ve hated my kind for so long. Centuries, but it’s never gotten me anywhere. The only way to move forward is to accept your past and move towards your future. Your past is cemented, but your future is still being decided,” you pleaded.

But the hardened gaze she gave you, told you everything you needed to know.

She was beyond saving.

And you weren’t sure if you were gonna make it. You hadn’t fed in a long time, and there weren’t going to be animals around with enough blood to sustain yourself for a long time. And Jungkook needed you...

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, looking down before pushing yourself forward, taking the earth under her feet to secure her in place. She struggled for a few seconds before a realization came over her face.

“You’re really gonna kill me,” she whispered.

“I’m afraid we’re past that point,” you said, gripping her head and yanking her neck to the side so her flesh was revealed. Swallowing thickly, you bite into her yielding flesh and let the crimson liquid pour into your mouth. She struggled for a little bit, before it was too much and she started to collapse. You held onto her and drained her to the last drop.

The head rush started first.

The overwhelming sense of strength and power that you felt made you almost want to scream. It was too much. Being a purebred living off of animal blood was a joke, and you knew it. But you had forgotten how much you’d lost in your decades of living the way you had. It was almost startling.

Your senses came rushing in like a herd of antelope. Your sight, your hearing and smell all heightened to their original state. That’s when you heard Jungkook huff from behind you.

Rushing over you kneeled next to him. He hadn’t moved since the older man, Grayson, knocked him to the ground. Your heart did a little flip in your chest when you looked at him. Pulling him into your lap you brushed the hair away from his face. A small cough came from his lips and his eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” you smirked.

“Y/N?” He asked, looking at you with moderate confusion.

“Yeah?” You said, giving him a soft smile.

“Your eyes,” he said, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“What about them?” You asked.

“They’re... red,” he whispered.

“They’re, oh... Yeah,” you coughed. A sound from beyond the trees made your skin jump. They couldn’t have... Did they release it for their own gain? Not even your father had been able to tame that beast. You weren’t out of the woods yet. Jungkook noticed your distress.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

He must not have heard it.

“There’s something big in those woods. You need to feed, we don’t have long before it starts after us too,” you urged, helping him stand.

“What’s in those woods?” He asked, following you.

“It doesn’t matter as long as we don’t run into it,” you said, keeping it vague.

“Y/N, what is it?” He asked, looking towards the tree line with worry creasing his features.

“It’s a mountain troll. Father had captured it, thinking he could tame the damn thing. But he wound up losing more than he gained from it. I don’t know how it survived after the estate went to ruin but, I know what it is. And I know what it could do,” you warned.

“Okay, then what do we do?” He asked, following as you started off deeper into the gardens.

“Get out of here as fast as possible, we don’t want to fight that stupid thing. And you need to feed again, your wound is taking a lot of the blood to heal. You won’t be able to hold your own in a fight like this,” you said, turning a corner.

That’s when you froze. Jungkook saw you stop and mirrored your actions. Eight people were coming up behind you, and fast. Grabbing Jungkook’s hand, you hauled him in front of you, urging him to run. Not thinking much more the pair of you had taken off towards the large fields next to the estate.

If you could just get out past the river, you would be home free.

But, things rarely happened the way you wanted them to in your life.

A sharp burn echoed across your shoulder, causing you to stutter in your stride and fall. Jungkook was hanging onto you so tight that he wound up tumbling to the ground with you. The pair of you rolled a few feet before you wound up underneath him. Jungkook looked at you in confusion. But looking down at you, he could see the pain etching across your face.

“What happened?”

“Get up, we’ve gotta move,” you said, trying to push him up when your shoulder twinged in pain again.

“Y/N,” he said, helping you stand up.

But it was too late, they had caught up.

“Well well well, what a prize. A member of the elite Vampiric Council and then the former Princess of our kingdom. What a treat for us,” a girl at the front said.

She must be their leader. The head of this branch of hunters. They all had a main person who they answered to, but no one had been able to track down and find the head of the vampire hunters in the years they’d been around. They tend to make themselves fairly scarce, knowing a full on fight with the proper forces wouldn’t end well for them.

But here, against two vampires.

It hardly seemed fair.

You looked at each of them. They all hovered around the same height and build. They also were fairly young. They weren’t as young as the girl you’d met earlier, but they couldn’t be more than ten years older than her. Jungkook and you stared at the group, wondering what the hell you were going to do.

“You’re in trouble, your former highness,” she smirked.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle,” you said, keeping your face level.

“Bold statement, I expect a good fight. You have been trained in combat, it was expected when you were a child wasn’t it?” She asked.

She no doubt read your family's journals and papers that remained in the manor. So, her knowledge of your combat history and ability wasn’t that big of a shock. However, that did put you at a disadvantage. She could predict your moves before you made them, if she understood the fighting styles you used. They were older, so maybe she would struggle but, this wasn’t a good sign.

“It was, but, I’m no longer a child,” you said, taking a few steps forward when you felt the pull in your shoulder again. Reaching back you ripped a small dart from your flesh. Observing it, you sighed.

A vervain dart. Once injected, it could greatly decrease a vampire’s abilities. Hearing and taste would be dampened, reflexes and sight would be slowed, almost to that of a humans. But, that wasn’t for purebreds.

“This doesn’t have to be the way it is. We can stop, let us walk away,” you tried, even though it sounded ridiculous to your ears.

“Ever the diplomat. I guess old training dies hard, huh? Hilarious what we remember,” she sneered

“I’m giving you a chance, walk away,” you offered again. But the leader just chuckled, shaking her head.

“You can’t expect me to let you go, not after all of this. I’ve lost good people today, a good kid, thanks to you,” she pointed out.

“I gave her a chance,” you said. “Just like I’m giving you one now.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” she growled. “Judy, Neil, take them out.”

Two people from the back came rushing forward. Jungkook tensed up, ready to fight, but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t, let me take this one,” you demanded.

“And let you have all the fun? How could I?” You gave him a sharp look, squaring your shoulders.

“Don’t slow me down then,” you smirked.

The woman came after Jungkook, while you curved off towards the man. You heard the sicken snap of bone behind you and the woman crying out in pain.

Jungkook would be fine.

Shaking your head you moved towards the man. He stood with a strong stance, moving with a grace that was odd of a human. However, he was older, probably the oldest in the group here so he’d have time to train enough to get that kind of skill in battle. You moved in counter, keeping your steps level and in time with his. He struck first, throwing a dagger past your head.

That was a warning.

Although, you saw him favor his other shoulder after the power exerted to throw the dagger had gone through. You tilted your head and saw he favored his entire left side. Some old injury that was no doubt aggravated. You were still heavily impressed that he wasn’t obvious about it. And the way he carried himself just proved he was disciplined.

Placing your hand in the dirt you ran a line right to his left foot, locking it in place and watching as he tensed up. He was scared. Rightfully so, you were about to kill him.

