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ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff 

✏️Rating: PG-18

📝Word count: 5874

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

<<<𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2>>>

Hii! Welcome to my work. I'm new in this platform but been posting my writing for four years now in AO3. English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Big thanks to @btsstan12 and Natasha@queentiti72 from @bangtanwritershq for doing the beta read for me.

As the king's breath turns steady and he seems to have fallen into deep sleep, you move slowly and silently towards the room’s door, opening it just enough to slide out, hoping the sound of your clothing against the sheets or the wooden floor hasn't been enough to bother the king’s sleep. Giving him one last look at his sleeping frame, you close it.

In the past, he would wake up to your slightest movement, let alone if you stood up, that's why you used to have separate rooms when it came to sleep. But it hadn't been like that for almost two years. Now, once he’s done with you, as soon as your head rests on his chest, he would fall sound asleep. It was something you had loved at first, since you finally were able to sleep with your husband the whole night. You used to admire his beautiful face as he rested that stern demeanour of his, fully relaxed, making him look even sweet. Now, it’s just convenient.

The guards watching that door don't even move or look in your direction as you walk through the corridor with your shoes in hand, distractedly, as if you were in no rush. But you know he is waiting in your room and all you want is to throw the shoes and run like the damned but that isn't really a choice. You must behave. The biggest rebellion has to be not wearing shoes outside, the rest of you have to be according to your status, even if you don't feel like you belong to it anymore. Most certainly you don’t feel like your heart belongs to the king anymore. He wants you at his side in public and he wants you on his bed but you feel like neither of those are your places.  

The king has gone mad. The amount of times you have heard those words in the past months made your heart clench and stir in your chest. The painful acknowledgement that it was the truth came when you saw the first unfair decapitation and it sent your blood cold to your feet. You had never seen one before, and the fact that you had to see that one, was eye-opening. That wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with. That wasn’t your Yoonsuk.

The man had only stared at the king in the eye for a bit longer than what was polite, his face hadn't even shown an emotion that could provoke the king but he took it as such. In just a matter of an hour, after letting him fulfil his death wish: to say goodbye to his family, the man was dead. Then the word spread: The king has gone mad.

So mad as to show you affection in front of the whole court by kissing you on the cheek as you approached him at a meeting about conquering plans. Silent gasps filled the room. Even if nobody dared to say anything about it, you knew the word would spread later. 

The law had also changed. People weren't allowed to look at him more than the glare of a movement that caught your attention, otherwise one could spend months in prison. As many as the king felt like, after weighing how offended he felt. And the same applied to his queen, you, with only the exception that he would make those who dared to look at the queen, his queen, get their eyes removed. He said you were only his to look at.

That affected your relationships. You were no longer able to have comfortable conversations with others, whether they were man or women because having to speak with someone who’s all the time looking at your feet or the patterns of your skirt is simply not how you hold a proper conversation. Your longtime friendship with the king’s twin brother, Yoongi, was the most affected one. Suddenly it felt like he’d gone far down in the hierarchy and it made you feel wrong whenever you would talk to him. 

Then suddenly, fairness started not mattering anymore and the sentence for a suspicious look towards the king was death. If someone dared to look at the queen, death would be served on the spot. No one could crave what was his. It was like craving the throne and that was treason.

Things hadn’t always been like this. You and the king always had a very unique relationship. He fell for you when you both were just children from the high ranks of the court when conquering was only a game. Nothing to be taken seriously. But with his aunt's marriage to the king and the lack of alive male members appropriate for ruling the throne, and even more concerning, the lack of progeny the couple had. Even with the king having concubines, the king had named Min Yoonsuk, The Guardian of Daegu, his aunt's favourite and smartest member from the Yeoheung Min clan, his successor if he couldn't breed an heir.

The throne was always his main focus when he was a child conqueror, when he wasn't even the king yet, but when he reached adulthood even with how humble he really was, he always seemed to want to score higher. There was always an ambition, even if he had the throne secured with the king's seal on it and the king didn’t yet have a son.  

Before you could process what was happening, your parents had cancelled your engagement to Kim Seokjin from the Gwangsan Kim family and pulled you apart to make sure your virtue wasn't doubted. Then the news came. You were selected to become the wangsejabin, the Princess Successor Consort, qualifying for the requirements. 

You weren't a female member of the Yi: the monarch ruling, or Min clan: the successor in this case. This means the candidate must and did not have the same surname as the royal family, neither a close relative of the crown prince or a person within the eight cousins of the crown prince. Both of the candidates’ parents had to be alive too, whom they were. The candidate needed to have a clean family background and not be associated with any case of misconduct. Basically, no treason. The candidate had to possess the virtues that fitted the decorum of a crown princess and a future queen; a virgin that would ensure she would only bear the king's children and a lady with manners. The candidate, also, needed to have a pleasant appearance and the world be damned if you didn’t have that one in your favour too. 

After the first year of the marriage, you gave birth to Yoonhyung, Min Yoonsuk's, firstborn and a male while the King was still unable to conceive a healthy one. And it wasn't until the third year that the Prince put efforts into conceiving a second child; Yoonguk, who took his appearance after his father. Both boys are patient with what they wanted even at their very young age, taking after him.

For five years, you've been there with him, in sickness and health, in love with that smile that turns your world upside down. But he's lost his head, he's blinded by power and wealth. He's turned greedy and has started acting up on it. People around him are scared of his ambition and he has grown fierce against those who oppose him. Making no difference between friends and enemies anymore, whoever stood in his way was a target of his wrath. Yoongi, after the law was put in place, once looked at you while having a conversation and the king left a scar that goes from his forehead to his chin on the right eye. All the while he threatened, if repeated; he’d pull out his eyes himself. The scar has left a forever reminder that no one can mess with him because not even blood relations can keep you safe. 

Sometimes he scares you off too with his actions but lately, it hasn't been fear that’s filled you. It has been coldness. He's no longer who he was. In the span of the past year, after his coronation, he's grown secretive and his solitude has also increased but you have been the only one who noticed it. You two were close, had always been. Marriage was only one step further into your friendship and loving him was easy in all its ways. 