Taking your hand in the dirt you twisted it sharply, causing the block of soil around the man’s foot to yank his whole leg to the side quickly. A wet snap echoed throughout the clearing and you watched as the man fell to the ground crying out his agony. You stood up and dusted off your hand. Jungkook’s mouth was red, the body of the woman he fought on the ground behind him.

The head woman seemed frustrated.

“Jackson, Ruby and Garrett, go,” she demanded.

The three peeled out from the group huddle.

You knew what she was doing now however. She was wearing you down and showing the ones who remained in her group how you fought. That way when they came at you towards the end they’d know how to take you down with ease. Gritting your teeth you tried to hold back when the woman came at you, tried to keep your powers dialed down, but that’s when the ground beneath your feet began to shake.

“What’s going on? Y/N!?” Jungkook’s alarmed voice came through the clearing.

“Jungkook run!” You cried, taking off towards him.

That’s when through the trees a large creature emerged.

Your breath stopped short at the sight of it.

The mountain troll had grown. Your father had captured it when it was younger, and it must’ve been quite young because you had no idea the creature could grow to this size. How it survived still amazed you. It also terrified you.

Jungkook moved to bolt towards the treeline when the troll started for the group of vampire hunters. The head woman started screaming orders, telling her people to hustle and get to higher ground. But she was sorely mistaken if she thought her and her group were going to make it out of this alive. The only reason you and Jungkook had a chance was because of your inhuman speed.

“It's distracted! GO!” you screamed, pushing him forward. Jungkook could hardly stand at this rate, but you two managed to haul your asses towards the river. It was the boundary for the estate, and if the charm was still on the fucking troll, it couldn’t cross the body of water.

However, the vampire hunters didn’t know that.

They started heading back towards the estate, hoping to get some cover. But, it was far too late for them. You and Jungkook heard the sounds of them being ripped apart. The screams...

But you had to keep moving. Because the second they were all dead, that thing would come after you two.

Finally, you made it to the river. Jungkook pushed himself through the water and landed in a heap on the other side. You did the same, but your pants caught on the rocks below the surface.

The cracking of tree branches alerted you. The troll was done with his appetizer and was coming for the full course meal. You were still in the river, he would be able to reach in and pull you out. The damned thing could get in the river, but he couldn’t get on the bank. Panic gripped your chest as you tried to pull on the fabric desperately.

You’d already spent your energy on fighting the whole day away. You wouldn’t be able to call a pebble to fight for you now if you wanted to. Jungkook was breathing harshly on the bank, looking at the sky.

“Jungkook!” you screamed.

His head popped up as he looked at you in bewilderment.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, crawling closer.

“I can’t get out. I’m too weak, I’m stuck, pull me out!” you begged, reaching for him. Faster than you thought possible for him right now he was on his feet, wading back into the water and reaching for your hand.

“Don’t panic, I’ve got you,” he said, reaching into the water to untangle your pants.

“It’s not gonna work! Just pull!”

“If I pull you’ll just get more stuck!”

“Jungkook please hurry,” you begged.

“Easy, I’ve got you,” he whispered.

“If my hands weren’t shaking so bad I’d smack the shit out of you right now,” you growled.

“I can’t get you unstuck,” he breathed.

“What?”

“Take your pants off!”

“WHAT??”

“Y/N, take your pants off so I can haul your ass out of this fucking river before we’re ripped to pieces. Hurry!” Jungkook cried.

Desperately you undid the strings and threw your pants down to your ankles. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up, pulling you both through the water. With a heavy thud the pair of you landed in the wet dirt on the river bank, breaths stolen and minds racing.

Just as you managed to catch your breath you looked up to see the mountain troll, eyes glazed over and blood dripping from it’s overgrown teeth. You swallowed hard. You hoped to every living being out there that this damn thing wasn’t about to cross the river and eat you for dinner.

But, you watched as it reached for you across the bank. Your mind went blank as you saw it’s large hand reaching right for you and Jungkook. However, it howled in pain before it could reach all the way across. The bright blue glow of your father’s magic echoed around the river. You watched in amazement as the creature huffed in annoyance before heading back towards the estate.

Even centuries later...

Your father was still protecting you.

“Holy shit we’re alive!?” Jungkook cried from beside you. You turned to look at him and you nodded softly.

“Yeah, we’re alive,” you agreed. Jungkook whooped and hollered as he laid back down.

“Oh my fucking shit, I’ve never been that scared in my entire life,” he said, putting a hand over his face as he laughed.

You sighed and stood up, brushing the dirt of your very bare knees.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice was a lot softer then. Like he was nervous.

“Yes?” you asked, looking at him. He slowly made his way to his feet, standing next to you.

“You saved my life,” he said, a gentle smile on his face.

“You saved mine too, I guess,” you said with a shrug. Slowly you held out your wrists. Jungkook looked down at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Letting you cuff me. You saved me, I’ll go quietly. I promise,” you said, shaking your wrists towards him. Jungkook made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat before throwing the vervain cuffs on the ground and walking closer to you.

“If you think I’m taking you to the King after all of that then you’re truly insane,” he said.

“But what’ll happen if you don’t bring me back? What happens to you?” you asked.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” he said with a grave sense of finality.

“What if they kill you-”

“They won’t kill me Y/N, I’m a member of the Council for fuckssake, the King will probably just make me do some extra heavy lifting. I’ll be fine. And so will you,” he said, a sad smile on his face.

“You’re letting me go?” you asked for confirmation.

“I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept you to be honest. You’re pretty difficult to catch if you haven’t noticed,” he chuckled.

“So... This is it then?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Yeah, this is it. No more escapades and near death experiences, at least... I hope.”

“We’ll probably never see each other again,” you whispered.

“No, we probably won’t,” he agreed.

“Well...”

It was then you felt two soft lips kiss your forehead gently.

“Be safe, Y/N. You’ll still be on the run, but I can try to throw them off you for as long as I can,” he said, pulling away from you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Don’t mention it. Like, seriously don’t mention it I’ll probably get in trouble if you do,” he laughed nervously.

“I won’t say a word, I promise,” you said, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I know,” he said, a soft smile gracing his saddened features.

“If you follow the trail west you’ll end up on an old trading route road. It’ll take you to the next city. I don’t know how traveled it is anymore, but you might have some luck finding a merchant who can take you,” you said, pointing in the direction.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to walk away, when your hand snapped out fast and grabbed his wrist. Jungkook looked back at you for a moment before you tugged him closer.

Sighing deeply you stared him in the eyes.

“If I don’t do this now, I know I’ll regret it,” you whispered, bringing your lips to his firmly. Jungkook reacted almost immediately, wrapping his hands around your waist. You pulled him even closer, folding yourself around him. You wanted to be closer, closer, closer still.