You can still remember his relief when you were told that you were the one chosen to be his life partner by the command of the then-ruling king. Yoonsuk said he would never have to doubt the truth of your words or your heart because he already knew you well.

The marriage started easily. The part of you that was scared the most about getting married stopped worrying after the first nights. He was a gentle lover at the beginning and grew spicier with time, but your times with him were always precious. After the crowning, when he became Agust the I, the separation seemed to have poked a hole in the bedroom too. For months, you had been wondering if any of the other ladies had also seen Hong Kong with him. The thought used to bring tears of hurt to your eyes, which only Yoongi’s words could ease, but not anymore.

Now the breach between Yoonsuk and you grows wider, the closer you get to his twin brother, the new Guardian of Daegu, who’s expected to be away more often than not but still finds days to be at court. The king started wanting to distance him even before you started seeing him differently. You just haven’t been able to figure out why.

You were sure it had nothing to do with you. You never thought you'd love someone else and you knew that neither did the king. You never thought you would betray the king, especially not this way. When it started, you were in absolute denial but it wasn’t until his lips crashed on yours that you had to admit to yourself you had fallen in love with the wrong twin. 

To this day, you still fail to understand how they were born from the same womb yet one remained incorrupt and pure through the years, while the other provokes so much fear in everyone around him. You might think that was why Yoongi never stood out and always kept a low profile, making himself almost invisible although his features are the same as the king. They are different sides of the same coin and it always makes it impossible to forget that it’s his brother you are married to, not him. Sometimes, it’s like you are talking to Yoonsuk back when things were right but they are simply not the same person.

As you open the door, in the darkness, you can feel his presence. Then he makes two little rocks create a spark, illuminating his face the moment the oil lamp lights in front of him at the edge of the room before he walks around and lights all the lamps. 

Your sense of decorum triggers at his doing since these things are normally done by a maid. You've already been assisted at the King's bedroom, as if you were going to sleep in it. But the main reason you couldn’t call for help in your chambers is Yoongi’s presence in it. So you allow him to continue his work. 

When he approaches you with his outstanding attire and his confident walk grabbing you gently by the waist to kiss you, but you stop him putting your hand on his chest and tilting your head.

"Don't," you say, pulling away. He looks at you quizzically, his eyes digging into yours and the way your expression changes from one emotion to another. "I've just been with the king...". Even with your words, his attitude doesn't change and he kisses the top of your head.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says, grabbing your hand.

You two sneak through the back window of your quarters that leads to the back roof from where he has entered, under the pitch dark of the night without the moon. 

As you reach the lake after crossing the rooftops of the back walls surrounding the king's palace, you pull open your dress and walk naked towards the water. Its coldness soothes the hickeys and bruises the king had left. You can’t understand why there’s a part of you that still enjoys those moments with him, nor why he’s back and so needy of you after such a long period of absolute disinterest on the matter.

The unravelling sensation the king’s ministrations have on you still surprises you. The way his digits trace the curves of your body under the dim fire light as if he has never seen you naked before, still sends an expanding wave through your body. The way he looks at you when nobody sees and how in his coldness, there’s always a warmth in the way he gets in bed with you, still swells your heart somehow. 

The king has his ways, the gods know he does but even if he spends the whole night pushing himself in you deliciously, there’s nothing he could do to satisfy your need of love because your heart screams another man’s name. Even if the king is rough and you have stiffness in the morning, you still want to run to his brother, you still crave his embrace and the intimacy.

What is even more bothersome and the main reason your heart took a turn, is that good moments in the intimacy can’t make you forgive and forget. You can’t sit around comfortably while others pay for the consequences of his actions with their blood, sweat and tears. In that sense, he makes you want to kill him and you know you are not the only one with this thought.

You hear the steps that Yoongi takes at the shore, walking around, giving his back to you, respecting your privacy although he’s seen your body enough to know all your moles and you love the way he seems to worship the vision of your nakedness when you are alone. What you don’t know is that even if your body is marked, that’s not what concerns him at this very moment. Not even the possibility of getting caught. 

You walk out of the water to reach for him but before you do, his arm is extended backwards with a cloth and you take it.

“Why won’t you look at me?” you ask him, as you dry quickly.

“Has he hurt you?” he wonders. His voice was low, tension straining his chords. 

You can’t help but trace the bruises and hickeys on your throat. After all these years, he would start putting brands on you, now? Wasn’t it enough the fear man had to even look at your face as if you were going to turn them into solid rock statues. Wasn’t it enough that now he stuck his claim with brands? As if the two of you weren’t married already. As if someone would dare to break the law. As if someone could see under the neck of your hanbok.

“Has he?” he insisted. Voice growing lower, huskier, angrier.

“No! No, he hasn’t,” you say, hugging him from behind.

“I heard you hiss as you got in… I thought-. -" He turns around to look at you for a second then turns again, not wanting his voice to shatter at the thought of what the king had done to you. "Never mind." He muttered.

“He didn’t even mention it… He ignored it, somehow… but I can feel it in the gut,” you tell him as you grab your clothes and put them on again. “He knew something was up. That I was lying. I saw it in his eyes. He didn’t believe I was taking a walk. He just acted like he believed me, probably knowing that I had noticed he didn’t. But… I just can’t predict him anymore. I can’t even imagine what he would do if…” then something strikes you. “Maybe he knows but he doesn’t care.” the idea sounds truthful, even if the image of your body says otherwise. ‘Maybe it’s just his way of mocking your lover, because at the end of the day you are his…’ It just makes sense how his sense of humour has been lately. The huff coming from Yoongi’s lips says otherwise. "What is it?" you ask.

"I know him. If he knew… he would not only kill me but do it in a very painful way for everyone to watch…." His tongue plays next to his teeth as his mind works.

Meanwhile, the king has left his room and is now sitting in silence on his throne.

He felt you leave. As soon as you moved to stand, he woke up but faked being sound asleep. There was no way he could ignore when you abandoned his side. You are the only thing he cares about, but your attitude lately is making him doubt whether those feelings are being reciprocated anymore. 

There is a slight absence in you as he hovers over you, no matter how many kisses he spreads, no matter the hickeys, no matter how harsh he pushes inside of you to make you react. Whatever he gives, you take it, with a slight unenthusiasm that makes his heart howl in pain. 