Jungkook didn’t seem to understand this as he pulled away.

“Y/N,” he breathed against your lips.

“Yes?”

“What do you want from me?” he asked, echoing himself from last night.

Was it really just last night he’d cried into you and he’d kissed you with so much passion? Was it really that fast? But, after the entirety of events that had transpired between your two, you knew that there was more than just a cocky bastard inside of Jungkook.

There was a genuine person there. Someone you wanted to get to know, even if you couldn’t be with him forever.

This would be enough.

“You. I want this, right now. Just us two,” you said, pleading softly.

“If we do this-”

“I loved someone before you know...”

“Huh?” Jungkook quiets beside you.

“I loved a human man, I loved him so much that it hurt. And when I lost him I promised I’d never love again. I promised I’d never let another person touch me the way he did. When I kissed you last night it’s the first kiss I’ve had in about two hundred years. But I realized that, if I continue to keep myself from happiness, then I’ll never have it again, due to not wanting it taken away. But isn’t it better to know it again before you lose everything” you laughed lightly.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you. If this is the last time I get to see you then I want to make it worth it,” you smirked. Jungkook bit his lip, as if he were really trying to make the right decision.

“As long as you’re sure,” he said, moving to capture your lips again.

You sighed into the contact, letting his lips engulf your own. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you once more, cradling your body close to his as if you were porcelain, like you would break if he moved you too fast. You didn’t mind it, honestly. To be treated with such care made your heart swell in your chest. You wanted to treat him gently too, make him feel just as good if not better.

Jungkook began to kiss your neck and shoulders, pecking the supple skin there, leaving marks of his own on your body. You felt his nips and careful bites, they made you shudder as your hands roamed his skin. He’d been through a lot today, so had you.

“J-Jungkook, are you sure about this? Are you going to be okay?” you asked, lifting his head from your neck so he’d look in your eyes.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he beamed. “I want to please you, I want to feel you. Can I? Don’t think I’ve forgotten my genius plan of getting you half naked.”

“Shut up, before I make you,” you growled, shoving his shoulder.

Jungkook swallowed hard, bringing you into his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looking at you with poorly hidden desire. “Making me so hard, fuck...”

Slowly you started pushing Jungkook back towards a tree. His back met the bark with a gentle thud before his eyes locked onto yours. You gave him a gentle smile before pushing his shirt up and running your hands across his stomach. Jungkook let out a shaky breath, looking down as your nails ran down his sensitive flesh.

“You’re so handsome Jungkook, big eyes and pouty lips. Want to kiss you senseless,” you smirked. You heard a strangled whine come from him.

“I want that. I want your mouth on me, everywhere,” he hissed when your fingers made contact with his nipples. “Fucking shit!”

“Ooh, you’re so responsive when I do that... Like when I touch your chest Jungkook? Want me to play with them?” you asked, thumbing the hardened nubs tortuously slow.

“Y-Yeah, so good baby,” he groaned, head falling back to hit the tree with a solid ‘thud’.

“Mmm, they got so hard,” you murmured, pulling his shirt up to reveal his chest to you fully.

“Please Y/N, please do something,” he begged, attempting to grind against you, earning himself a sharp tug on the nipple.

“Don’t be greedy, I’ll do what I want when I want to, understand?” you said, eyes turning dark.

“Yes... I-I understand,” he said, voice soft and pleading.

“What a good boy,” you praised, latching your soft mouth onto the skin of his chest. He sucked in a harsh breath at the contact, tightening his grip on your hips as he tried to keep himself under control. You could tell that he wasn’t used to being the one listening to commands during sex. He kept trying to jolt himself against you or get some kind of friction somewhere. But you didn’t want to be too mean to him, especially if this was the only time you’d get to do this.

Sadness filled your heart at the thought of only getting to do this the one time...

Jungkook’s whines pulled you from your stupor, making you look up at his pretty face, flushed as he bit down on his lip. With a dark grin you brought your other hand to his nipple, toying with it briefly before pinching it between your fingers. Jungkook cried out, hips bucking forward to search for you. You bit your lip, trying to keep the teasing smirk from your face.

Was this really the man that had teased and manhandled you?

You gave his chest one last teasing tug and trailed your hands lower until they were at the fasteners for his pants. Jungkook’s chest was heaving, looking up at the sky. Almost as if he were afraid to look down and see your beautiful crimson orbs looking back up at him.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, breath tickling his neck as you leaned forward. You saw him swallow hard before turning his chin down to look at you. A soft smile graced your features, you reached up and cradled his cheek gently. He leaned into your touch, cheek smushing slightly against your palm.

“Please,” he breathed, eyes closed like he was anticipating something.

“What do you want?” You asked, running your thumb across his puffy lower lip.

“I want to taste you,” he whimpered out, taking your thumb in his mouth and sucking on it longingly. You caught your reflexive moan in your throat. Jesus this man was going to be the death of you.

“Yeah? Get on your knees then,” you said. Jungkook practically fell to the ground before you. You chuckled, watching as he eagerly shuffled forward on his knees, collecting the dirt beneath him but you were both far from caring about appearances.

“Oh fuck, I can smell you from here,” he whined, wiggling while he knelt before you. Gently you pulled at the bands of your underwear, pushing and pulling it around. Jungkook was good, he didn’t move forward or make demands. He just watched, entranced as you teased him.

“Wanna taste? Huh? You’re like a good little puppy waiting for the treat, so cute. What a good puppy,” you said, reaching forward and grasping his hair in your hands, tugging on it to lift his chin so you could see his throat. “You want it?”

“Yesss,” he cried. “Want it so bad. I-I’ll be good for you, I promise. Just let me taste, I’ll make you cum I promise please.”

“Tell me what you’d do, if I let you have it,” you beamed, pulling the band of your underwear in such a way it made your mound more pronounced. Jungkook could see the stain of your wetness coming through the fabric.

“I-I’d start slow. I want to savor it, every last drop. Then I’d give that pretty clit some well deserved attention. Suck, lick and figure out how you like it. Tease your little hole with my tongue, b-but,” he swallows thick, like he’s trying to keep himself from drooling. “But I wouldn’t use my hands unless you said I could.”

You hummed at his obedience. “Mmm, good puppy. Such a good boy, you can come closer, give me a kiss,” you said, pulling him forward by his neck. Jungkook gave a soft cry before landing face first into your pussy. He inhaled deeply, before groaning in wanton desire. You felt his lips pucker up and give your soaked underwear a kiss.

“Mmm, please. Please say I can have it,” he begged, palming himself through his pants.

“Don’t touch yourself,” you growled. Jungkook froze in place but moved his hand away from his throbbing cock. “Good baby. How about you touch me instead,” you beamed. “Go ahead puppy, you can have it.” Slowly you pulled your underwear down, face leveling with his for a second. His eyes were glassy, and you were surprised he was already this desperate, but you were going to enjoy this either way.

“Thank you,” he gasped before attaching his mouth to your bare pussy. A shiver ran down his spine as he made fat licks up your slit, gathering all your slick on his tongue. Jungkook looked like he wanted to cry, but not in a bad way. Like, in a relieved way.

“Oh fuck, so good puppy. Keep going like that,” you encouraged, locking your fingers in his damp locks. You pushed him a little closer, forcing his mouth to connect with you fully. He grunted at the rough motion, but quickly preened at the feeling of your digits playing with his hair. He gripped your ass and encouraged you to move your hips against his face.

“Grind on me, please. I want to feel it,” he cried. You did as he asked, moving your hips across his beautiful face, watching as more and more of your liquid gathered on his lips and chin.

“Making me feel so good, puppy. Look at the mess you’re making. Eat nicely,” you tutted.

“But you taste so good,” he whimpered, moving his mouth against you more feverishly. You were breathing harder now. His tongue was running against your clit so directly it felt like your lower stomach was burning with pleasure.

“Fuck puppy, yes. Right there, just like that, so good baby. L-Lick it,” you moaned, head falling back slightly. But you didn’t want to take your eyes off of the gorgeous man pleasuring you. Jungkook was getting desperate it would seem, because the more you pulled on his hair, the tighter his hands gripped your ass.

“C-Can I put a finger in? Do you want me to?” he asked, licking his lips to sweep your flavor off of him and onto his greedy tongue.

“Just be gentle,” you warned, giving him a stern stare. Jungkook’s eyes became even more glossed over as he nodded slowly, acknowledging your order.

“Gonna make you cum so hard,” he almost growled into your cunt. But, just as you asked, he was gentle. Petting his fingers over your center carefully Jungkook seemed to be hyper focused on his goal. You sighed when he pushed his digit inside of you, making your aching pussy clench around the intruder.

“Ooh, puppy. So tight, so tight in my pussy huh?” you teased.

“Y-Yeah, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, pumping his finger slowly, watching as your hungry core sucked him right back in desperately.

“Mmf! Fuck,” you snarled, pushing your hips down to get more of the delicious feeling of him filling you. If this is how you reacted to a finger, Jungkook couldn’t wait to see how you reacted to his cock stuffing you to the brim.

“Can you take another one?” he asked, eyes all big and sparkly as they gazed at you.

“Yes baby, put in another one,” you demanded. Jungkook quickly took his pointer and middle finger and put them in his mouth to get them wet before sinking them inside you. You gasped, the distinct pull in your stomach making you wince slightly but after a few seconds it was gone, making you worried for when he did finally get his dick inside you but, that wouldn’t be until later...

“H-Holy shit you’re so fucking hot, so wet-” he mewled before attaching his lips to your clit once more, sucking harshly. A sharp rush of pleasure swept over you, making your knees shake slightly. Jungkook pulled you closer, so that one of your legs was going behind his back and resting on his shoulder.

“Mmm what a good puppy, making sure I don’t fall over because you’re fingering my pussy so good. Shit baby, keep going. Don’t stop, I’m close,” you breathed, feeling your walls starting to clamp down on his long digits.

“Let me have it. Cum on my face, I want to taste it. I’ll clean you up so good, I promise,” he cried, tonguing your clit with an urgency that was throwing you into the arms of your orgasm harshly. You gripped his hair so tight you heard him hiss but you couldn’t focus on much else as your body jerked above his so violently he had to hang onto your hip to keep you from tipping over.

Jungkook held onto your thigh as he pumped his fingers languidly, nosing at your sensitive clit with hesitancy. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also was sucking your cum off his lips with such an earnestness that your stomach clenched, making him look at you with wonder.

Apparently Jungkook made the right call by holding your thigh, because a few moments later your knees went wobbly. He smiled at you brightly, running his hand up to your hip and lower stomach. You smoothed your hand over his hair, watching as he leaned into your touch. A softness took over your features as you got on your knees with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his swollen lips to yours.

He curled his arms around your frame, hands settling on your waist. You kissed him like it was your only desire in this life, like if you broke apart for a second it would be too much to bear. He responded in kind, running his palms across your back and gripping your bare ass in his hands. You smiled against his mouth, giving a soft moan to egg him on. Jungkook connected your lips again, tracing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. You didn’t give him the access he asked for, making him whine against your lips and pull you further into his body.

However, this wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer, deeper and seeping into every ounce of you. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, your chest was tight with emotion. You pulled back gently, watching as Jungkook tried to follow your lips. A soft giggle came from you as his bright eyes peaked open, looking at you with curiosity.

“Are you alright?” he breathed, slightly airy.

“I’m okay, just thinking,” you said, before tightening your grip on his and tipping backwards so you’d fall on your back. Jungkook gave a little cry, catching himself on his forearms so that he didn’t crush you when he hit the ground. You opened your thighs and let him settle between them. Jungkook readjusted himself so that you weren’t uncomfortable.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? I don’t want you getting hurt,” he fretted, pushing stray twigs and rocks away from you.

“I can’t feel any of it. All I can feel is you,” you said, brushing a strand of his longer hair behind his ear. His eyes glimmered then, and you felt the air leave your lungs. He was looking at you like you were precious, something to be adored. Overwhelmed you tried to swallow down your stinging tears. Jungkook seemed to notice your distress, because he was placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” he said.

“I know, I know you are. Because you’re my good puppy aren’t you? Want your treat? Come get it,” you said, spreading your lower lips with your fingers, flashing your soaked insides to him. Reaching down, Jungkook didn’t have the patience to take his pants all the way off, so he just pushed them to his mid thigh. His cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, flushed red tip that was leaking an absurd amount of pre-cum. You wet your lips with your tongue, longing to stuff his cock in your mouth. But, he was already lining himself up with your sopping core.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“Yes, yes you can put it in Jungkook,” you said, using his name.

Jungkook nodded quickly before pushing in slowly. The stretch was hard, a strangled yelp left you as you tried to keep yourself from tensing up. Jungkook rubbed his thumbs into your hips, trying to ease the ache you were feeling. Carefully, Jungkook eased himself back out and pushed forward again, going a little deeper than before.

“S-Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, head slumping forward and resting on your chest. You smirked slightly, but ran your fingers through his hair gingerly. Jungkook kept giving little thrusts into your wet heat, gauging how much you could handle before finally you felt your hips connect and he was bottomed out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, puppy you’re so big,” you hiccuped. Jungkook wasn’t in a much better situation. His shoulders were tense and his head was hanging low. Placing your hand on his cheek, you made him look at you. His face was scrunched up and he looked like he could be in pain. But you knew it was probably just overwhelming for him. You had done quite a bit of teasing. However, that route wasn’t exactly over.

“Do you need a second?” he asked, suddenly serious.