In the last few times, you’ve seemed to put more effort into faking moans and it pains him even more. But tonight you have done something that froze the blood in his veins for a second and made it rush back, boiling. You’ve looked at him in a way he hasn't seen in months, after his coronation and his heart has melted at first but then you’ve looked surprised for a second and he’s noticed it gone. Then he realised that you were thinking about someone else. 

The flood of tears prickles from behind his eyes but he flickers his lashes making the wetness disappear. Then he stands, grabbing his sword, anger boiling in his veins as he throws the sheath away, making the sword cut the air over and over. He thinks deeply about the recent events, trying to figure out what he’ll do.

It isn’t the first time you left in the middle of the night but he wonders how long it has been going on before he noticed. That one time, four moons ago, when he went out of the room and you were still in the corridor to yours, so he didn't give it much thought. 

The next times the same thing happened and he started thinking you simply didn't want to sleep in the same room. The thought brought light on the possibility of another pregnancy but when another week passed and there wasn't an announcement from your part on the matter, he had to desist the thought. 

The next time it overcame with jealousy but when he busted into your room some time after you had sneaked out, you were simply sitting on the bed with papers all over. They turned out to be family letters that had ended up scattered on the floor, when in his relief he made love to you right there and then. That was the first time he noticed the lack of interest but thought you were probably tired.

He then forgot about the subject and let you do your thing on the nights. Until an incident happened a month ago. Someone had left a fire light too close to the sewing fabrics and the room had set on fire, but when the guards went to secure you, they didn't find you in your room.

For two hours there were no signs of your whereabouts. Then, you appeared on your own without any explanation, fresh like a rose, oblivious to anything that had happened. Only the king noticed the end of your hair was wet as you undid it. He understood you had bathed somewhere else instead of the bathtub next to the chambers but that wasn't the worrying thing. Besides from not being very queen-like behaviour, nothing else could be said about it. It was the amount of time you were away that troubled him. 

Two hours was way too much time to wash out in the cold waters of the lake, where he supposed you'd been, unguarded and alone. Two hours on your own where someone, most likely his brother who liked to take walks around it when he was at the palace, could be. Yoongi could have seen his naked queen. His queen. Yet he acted like nothing happened, he couldn’t blame you for your naive attitude or something he thought was an innocent act.

Today, he has finally seen things differently and it’s breaking him apart. He’s gone to your room to prove himself wrong but hasn’t found you there. Instead, you were walking on the rooftop from your window, fleeing from the palace to the lake as it seemed. With a male figure at that. He starts slicing the air even more violently and he hasn’t even bothered asking to get his hair done properly, although he had company, making him look like a heathen. 

His advisers can only observe the scene in pure fear, not daring to spill a word in order to avoid becoming the target of the king’s obvious rage. However, they know the only thing that calms him down is you and his sons but when they try to get the maids to find you, you aren’t there.

Your body is under Yoongi’s while he kisses you tenderly, caressing your chin with his thumb. His body is warm under his clothes but he doesn’t make any move to remove your hanbok. You know the bruises and hickeys are probably the reason for it, but any type of affection coming from him feels like heaven. His soft lips brushing yours, the taste, as the tip of his tongue brushes in between your lips makes you want to stay like this forever but a voice outside the door interrupts the loving moment.

“Sir, we’ve got a problem.” one of the advisers says, without entering.

“What is it, Park Yeon-nim?” Yoongi asks, standing and opening his window for you to leave. 

“The king is troubled and he’s acting… more…-” 

“-crazier than normal. Give me a minute.” Yoongi adds.

“The king also… He suggested we might find-I’m really sorry for these words but the king suggested we might find the queen here. She’s missing. Again.” the advisor says.

“What-?” Yoongi pronounces, rushing you through the window. You try your best to rush through the rooftop to your room as you hear Yeon speak.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Then you hear Yoongi’s door burst open and guards' footsteps entering the quarters. “The king has ordered us to check your room.”

You aren’t fast enough to jump into yours before one of the guards pokes his head out the window and sees you but that’s a minor problem when you find your husband sitting on your bed, facing the door and giving his back to you as you lean inside through the window. When you almost stumble entering he turns around and stands, tears clouding his eyes.

“My brother…” he pronounces with a husky tone. “Out of all the men that there are… my own brother…” he walked your way, grabbing your face with two hands, putting his forehead against yours. “Why did you do this to me?” Tears fell through his eyes on his cheeks as do yours, suddenly realising how foolish it was to think he wouldn’t find out or that he wouldn’t care. You just thought the only thing that might worry him is how you’ve dishonoured and betrayed him, more than hurt feelings. “I trusted you… over anyone… above all men… I love you… W-Why?” he struggled.

“I can barely recognise you…  The greed has poisoned you and…” you whisper. “Sometimes you scare me off. I just-You are not the man I married…” you continue, trying to calm the situation for everyone’s sake, especially for Yoongi’s. “I’m sorry.” 

“You will be.” his sobbing stops suddenly and he kisses your forehead before leaving the room. “Lock the windows and make sure she doesn’t get out.” you hear him order the guards. “Take my brother to the throne. He’ll see what it really means to be a king since he seems so eager to take my place.” As you hear his words, you fall to your knees and start crying desperately. Yoongi’s words about the consequences of your transgressions, pounded in your head.

Yoonsuk makes his way to the throne and sits down before they bring in Yoongi. He doesn’t even look at his brother as he stands there, right in front of him. He can’t. It hurts too much to let it go, but he doesn’t want to give in to the urge to take his sword and cut his brother’s head right there and there. He wants his brother to suffer and chew on the consequences of his betrayal with something that can hurt Yoongi just as much as he has hurt him.