“No, you can move. I want you to, fuck me hard,” you encouraged, running your hands down his stiff back and gripping his plump ass in your hands. Jungkook took your invitation and started moving inside of you at a swift pace. Nothing too fast, but enough to get your head feeling spinny. You gripped his ass tightly, keeping your moans quiet and soft. Jungkook, however, was extremely vocal.

“Fuck! So tight, so wet, holy shit,” he moaned, high pitched whimpers falling from his lips every time he surged forward into your soaking cunt.

“It’s all for you puppy,” you whispered. “So hard inside my tight little pussy. Oh! So good, fucking me so good.”

Jungkook gave a harsh thrust, one that moved you across the ground with the force behind it. A warped shriek came from your mouth, making you grab Jungkook’s ear and tug mercilessly. He gave a half garbled groan, before locking eyes with you.

“Ow! S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m so hard it hurts, I couldn't help myself when you feel so good,” he complained, reaching up to grab your wrist on the hand that was currently trying to remove his ear. You tugged again and felt a strong pulse in your core from Jungkook’s throbbing cock that was currently shoved inside of you.

“Ooh, does my puppy like a bit of pain with his pleasure? Want to play rough puppy?” you teased, letting his ear go while he continued to sink inside of you.

“Ssshit! Yes! I like it, I want more please!” he howled, hips stuttering in their rhythm slightly.

“More? Well, since you asked so nicely,” you said, reaching under his shirt and finding his sensitive nipples. You pinched one hard, causing him to sob out a moan. His hips got faster, almost plowing you into the dirt.

Jungkook’s eyes were on your face, watching as you felt the pleasure he was giving you. A devious grin took over your features.

“Wanna look puppy? Wanna see how my pussy is struggling to take your big dick? Look,” you said, pulling your lips apart. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body to look at your pussy swallowing his length with every push forward. He reached down and put his thumb right on your clit, swiveling his finger around the swollen bud, making you grip at his nipple harder than before. Jungkook keened into the air, wanting so desperately to keep watching the erotic scene before him but struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpered helplessly.

“No you’re not,” you warned, wrapping your legs around his ass and keeping him in place. Jungkook looked at you with confusion as you shoved your thumb inside his soft mouth. He suckled at your digit, wanton moans escaping as you clenched your walls around his sensitive member.

“Please let me cum,” he groaned around your finger.

“No, keep fucking me. Don’t you dare cum,” you said, a harsh tone leaking into your voice. Jungkook nodded before picking his pace back up. Truth be told, you had a devious plan that involved him cumming without permission. So, you started clenching again. Jungkook cried out again, trying to slow his thrusts down.

“D-Don’t do that, I’ll cum if you do that please,” he blubbered, already looking rather distraught.

“Feels so good when I do this, puppy. You don’t want me to feel good? Are you being a selfish little brat, huh puppy?” you asked, pinching his nipple ruthlessly.

“Want you to feel good too, I-I’m not selfish,” he defended, eyes swimming with unshed tears.

“Then you’ll keep fucking me until I cum,” you said, shifting your hips down to take him deeper. Jungkook swallowed hard as he kept going, his breath was hitting your face in sharp pants. You knew this was a little mean, but the fucked out look on his face was too good to deny.

Jungkook’s thrusts stayed even, but he kept up his pace. His face was pinched together, and you knew it was from both the pleasure and the pain of not cumming. You knew he wanted it.

“You know puppy, since you’re a vampire like me... If you came inside, you could get me pregnant. Did you know that? Even if you were turned, you can get a princess like me pregnant. Watch me walk around swollen with your babies, huh? Want to see me like that puppy? All because you were a naughty boy who couldn’t hold his load,” you teased, clamping down once more.

“Ah! S-Stop talking like that, I’ll really cum,” he warned, keeping his pace going.

“I don’t want you to pull out until I cum, such a big dick in my pussy. Are you gonna cum puppy? Even though I told you no? Even though you could get me pregnant? What a naughty puppy, bad boy Jungkookie,” you growled.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you, and you knew all he needed was a little push to cum. So you doubled down, pulling his nipple painfully and tightening your kegel muscles so hard you felt a strain in your side.

“No!” he yelped. But it was too late, Jungkook stiffened up and you felt the scalding heat of his release filling you up inside. His release triggered another orgasm to wash over you, it wasn’t nearly as intense as the last one he gave you, but it still made your mind go foggy. Watching him you decided to coax him through his intense orgasm, trying to be merciful at least in this instance. Jungkook was trembling in your hold, tears falling down his cheeks as he gasped trying to calm himself down.

“Shhh, Jungkook it’s okay,” you breathed, cradling him to your body. You placed gentle kisses on his face and neck, anywhere you could reach to reassure him it was okay. He was alright.

Finally Jungkook seemed to calm down enough to where you could talk to him.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum without permission,” he said, teary eyes and flushed cheeks greeting you as you gazed at his face.

“Mm, it’s okay puppy. You did well, made me feel so good,” you said, giving him a tired smile. Jungkook hissed as he pulled himself out of your battered core. He watched in his lust addled mind as his cum started seeping out of you. He frowned as he started to push it back inside when you swatted his hand away in sensitivity.

He popped his fingers in his mouth, causing another shudder of desire to course through you before pulling his pants up and laying his head on your stomach. You slowly ran your fingers through his hair, in an action that almost seemed to be routine at this point with how frequently you’ve done it today.

It was silent for a little while before Jungkook spoke up.

“Never really been a sub before, how did I do?” he asked, rubbing his thumb into the soft skin of your hip.

“Perfect, Jungkook. Are you okay? I was a little mean,” you said, wiping at the drying tears on his cheeks.

“Are you kidding? I’ve never cum that hard in my life. For a second I thought I was gonna die, but this is nice,” he said, cuddling into your belly.

“You big baby,” you teased, resting your head back. You looked up at the sky, smiling in the blissful atmosphere that had surrounded the two of you.

When everything shattered.

“JUNGKOOK!” you heard a high pitched male voice call out.

Jungkook’s head lifted from your stomach, looking around in the section of forest the pair of you were in.

“Who is that?”

“J-Jimin?” he said it more like it was a question.

“You mean one of your council members?” you asked, panic rising in your voice.

“Shit,” he growled, wrapping one hand around your waist protectively.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” you whispered.

“If I can just talk to him maybe-”

“Jungkook? There you are,” a soft male voice entered your area. Jungkook visibly tensed up at the sound, licking his lips and closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m here Jimin,” he answered.

“Who’s the lovely lady who looks thoroughly ravishing if I do say so myself,” he smirked, leaning forward.

This Jimin was rather beautiful in his own right. Silvery hair that was parted to show his forehead. A high collared shirt and waistcoat adorned his lithe yet toned body. He was shorter than Jungkook, but he seemed far more intimidating. You tried to shimmy behind Jungkook, to try and at least keep a shred of dignity to yourself.

“She’s just a villager Jimin, I-I was having some fun,” he winced, trying to keep up his crass exterior.

“I’m sure you two were, but I hate to tell you Jungkookie... She’s much more than your average villager. She’s the woman I’m to bring back to the capital and stand on trial in front of the King,” he explained, no sympathy in his tone.

“Y-You?” you squeaked, looking at Jungkook with confusion.

“Mhm, the King grew impatient with Jungkook’s absence and sent me to retrieve him and you if you were still in the premises,” Jimin stated.

“Does the King think so little of me that he had to send you to come collect me like a child?” he asked, frustration painting into his voice.

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to keep him level before he burst off the handle. Although, something told you this was their usual dynamic. Pushing and pulling, like brothers.

“It’s not about that Jungkook. Your power is good for tracking, mine is good for subduing. I’m here to bring her back, you were meant to find her. The King didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to jump to the conclusions you are right now. You are good at what you do, so let me take over from here,” Jimin said, reaching out to grab you when Jungkook slapped his hand away, grabbing you and pulling you to his chest forcefully.

“No, you won’t touch her,” he snarled.

Jimin saw the intensity on the younger males face and sighed.

“Listen, I have to go and get vervain cuffs from the horses. It should take me ten minutes. And you both better be here when I get back,” Jimin warned, no malice in his voice. He stalked off, and you looked at Jungkook with fear written all over your features.

“You gotta go,” he said, helping you to your feet. You felt the stickiness on your thighs and cringed.

“I-I know but, I’m... Um,” you whispered. Jungkook nodded and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I wish that we didn’t have to say goodbye here. But, unfortunately that’s the case. I want to tell you I’ll come for you one day, but... We both know that can’t happen. We-We can’t happen,” he breathed regretfully. You nodded, feeling a heat rush up your cheeks. And you realized you were crying.

“I understand. I knew that,” you whispered, tears collecting on your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged, wiping your tears with his thumbs desperately.

“I won’t be crying forever, just let me feel sad right now,” you pleaded, leaning forward and kissing him softly. Jungkook reciprocated lazily, moving his mouth against yours so tentatively that you could barely feel the pressure.

“Okay,” he breathed, pulling away. “Go.”

You nodded, heading towards the woods when Jungkook grabbed your waist and wrapped his jacket around your waist. “Get some clothes as soon as you can, I don’t want you getting cold.”

“Jungkook,” you said, looking into his eyes.

“Don’t come looking for me. If they find you, I-I don’t know what they’ll do to you,” he said, swallowing hard.

“I won’t forget you,” you sighed, gripping his wrist tightly.

“You should.”

--

You were so fucked...

Well, you had gotten fucked and that’s how you landed in the situation you were in now...

Pregnant.

The healer of the small village you had been hiding in for a few months confirmed it. Vampire pregnancies were a little longer than human ones, lasting around 14-15 months, so you were hardly showing at the mere 3 months you were.

What should you do? The village was already hesitant because you were a vampire. And now you were an unmarried pregnant vampire to top it all off. You couldn’t get rid of the child, that wasn’t an option in your mind. You were already so in love with the small being in your womb it was ridiculous.

But, a part of you had always wanted to be a mother...

To have a family of your own.

But what about Jungkook? Surely he’d want to know what was going on, didn’t he have the right to know? Even if it put you in danger?

You and your unborn child?

But, maybe there was a chance... A chance that the King would show you and Jungkook mercy. Even if you were the former heir to the kingdom... If there was a chance at a happy life, with you baby and Jungkook... Did you want that? Shouldn’t you try?

That’s how you wound up in the capital. The bustling city was so different from how you remember it centuries ago. Several new buildings, carriages and people moving around like fish in a pond. All working together but never touching. Never coinciding with one another. How strange to think that this could’ve been your life had you fought for your crown...

Shaking your head you started to walk, in search of the new palace.

Admittedly, it wasn’t too terribly hard to find.

Right in the center of the city it stood proud and tall, white and sandy marble sculpted together to make an ornate display of the architecture of the time. You watched as it was standing high above the city, causing a lump to swell in your throat.

How things had changed...

Approaching the palace was different than you had imagined. You had thought you could just go up and request a meeting with Jungkook. This theory had been proven wrong fairly quickly. The moment you got close to the gates, a guard looked at you like you were insane.

“Miss, please step away from the palace gates,” he commanded in a loud voice.

“I need to speak with, uh, Jeon Jungkook? I have something I need to tell him,” you swallowed hard, hand subconsciously going to your stomach.

The guard scoffed, rolling his eyes and straightening his back. “A man with such a high ranking on the council would not have any kind of talk to be had with you. Head home, you’re not welcome here,” he warned.

“But if I could just speak with him for a minute,” you started, trying to get them to understand it wouldn’t take long at all.

However, they weren’t having any of it.

“Miss, if you don’t leave the premises, I’m afraid I will have to remove you by force,” he said, hand resting on his sword. You sighed and nodded your head.

“I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll be on my way,” you said, turning your back. Not before you caught their feet in the solid stone underneath them and locked them in place.

“Hey!” they yelled in frustration as you walked past them and towards the palace.

“I’ll come and let you out when I’m done! It won’t be but a few minutes,” you said, making your way towards the entrance.

When you finally made it inside, you were astounded at the decor in the palace. It was all purple and silver, a gorgeous combination in your mind. But, now wasn’t the time to get hung up on interior design. You had a puppy to find.

You inhaled deeply, trying to find the scent that was inherently Jungkook.

However, just as you were turning the corner, you slammed head first into a firm chest. You fell backwards and landed on your ass, wincing as you tried to keep your head from going spinny. You looked up and almost screamed.

There.

Was King Kim Taehyung, and he looked like he’d found the catch of the day.

“My my my, Miss Y/N, what a pleasure to find you in my palace... What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning forward with a devious smirk on his face.

“I-I need, um... I was just, um-”

“Guards! Gather the rest of the council members, we’re having an immediate trial,” Taehyung’s voice carried through the halls. Faster than you could think, arms were on you. You were hauled to your feet, and starting to be dragged down the hallway.

“No! Please, just listen it’s really important that I talk to-”

“Save your pleading for the jury.”

--

Kneeling on the floor in front of the King was moderately humiliating for former royalty. But, such was life at this point. A door at the end of the room opened and shut, causing you to lift your head and look as two more lithe frames made their way up to the chairs at the back of the room.

“Your Majesty,” one said.

“Namjoon,” Taehyung acknowledged.

“Majesty,” the other said, bowing slightly.

“Yoongi,” Taehyung nodded. “Take your seats, both of you.”

A few moments later, three more men entered the space, making your chest feel tighter.