“Everyone out.” the king says as he finally puts his eyes on his twin, who only returns the gaze once the door closes and they are alone, making the king smirk sarcastically. Yoongi was never really scared of him, he just had to play his part. “Well, little brother, that was something I didn’t expect from you. You, of all people-” The pain was about to show in his words but he thought better. “So, out of all the women that are around… You want to go and act like a man with my wife…” A mocking laughter escaped his lips. “But I know- I know that if we didn’t look alike she wouldn’t have even looked your way. No one has ever done it. So, thank you, brother, for covering up the space that I was leaving by, being busy ruling this country but I’m going to rescind your services.” He knows the group of people are still outside, listening to it all. From the last few months, he had the intuition that they could be plotting to replace him with his brother and that was the real reason why he marked his brother in the face when he could have had his brother whipped for all that mattered. Now he thinks maybe this was to turn you against him so they would have no opposition when it came to getting rid of him. He wants to think you’ve been played with just as much as he’s been. The idea that you deliberately decided it was okay to fall in love with someone else hurts him too much.

“You really can’t believe that, can you?” Yoongi wonders, smirking too. 

“Oh, wow… You’re going to talk back to me now. After what you’ve done?” the king replies, walking his way to his brother. 

“If you wanted me dead, I would be dead already,” Yoongi replies, expressionless.  

“You know me well brother,” he replies as they stand at the same height. “I just want you to answer me truthfully, little brother. Did you really sleep with her? I mean… You know what that is, right?” Yoonsuk asks, mockingly.

“...yes,” Yoongi replies, looking away for a second but then smirking.

“At least you have some shame on that,” Yoonsuk replies, the lava anger running through his veins as he imagines his brother on top of you. His will to fight and the urge to kill his brother himself growing stronger, finally making him rush to get the moment over with. “Do you love her…?” 

“Yes,” Yoongi replies, his eyes are suddenly wet and the worry for you shows in his demeanour. 

“Great.” The king replies, low, surprising his brother. “Then I’ll enjoy doing this,” he adds before taking a knife out of his hanbok, grabbing his brother’s bun and cutting it, then walks his way out of the room. “You’re banished brother,” he says, tilting his head. “Have a good night… and a good life.” he singsongs as he walks away, followed by his guards. Leaving everyone surprised. “I want him gone tonight. Give him a horse, escort him to the furthest town before the border and if he ever comes back, kill him,” he orders before walking back to your rooms, without even looking at how they pull his brother out of the throne room. Ignoring the silence his brother maintains as he is taken outside, ripped off his fancy clothes and given peasant ones before being taken out of the city. 

You don’t even get the chance to say goodbye, to see him leave or know what is happening to him until your husband enters the room and he takes his delicious time pacing around the palace before coming to you while reciting old rhymes. Letting you stir up and chew on the things he could do to his brother or you. When he finally comes in, he denies your first request to see your sons.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you are a good influence on them, after what you’ve been doing,” he replies, cruelly.

“Please…” you cry desperately. “It’s not their fault-”

“Are you afraid I will hurt them? Do you think I would hurt them!? To hurt… you?” he pronounces. Your silence is the answer he didn’t want to get and it pains him deeply, even more than the fact that you have slept with his brother. “They are my children, how could I-?” he takes a slow pause. “Because they are my sons, right?” he wonders, the sudden idea makes his heart convulse in pain. 

“Yes, they are yours for the gods. I-” you object staring at him. “We-It hasn’t been going on for long…” his eyes meet yours again, dark with fury. “We used to meet up to talk. I missed having someone to talk to and I knew I could trust him.” You then sit down on the bed and stare at him again. “Do you even want to know?” you wonder, surprised by how calmly he seems to be taking the whole thing.

“Yes, please. I’d like to know the reason you spread your legs for my brother, why you betrayed me,” he replies, taking a seat further away from you on the bed, sitting perfectly straight and expressionless, like a statue. 

“I-”

“Save yourself the apology. I don’t want to hear it. It will anger me more and I really don’t want to do something that I’ll regret later.” he explains. “Because I do love you and I don’t want to hurt you even after what you’ve done. Even with how much it hurts…” For a moment as you look at each other, you see the old him, the man you married. The man you loved. Love. 

“When you were crowned, something changed in you… I-I could barely recognise you and the more time it passed… Sug-ah… You’ve become so cruel… It scares me-” you stutter, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“So-This is my fault now!?” he points out with despair. “Your betrayal is my fault?”

“When you don’t know what to expect from a person and the only thing you see is that they are cruel… I guess fear turns into relentlessness-” he stares at you in silence and you can see the pain in his eyes. “We always have to find a way out. I…I didn’t just decide to do that for the sake of it or to hurt you. We just started meeting up, as I said, to speak. To let our minds out with someone we could trust and it was secret, of course, after what you did to his face. I missed him, you know. He had been my friend here in the palace until you decided to become a jealous freak.” you cried out. The way he arches his brow, makes you rethink if you are choosing the right words or if you should be speaking at all but the truth is that if you don’t let it out then, maybe you’ll never have another chance to speak your mind. “And the way you acted upon others… We-we were too scared to object to your doings or give you advice of any kind, just like everyone else. Then, since we spoke so much and you grew distant from me, every time more focused on the throne matters... Well, we grew apart and my heart started inclining towards him. Back then I fought it, fought the idea. I thought it was a horrible act because you were my love, my husband and my king. It was horrible to acknowledge that Yoongi-ssi had become something different in my heart and my love was divided.” You then take a moment, going down memory lane in your head. “But then, you and I grew even more apart. You would no longer visit me in my room, I had seen a woman flirt with you and heard the guards rumouring that you would be taking a concubine. It hurt so much-”

“It was a lie!” Yoonsuk objects, standing. “You think I wouldn’t have told you before I made a decision like that!? If I was inclined to another woman? Didn’t you have any faith left in me… as a man?” he asked you angrily.

“I didn’t know what to believe anymore… You have changed so much…” you mumbled. “I couldn’t be with a ghost anymore.”

“And that gave you the right to betray me,” he replies, sarcastically. You try to object but understand there is no point. 

“I didn’t mean to say that,” you argue.

“Haven’t you?” he wonders, furious.

“It just happened,” you conclude. 

“These things don’t only just happen. You have to be willing to let them happen. But I really don’t want to know more.” he concludes, cutting the last distance with you. “Listen carefully, from the time hence; you’ll behave like the queen you are. You’ll be constantly escorted by your waiting ladies and you won’t leave the palace,” he commands. “But right now, you’ll stay here between these four walls, guarded from sunrise to sunrise. And I won’t be visiting you as your husband until I’m sure that womb of yours is not carrying someone else’s seed,” he explains. 

“I don’t think he could get me p-.” your words stop there not really finding your guts to tell him the whereabouts of how you’ve been avoiding that pregnancy in those counted times. “What will happen if I am pregnant?” you wonder, since there still could be a chance. 

“There’s a good doctor, he might be able to take it down.” the idea horrifies you. “If not. I’ll kill you… myself.” he says before leaning and kissing your forehead. You can’t stop thinking if that has been your lover’s destiny. “And about my brother… I banished him. You won’t see him again and hopefully one day I’ll just forget that he existed or that he slept with my wife.” After those words, he storms out. 

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I really appreciate if you let me know if you liked it, either with a kudo or a comment. It encourages me to keep writing!

CRIMINAL SMIRK

💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Smut, Long time relationship AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1432

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut

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You were quietly sitting on his sofa as he kept on mixing on his board and computer, cursing low here and there. It still amazes you to see him work, hear the beats and music go through his headphones when he lowers them to tell you something. Always getting your full attention as he does so.

You heard the low and consistent beat, taking you out of your writing on the laptop, focusing your eyes on him. He hadn’t even turned around, just put them over his shoulders and exhaled extendedly. He was tired and frustrated, a combination you knew way too well. He turned, still not looking at you before raising his feline eyes.

“Could you leave me alone for a bit?” he asked, not surprising you. Knowing he wasn’t trying to be harsh or anything but that he really needed to be left alone. You closed your screen and picked up your laptop.

“No problem,” you told him. “Can I kiss you?” you wondered, eyes still on him. He put down his set and stood as a response.

When you got closer, you placed a hand on his nape and kissed him on the cheek at the opposite side before moving away to walk out. He stopped you by the wrist and pulled to peck you on the lips. But when he felt their warm texture, something in him raised and he gave in to a deeper kiss, parting your lips with his. He surprised himself by breathing erratically immediately. The days of isolation and hard work, starting to wreak havoc.

His taste and the way he was kissing you, how you felt his lower body press against yours, making your skin crawl and your stomach tense, had your legs weak at the knees. His passion soon led his lips to your neck and his body to push you in the sofa's direction again, his hands resting at your nape and lower back. His masculine scent filled the air as you took in the sight of his naked throat and clavicle, whilst his teeth nibbled at your throat.

He leaned you both on it. His body rests between your legs and over yours. Skin hungry of his ministrations when his hands moved to different horizons. One pulled the neck of your shirt to expose your shoulder and bite in it, while the other travelled down your knee to the convenience of your skirt.

You heard him huff a chuckle before he raised his face to yours with his gangster smirk, resting his upper weight on his forearm, looking down on you and sliding his other hand further underneath it to the italian lace underwear. He lowered his head, biting his lower lip, before looking at you again.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” he said, referring to the skirt. You swallowed and this time it was you who held your lower lip between your teeth and then smirked. As if it was true, as if it hadn’t been because it was new and you just couldn’t wait to put it on. He huffed a single chuckle. “Get ready then…” he said in his deepest tone, eliciting goosebumps from every place on your body.

Pulling down the waistband of your undergarments very slowly, he held his eyes on yours. The vandalic smile doing things to you that couldn't be put into words, but had an immediate bodily response that marked the fabric before he had fully separated it from your core. 

When he stood on his knees to get them completely off and saw the wetness in it, his smirk turned sharper and more lethal. He put the garment inside his pocket before his hands rested on your knees caressing his way to the back of your legs to pull them back up. He then lowered his upper body to lean and kiss one of them, while the other hand lowered to the back of your ass and squeezed it.

His lips trained down your body in soft wet kisses, until he reached the last strip of flesh before your groin. He nibbled, making you gasp.

His mouth was soon over your mound, making your hands close over the side and upper edges of the sofa. He kissed over your clit before pressing his tongue into it, making you whimper. His smirk, obvious against your lips before his tongue took possession of your very being. Flicking it with the right strength to make you moan loudly and send one hand to entangle in his orange hair. 

As he coaxed your orgasm, your moans almost turned into cries. The way he changed his pace suddenly and flicked in a different direction, making you find the edge and fall. Moaning highly, the orgasm hit you unparalleled as he kept his tongue technology going through it and gave a single lick on your entrance to taste what he'd provoked. 

When he stood on his knees again, he put his hands on your thighs and caressed them up and down, letting you catch your breath for a moment. But even with the satisfaction, you craved him deep. You craved the hot and hard shaft you could see drawing through his sweatpants. He chuckled to the way your eyes lingered over his lower body.

He looked at the door for a second, making sure the key was still there, that he had closed it. Then he slowly leaned over you.

"You are glowing," he whispered in your ear before kissing the juncture of your jaw and throat. 

"You make me," you replied, resting your hands on his neck. His, making your arms go around his shoulders as he moved to kiss you. You didn't hesitate to accept it, even when you could taste yourself a little. 

His tongue is your condemnation, no matter where he puts it. He made it dance with yours inside your mouth, until you moaned with the need for more. 

He didn't doubt to oblige, skillfully pulling down his pants while separating his lips just a little. Then retaking your mouth with a slow and careful kiss, while his concentration focused on leading his naked core through your entrance; slow and thoughtful with his movements. The moisture of your slick and how hot his handness felt sliding in, made you squirm. 

It had been too many days without having him. The kisses held between you, had turned into a prickling torture that you couldn't get relief from but you kept it cool for him to be focused on his work. 

He was too needy too. His shaft twitched twice as he penetrated you and he had to hold steady once he reached your end. Nose against nose, he moved while pressing his teeth together, before putting forehead against forehead. A low grunt escaping his throat through his nostrils, making you clench.

"Fuck…" he muttered. 

"It's okay, daddy. I got mine, you get yours. It's fair." you whispered against his mouth. He hesitated but you raised your hips encouraging him. 

Kissing you again, one of his hands took position on your hip, while the other kept holding his weight to not crush you. 

The pace was slow and measured, making love to you at the beginning. Cherishing you while gathering some composure for himself. Kissing your cheeks and nose on his way. 