“Ah, Hoseok, Jimin, Jin, good to see you all made it so timely,” Taehyung grinned, crossing his legs and leaning back in his throne.

“Yes your majesty, we heard it was of the utmost importance,” the one named Hoseok said.

“Where is Jungkook?” Taehyung asked, looking at the group and noticing the unknown man of the hour was missing.

“He’ll be here shortly, there was a bit of a commotion outside that he’s trying to quell. No doubt it’s due to this one's appearance,” Jin said, gesturing in your direction. The vervain cuffs made your wrists ache. But you tried to stay as still as possible, wriggling only made it hurt worse.

The anxiety was biting up your throat as the men towards the front started conversing as if you weren’t even there. Like this was an average Thursday afternoon to them. But the panic in your veins was heavy as you waited to hear the door open once more.

And you didn’t have to stew much longer, because soon the cursed entrance opened, bringing Jungkook into the light of the room. His hair was longer, and you noticed he looked more tired. But, you tried not to get worried.

However, the sheer panic written on his face when he saw you kneeling on the floor was hard to ignore. It was so hard not to burst into tears when you saw him again for the first time in months. If only you could’ve gotten him alone, but of course you had to run head first into the fucking King.

But, as calmly as he could he sat down.

Taehyung nodded and stood up.

“Gentleman, I have gathered the jury today to bring to trial the former heir to our kingdom. Miss Y/N Y/L/N. She is a traitor to our parliament and has been purposefully avoiding us for years. The last in a poisoned line if you will. Now, we can do one of two things. Execute her, and end the Y/L/N line for good. Or, we can let her go... And perhaps let the people rip her to shreds for us,” Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook looked about ready to jump out of his skin and pummel the King.

“Kill her,” Jin said, sighing and looking at his nails with disinterest. “Honestly I don’t know why you called us here for this.”

“Because she is still a citizen of this kingdom so she gets due trial,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Execution,” Yoongi said.

“Execute her,” Namjoon announced.

“W-Wait! Please, at least let me speak for a second!” you begged. Taehyung sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Fine fine, what do you want to say?” he asked, lifting his eyes to yours. A sharp and overwhelming sense of pain came over you causing you to fall to your side, hands cramping to the point you thought the vervain cuffs would break. Jungkook apparently couldn’t take it anymore. Watching as you sobbed in agony, he flew from his seat and tried to move you out of Taehyung’s line of sight. The male was frantic, trying to quiet your sobs while stifling his own.

“P-Please stop!” Jungkook yelled, looking at his King with sheer desperation on his face. Taehyung seemed to hear him, because the relief you felt was instant. Chest heaving you were staring at the ceiling, watching as it all started to spiral. Jungkook collapsed to his knees and tried to control himself, but the sight of you cuffed and struggling on the floor was too painful for him. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms, brushing the hair out of your face. Wearily, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Have to tell you something,” you whispered, lifting your head to look at Jungkook with an unwavering expression.

“What? What is it Y/N?”

Slowly, you looked down to your stomach. “I-I’m pregnant,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“You’re certain?” he asked, leveling his gaze to yours.

“Yes, it was confirmed,” you said, biting your lip.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered,

“Don’t be, I’m not,” you said, giving a gentle smile. You heard someone clearing their throats behind you. The man named Yoongi stood up, looking at the pair of you with muted interest.

“Jungkook? What is the meaning of this?” he asked.

“S-She, we... Uh. Well,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I believe I heard the word pregnant,” Hoseok said, a smirk crossing his features.

“I am,” you said, trying to straighten yourself up but that round of pain really took a lot out of you. Damned king.

“And you claim the father to be Jungkook here?” Namjoon asked, raising a brow at his younger subordinate.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Yoongi, give her the test please,” Taehyung ordered.

Slowly, Yoongi walked down the steps and towards you and Jungkook. Your chest tightened as you tried to calm yourself down. Jungkook gripped you tighter, pushing himself towards his friend with a fearful but intense look on his face.

“Easy Jungkook, you know the test only makes them tell the truth,” Yoongi said.

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered to him, trying to comfort him without being able to use your hands. “Give me whatever test you want.”

Yoongi nodded before blinking and you watched as his eyes turned a bright white color. “From this moment on, you will tell the truth, and nothing but the truth,” his deep voice commanded. Limply, you nodded.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Yes,” you answered. You were shocked at how fast the answer came from your mouth. It’s like you weren’t in control of your words.

“How far along are you?”

“Three months,” you answered again, almost in an almost monotone voice.

“Is the father of your child Jeon Jungkook of this vampiric council?” he asked, never breaking his stare with you.

“Yes, he is,” you said. Jungkook placed his chin on your head, hands visibly shaking against your body.

“King Taehyung, are there any other questions you’d like to ask,” Yoongi said, keeping his eyes boring into yours.

“Ask her if she intentionally had sex with Jungkook to get pregnant,” Taehyung said flippantly. You could tell Jungkook wanted to argue, but kept himself quiet.

“Did you intentionally have sex with Jungkook in order to procure a child?” Yoongi questioned.

“No, I didn’t,” you said.

“Alright Yoongi, I’ve heard enough,” Taehyung says, rubbing the bridge of his nose in apparent frustration. Yoongi blinked a few times before his eyes returned to their normal crimson and you slumped against Jungkook again, mind swirling.

“At your will, your majesty,” Yoongi said, walking back towards his chair.

“So, miss Y/N, you just so happened to come to the capital. After knowing there was a man hunt for you. After knowing that you are a known traitor to this kingdom. What do you expect me to do? Hmm? What would you do if you were in my position? Why don’t you let all those years of diplomatic training aid you in your answer,” Taehyung said, resting his hand on his palm.

“Your majesty, please, this isn’t fair,” Jungkook said, looking physically upset.

“Fair has nothing to do with this Jungkook. Don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Taehyung warned sharply.

“She’s the mother of my child and I don’t belong in this conversation?!” Jungkook screeched.

“Jungkook, you will not speak out of turn again. Remember, you have committed treason by fraternizing with a fugitive of the kingdom,” Taehyung growled. “Her head isn’t the only one in danger right now. You’ll do well to remember that.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I believe this situation has called for another word from the jury. Do we kill the traitor, or set her free?” Taehyung asked.

Namjoon spoke first.

“Since she is pregnant, I think we should let her go. We’ll make her swear fealty to the crown and send her on her merry way. She cannot have contact with Jungkook or any of us and we’ll act like she doesn’t exist,” Namjoon reasoned.

“I say kill her,” Yoongi declared. “Especially since she’s pregnant. A new line of heirs from the former princess of the kingdom? That certainly doesn’t bode well for us,” Yoongi said, shrugging.

“I agree with Yoongi,” Hoseok said, looking at you and Jungkook on the floor.

“I second Namjoon’s idea, we aren’t ruthless killers. The child hasn’t committed any crime,” Jimin said.