When he felt his release back off, things took a twist. He allowed his upper body over yours, still slightly holding his weight, your chin resting on his shoulder as he pushed deeper. His hips rocking against yours, allowing zero openings, lethal. He kissed your head on the side, one last reminder of his care for you before his needs took over. 

His pace started quickening to the point of turning your moans into a single melody beheld between thrusts. A wild orgasm hitting you as he moved, making you cry his name and making him lose his pace for a second, feeling your walls pulsate and close around his shaft. Before resuming the pace and spilling white ropes of his essence, coating your walls, with sets of low groans. The twitches of his shaft, making you feel a strange pride.

Spent, you both stayed in that position. He kissed your cheek repeatedly while caressing your thighs and waist. You noticed him lingering on the touches, nuzzling over the skin of your throat, lengthening the moment. 

"I love you too." you whispered and felt his smile against your throat.

"I love you." he then mumbled with that low tone again, erupting your skin in emotional goosebumps.

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💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff 

✏️Rating: PG-18

📝Word count: 3493

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

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The hot breeze makes its way through again as you fan yourself, and you take a shallow breath, already done with the weather. Although the shade of the trees next to the lake protects you from the sun's merciless rays, the heat is in the air like a furnace. Inside the palace's walls, the rooms are more chill and there's barely anyone outside who knows any better but you find yourself coming here every day, today too, regardless of the temperature, looking at the water's reflection mirage. The same your memories have seemed to turn into.

One of your ladies-in-waiting comes over with a servant to take the task, apologetically, having missed your leave, now that you can roam around almost freely. She's genuine, new, but growing fond of you by the day. The other ladies, full grown women, and some already married, seem to find her endearing, although they scold her into learning the manners of her status. You know the oldest, the prime minister's wife, has to have sent her after you when she went to the sewing room without you.

A little scrunch marks your nose as you give her a naughty expression and she looks at you with her doe eyes. She definitely takes after her brother and you can't avoid smiling at the thought. Far too early to tell but you are sure she'll have lots of suitors when she comes of age. Boys already look at her, taken by her beauty.

Unable to stand the heat any longer, despite the servant's efforts to make wind around you, you stand, startling the youngster slightly. The image of the water had her captivated as much as it did you; just for very different reasons.

You motherly caress your slightly swollen tummy over the white and red hanbok again, uneasy now that you are on your feet. But it's starting to become a common thing as the days go by. This pregnancy feels different, you feel like your belly has started to swell too early. Everything feels odd around it but you can't really place why.

The walk back to the centre of the palace is quiet, as servants surround you to cover your head with an umbrella and fan you from different directions. You enter the rectangular patio leading to the throne room and walk inside as the guards on sight open the door for you.

Yoonsuk raises his eyes from the scripts and stands at your sight, your two boys run to you from their place next to him where they are being taught some of their ancestor's history by their tutor. Although you know they are smart, Yoonguk, who is only three, is probably not learning much in this class. However, Yoonhyung, at the age of six is already able to write in Hangul the simplicity of thoughts he can have at his age. You are proud of them, such good and well-behaved kids deserve it.

"How is the little one behaving?" Yoonsuk wonders, approaching as you do, leaving your ladies at the other side of the open door, as they to the kong. "Ladies, you may retire, thank you. Kim Namjoon-nim, you shall continue the lessons in the library. The Queen and I have matters to attend." he orders as you stand from hugging your sons and the tutor politely bows to the both of you before leaving with the two beautiful boys. The guards close the door and you hear the metallic sound of their spears as they get in front of it.

The King hugs you from behind, breathing on your neck. "I've been sweating a little bit, dear husband. You may not wish to do that," you warn him, caressing his hands over your stomach.

"Nonsense," he says, kissing at the crook of your neck, leaving a soft bite that makes you turn around. "Guards! Make sure we are not disturbed!" he orders before pushing you by the same shoulder down; a nonverbal order you know way too well now. He seems to get off on the fact that you do it in this room, somehow. You reach into his pants to free his shaft, stroking him when it springs out. "I don't fancy you doing that now, get on your back," he says, grabbing your wrist and not letting it go as he gets on his knees, kissing you as you obey.

His hand sneaks under the hem of your skirt until he places it over your stomach, able to see the little swelling on your belly. He caresses the area that he can only watch with pride. "This is the last time I'll ask you to do this here. It has been fun but I owe you the comfort of our bed now that you carry for me again," he says as he lowers the fabric creating a cushioned form covering your stomach before his thumb circles on your bud. "You've been so obedient these last couple of months … Being my beloved wife, my queen… my lover… my concubine… So obedient, yes." The rubbing is the only one to blame for the way you start to get wet since the words only imply his ratification of his ownership over you. "My love," he whispers as he leans over, fingers working into sliding slowly into your depths.

You remembered that was exactly how you conceived the new crown prince or princess. Just like this, he leaned with his body over yours pulling out his fingers and pushing himself slowly in, as he had the habit of. It was never a warranty of him being soft or gentle, just that he didn't want to hurt you.

When he slid in, you wrapped your legs around his waist raising your hips as he thrust in you carefully, you felt his weight and warmth. That time he leaned over your body completely, now he’s careful and uses his elbows to make sure he doesn’t crush you. He feels good inside of you and although you had been stepping away from him emotionally before your affair was broken, now you feel even more conflicted than before.

He ignored you for the length of seven weeks, or mostly so since he would still sit down to eat with you. The bedroom was your prison, feeling the coldness of the bedsheets as he wouldn’t even step foot inside the four walls.

He spoke to you in short sentences and didn’t share any information with you as he used to. You felt for the first time, despite how he had been so sexually inactive months before, how it must have felt to be in an arranged marriage in which your husband didn’t want you. Missing the comfort of Yoongi’s words and love, drove you insane. You had never felt so lonely, even with the company of your ladies.

After that period, when the doctor corroborated that there was no pregnancy since you had bled twice. He had shooed your ladies out of the room, he had ripped your clothes and fed with your body his lust.

He made you moan and cry in all the ways he had learnt to love you for the previous seven years. All, while muttering all the changes that would be made in your lives to sort whatever had been breaking your marriage in the first place. Followed by a death threat on any chance you could take to have a lover again, right after he had spurted his seed inside of you, with the first lights of the sun turning the sky purple.

Since then, and without chances to know if Yoongi was alright or even breathing, you adapted and assumed your destiny. Yoonsuk is right, you are the perfect wife, even if you miss Yoongi. Even on the nights, you don’t share a bed with your husband, you cry in silence for the sorrow of losing him.

“Your Majesty!” shouts one of the servants at the other side of the door when Yoonsuk tries to angle better and starts hitting your sweet spot, making you moan against his collarbone, at the same time eliciting a grunt from him.

“How do you dare to disturb me!” growls Yoonsuk, before rising on his thighs and putting your knees against his chest, closing your legs and angling in a way that makes you have to muffle your sounds with your sleeve.

“Your Majesty, it’s important!” says the servant with a cracked voice.

“Speak!” Yoonsuk growls as you get closer to your orgasm. He forgets your knees raising you by the hips, still thrusting, raising your lower back from the floor.

“Your Majesty. There’s a group of bandits making their way down to the capital… But… But they-” the servant doubts to speak.

“They- what?” he growls once more giving the last thrust that sends you over the edge with the muffled sound of a scream against his palm.

“They are raising a rebellion, Your Majesty…” the man says and you can hear the tremble of his voice through the sense of your own body shattering, making it stop suddenly.

You feel Yoonsuk start to soften while he clenches his jaw, eyes locked on the door. He lets you down carefully and arranges your skirt before putting his wet member back inside his slacks. He stands and helps you up gently before holding you in a hug, kissing your forehead and you surround his well-formed abdomen with your arms.

"Tell the councillors to come here. We'll discuss this," orders Yoonsuk. "Take a seat with me, my queen," he offers, pointing with his hand to his throne where there's another one slightly lower for you.

You walk your way to it while correcting your hanbok, and as you sit down you feel your own drip staining the inner layer of it. Which makes you shift in your seat a second enough for Yoonsuk to guess why and smirk at you as he sits too.

“I’m not done-” he says facing the other extreme of the room but side eyeing you.

“I know. After this, in my room?” you question, tilting your head his way, but then he tilts his to look at you.

“My room. Tonight,” he says and you suddenly feel a weight lift from your chest, although you hadn’t realised it was there at all.

Being truthful to yourself and stopping to excuse his behaviour, he’s been truly using you when it comes to that matter. He has been taking you anywhere, any time, for the last three months, like a haunt does a bitch and you have let him. Yoonsuk is a generous lover and sleeping with him isn't a sacrifice, but the humiliation of being treated like that has probably been something you’ve taken for the sake of repaying for his damaged pride. Maybe because you know the consequences of your transgressions, your betrayal, should have ended with your two sons being motherless. Instead, your husband whom everyone, including you, thought crazy; gave you a second chance and has used your body to show you where you belong; at his side, like it always was. You feel like even if your inner self has wanted to tell him otherwise at the beginning, your acceptance has made things easier for everyone.

Those two sentences, what he’s said right before taking you on the floor of the room that represents his power, means he’s finally moved past your punishment and you two are one again. The image of Yoongi looking at you with his smile hits you for a moment and you have to push him away once more, not without your feelings betraying you in the form of a tear falling over your left cheek.

“Does that make you happy?” wonders Yoonsuk, tilting his head to look at you again as the guards open the door and you dry off the tear.

“Thank you,” you whisper and you feel the bile rise in your throat, from your lie. You don’t feel thankful, that's not it. Internally, you still wish you could get out and find your way back to Yoongi but there’s simply nothing you can do to change your circumstances. You see he’s raised his eyebrows in surprise and presents you a gummy smile, a second after, when you look at him from your position. Something in his smile makes your stomach bubble and you feel the butterflies of the love you thought lost.

Maybe you should really, truly, accept that this is your life now. That you can still love the man you used to, even if he’s a monster. What else is there for you to do?

When the ministers and counsellors take their places, some look at you, though just a second. You know it's a second guess to having seen you as they entered, probably surprised.

Your affair was shut down to anyone who had knowledge of what was going on that night. The fear of the king is bigger than their need to gossip. But the lack of your presence in the throne chambers and the lack of either of you visiting your sleeping ones soon raised discomfort.

What in the past was looked forward to; the king losing interest in you (in order to gain favour through their daughters becoming the king's concubines), was now feared.

Taehyung, the prime minister and long-time friend, had openly asked his wife about the matter. She dared then to translate the discomfort everyone who was highborn had with the events, but you were unable to answer. Feeling shame for the first time.

However, the king waited, not taking anyone publicly to his bed. The idea he could mortified you so much, that you dared to speak it out loud during one dinner, where you ate alone.

Aware of your appetite's lack of appearance while the matter rounded your head, the king spoke: "Is that all you are going to eat?" his eyes were on you like daggers. Four weeks into his distancing could mean this was the first sign of you carrying what he was sure would be his brother’s child, not his. Although he had slept with you too. "Not feeling your appetite I see," he mentioned taking a sip of his drink, "feeling nauseous maybe?" The vile raised in his throat as much as it did in yours.

"I have things on my mind. That is all," you said, not daring to keep your eyes on him longer than to acknowledge what he was starting at.

"And what is that then?" he questioned, placing the cup over the table with a clang. If he thought you were missing or even thinking about Yoongi his blood would boil immediately.

You dared to stare at him longer, after watching the motion and he raised an eyebrow, "what do you care?" you hissed. The solitude was finally weighing on you and your well-hidden resentment towards your husband decided to show.

"What do I care?" he chuckled humourlessly. "What about my wife, the mother of my children, who I have loved dearly, yet decided to betray me but still has her head? What about that?" he pointed, slamming his palm over the table, standing.

"How fair is that when you can go around court sleeping, unpunished, with everyone's daughters or wives?" you muttered, vile in your words. "And I, just the wife, have to look away."