“But if word gets out that Jungkook was fraternizing with a fugitive, and she got pregnant as a result and we let it go? What would that say about us? And how we control the masses, the riots could be uncontainable and far more than one pregnant woman would die,” Jin said.

“Please,” Jungkook cried. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging. I’ll do whatever you want just don’t kill her! Have mercy.”

You could feel the tears soaking into his shirt from your face. You knew this was a risk when you came here, but you hoped that they were blood thirsty killers desperate for power. You prayed that wasn't who was running your kingdom now. Your fears seemed to be recognized, however. As Taehyung sighed and stood up.

“It’s three to three right now and I have the deciding vote,” Taehyung said. Slowly, the monstrous man walked down the stairs to look at you. Jungkook was hiding his face in your hair and trembling. You wanted to comfort him, tell him it would be okay. But, there was little comfort you could bring him now.

You were going to die.

“Miss Y/N, I hope you know that this isn’t personal. I’m merely trying to find a means to an end. I don’t wish for you to suffer, this won’t be an agonizing process, I promise,” Jungkook sobbed at his words.

“You’re truly heartless, you know nothing of family. Of love. If you did you couldn’t do this to someone else,” you growled.

“You’re wrong. My wife has given me a family, she has shown me love. I am fortunate to have a woman like her, but this is something higher than both of us I’m afraid. Now, the jury has voted. Guards, please take her to the yard and execute her-”

“Tae!” A loud cry came from the other side of the room, the door flung open and a beautiful woman appeared on the other side.

You saw the sheer joy on Taehyung’s face as he walked towards her. Lucky bastard.

“My darling!” he cried, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her head.

“I’ve come home early,” she announces, smiling at the council who all appeared to be in a stunned silence.

“Yes, I am just finishing up here,” he said. Quickly Taehyung’s face changed. “Um, why don’t you head upstairs I’ll be with you and the children momentarily-”

“Tae, who is that? And why is Jungkook crying?!” her voice carried, sounding moderately concerned.

“N-No one my love, it’s just uh... Um, well,” he squeaked.

“Jungkookie, sweetheart, what's wrong?” the queen asked, coming over and kneeling beside the two of you.

“S-She’s pregnant with my child and-and his majesty just ordered her execution,” Jungkook whimpered, cradling your head.

“Oh... Did he...?” the queen growled low. Taehyung visibly paled across the room.

“Taehyung, darling? Is this true?” she asked, not turning towards her husband but moving to uncuff your hands from behind your back.

“S-She’s the former princess of the kingdom. She’s a Y/L/N,” he said.

“And?” she questioned, like that was a trivial matter in her mind. Finally, your hands were unbound and you brought them to the front, rubbing them in relief.

“My dear, I know how this must look-”

“If I remember correctly, the Y/L/N’s were all murdered. By you. When you took power. The daughter escaped and hasn’t been an issue in the centuries you’ve been ruling. Why is it suddenly a problem now?” the queen asked.

“My love, if word gets out about the old regime having a prolific heir, there could be riots! Uprising and upheaval in the people. We’ve spent so long trying to culminate a culture of peace, but old enemies die hard,” he said.

“Taehyung, is she here asking for the kingdom? Is she here because she wants to be the ruler?” she asked, standing up.

“I-I don’t believe so,” he said.

“Then why would she come here? Did you even ask?” she questioned him.

“I-I was going to but the trial-”

“Wasn’t a fair one if you didn’t even ask her what she wanted. Miss Y/N, what is it that you came here for? What purpose?” the queen asked.

“I-I just wanted to tell Jungkook I was pregnant. I wanted him to know in case... In case he wanted to-to be with me and help raise the child. I don’t want the kingdom, I don’t want to rule. I haven’t for a long while,” you said, looking to Jungkook who was still severely emotional.

“Y/N,” he croaked, resting his forehead on yours.

“So, you simply wanted to tell Jungkook about his child? I don’t remember that being a crime Taehyung,” she said, raising a brow in his direction.

“Love, this isn’t as black and white as it seems, there’s several years of tension and underlying problems here. It’s not so easily forgiven,” Taehyung said.

“It is. You’re deciding that the past can’t stay there. You are the one opening up wounds that have long scarred over and healed. It’s like cutting yourself all over again. There is no reason behind this, no purpose. And I won’t stand for it. The man I love, the father of our children, wouldn't do this. You wouldn’t do this,” the queen said, looking at him with unwavering strength. “Would you take fatherhood away from your friend so easily? After you know how much joy it has brought you? Our little Hana and Yeonjun?”

Taehyung was conflicted, it appeared.

“You know, your majesty. We could solve this problem,” Jin spoke up, like he’d been thinking for a few moments.

“How, Jin?” Taehyung asked, thoroughly reprimanded.

“Have them get married. Show that she’s a member of our council and that she is supportive of you. Have her publicly renounce the throne,” Jin suggested, shrugging in his chair. “No one dies and we get a former diplomat as an ally.”

“Now that you mention it, she must be incredible at strategy,” Yoongi muttered. “Especially if she evaded us for so long.”

“And Hana and Yeonjun could have a friend once their child is born!” the queen yelled, excited.

“S-So Jungkook and I could be married and-and we can keep the baby?” you questioned, voice small.

“Of course! That’s exactly what we’re suggesting!” the queen agrees, spinning around.

“I never said-”

“Kim Taehyung, you will agree to these terms,” the queen growled. “Or you will be executing me as well.” The king gawked at his wife.

“I-I will see to it the arrangements are made,” he breathed, swallowing down a visible lump in his throat.

Jungkook’s tears started coming all over again, but this time not out of fear or sadness, but sure elation.

“Oh Y/N,” he weeped, bringing you into his lap fully.

“Jungkook it’s okay, we’re okay,” you breathed, kissing him gently.

Jungkook boldly wrapped his arms around you and kissed you harder. A surprised squeal came from you, but you didn’t care. You clung to him, a life line you didn't know you needed until everything was almost taken from you.

“I-I’m so happy,” he breathed.

“Oh yeah, almost dying and a pregnancy announcement has made for a rather fun day,” you teased. He scoffed and kissed you again.

“I’m serious. I’m so happy I could burst right now,” he said, resting his head in the hollow of your throat.

“Well, you bursting is kinda what got us in this position,” you giggled. Jungkook gave you a pout that had you placing another soft kiss on his lips. “I’m happy too.”

While the fellow members of the council walked over to you and Jungkook, moving to help the pair of you get up and introduce themselves.

The queen walked over to her husband, not making eye contact.

“I’m disappointed in you,” she breathed.

“I’m the king, sometimes I have to make decisions I don’t like,” he said, looking at the floor.

“No, you’re still a man. You chose to make the wrong decision because it was easier. You’re better than that, Taehyung. At least, I thought you were.”

“So did I.”