His eyes were bulged and his lips parted too, then his face composed as he gripped one edge of the table. His eyes showed lust. "Is that jealousy?" he asked with what seemed like a purr, you got flustered. "So it is true. You did it because..." his eyes bulged again, "you thought I was sleeping with another," he instinctively surrounded the table when you looked away. There was a partial truth to it, just as you confesed the night you got caught, though you don't know if it was just what gave you the courage. Would you have done that if you never suspected him? Or was it truly because he was making you grow distant in the heart through his actions? Or both? He kneeled next to you and grabbed your chin for you to look at him. "As I already told you, I never did. Not once." His face was the one of the man you bowed to spend your eternity with, sincere but also hurt, staring at you, the woman he loved and a tear rolled down to soon be followed.

His lips were on yours, forgiving, loving, intense, and soon your back was against the cushions you were sitting in. He was feeling you against his body differently, unguided by lust but tenderness, yet you could feel him hard against your thigh.

Soon the kiss escalated and he was breathlessly trying to remove his clothes and yours, unorganised, a knot from you, then his, a naked shoulder, a raised layer of your skirt, then he seemed to look at the moon through the window and think, stopping abruptly. He then separated from you and put everything in your clothes back into place, doing the same with his before going back to his seat to eat in silence. Leaving you completely stunned. You didn't, however, dare to ask why and somewhere between hurt and horny, you stood to leave the room. He didn't say a thing or looked at you.

He kept even more distance after that and with that prospect, you were sure he would never take you back as his wife. That you had even given him the idea of taking concubines to hurt you, which froze any hopes you had to have at least some sort of comfort at his side.

Then a second period came and the doctor discreetly notified you and him that would ensure there wasn’t a baby to be expected. Yoonsuk nodded and dismissed him.

He then grabbed your head softly and planted a kiss on your forehead, "Thank the goods," he whispered and then walked out of the room. In the days following, you caught him staring at you constantly when you shared the same rooms or came across at the patios. So did the whole court, like the prime minister confided in his wife.

After that week, in the afternoon, before the sunset, your husband, the king, walked his way to your rooms with his servants at his talons. With everyone at court that day seeing it. Then you got to know and understand the truth.

He placed a hand over your belly in his bliss and pronounced, "I'm sure my seeds will flourish soon," with a smile as he looked at the moon again, almost full, and you could only stare at him. "It has worked twice," he added, kissing your forehead. Your eyes bulged as he looked at you from above. "If I had slept with you the other day, a month ago… I wouldn't have trusted anything growing in you," he muttered, sincerely.

Your new baby was indeed conceived in that moment although you hoped it didn’t. Not after the things he had muttered between growls.

"I'll kill any man who dares be less than two feet away from you."

The voices around you seem to quite abruptly and your husband's hand on your arm sends you back to reality. You realise everyone is looking at you, and meet his eyes.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asks, worried in his tone.

"Uh? Oh, no, no, I'm all right. What were you asking?" you respond, having overheard the punishment for following the bandits should be thirty whips at the centre of the traitor's town, to make an example.

"I asked if you needed anything?" He keeps his tone low, only for you to hear and the others keep their respectful silence. "The prime minister eloquently pointed out that you look affected by the heat. Do you need something to drink or eat?"

"Just a fan and some water." he gestured for one of the servants waiting against one of the columns to approach and gave the order.

"Let's continue."

"If I may," asked Chancellor Jung Hoseok. The King nodded for him to speak. "I know maybe now won't be the best time but reducing the taxes and making things a little less tight has always worked to keep the people content and loyal… Maybe we can prom-"

"Your Majesty," interrupted the chancellor's words as Captain Kim Seokjin rushed into the room and bowed humbly.

"What is it, Seokjin-ssi?" Yoonsuk speaks with more patience than he shows to any of the others.

"I have news of who is leading the rebellion." You can automatically tell Seokjin doesn't want to say it, that it's going to anger the king.

"Go on."

"It's the traitor, Min Yoongi, Your Majesty," Seokjin says, looking at the floor instead of the monarch, probably as scared as anyone else.

The whole room gasps, including you, and you can feel the eyes of your sovereign on you.

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“You fear me because you know the kind of tyrant that you are. I am only your shadow because you chased me from the light. But I will be your shadow no longer. The finest sword in all the land is only as great as the hand that wields it.”

Fandom: BTS Genre: Historical Time-Slip!AU Fandom Work: “Shadow’s Birthright” by Admin E of The BiasRekkers

COMING SOON!

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 00: Prologue

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,128

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​

AN: I’ve teased you all enough with this. I’ve been doing it since Yoongi dropped that damn MV (you all know it by now, don’t act like you don’t). And now here we are. Me. Again. Teasing you with a prologue. But it will be worth the wait, my loves. It will be worth the torture that I am about to put you all through. Because it’s a story I think needs to be told. I know I’ve seen some one-shots out there, and while that’s great, I want to put my Korean History knowledge through the ringer and really put you guys on a roller coaster. If you love this story, show it love. I’m writing this because it’s a story featuring a subject I’m passionate about and one that I will put all of my heart and soul into. Just like with Make It Right. So I present to you the start of this journey, this trilogy series (yes, I said it) full of heartbreak, magic and love.

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe. 

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“The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.” - Dante Alighieri - The Divine Comedy

Thunder rumbled across the skies as a pained scream tore through the night. 

Hurried footsteps echoed through the palace halls as maid servants and eunuchs piddled about. Some carried brass basins full of water, others had armfuls of fresh linens. Royal physicians moved in and out of the White Lily Pavilion, urgency in their steps, and everyone was talking at once.

“The water isn’t hot enough!”

“Are those fresh linens?”

“The tonic is almost ready!”

“She’s sweating far too much!”

“We need another pillow!”

“Her legs are swollen. We need cold compresses!”

“Elevate them for now!”

“Her Majesty needs some water!”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from one of the maidservants as an approaching eunuch appeared, followed by a small entourage of soldiers, eunuchs and handmaidens. She stumbled forward when another servant ran into her back, nearly knocking the fresh basin of water from her hands.

“His Majesty, The King, has arrived!”

Those who were able to, prostrated themselves before the king immediately. He wore deep crimson robes with golden dragons embroidered on the sleeves and chest. The topknot was held together with a golden ornament that resembled flames - a dragon pin pushed through to hold the item in place. His eyes were wide, full of concern, and burned a rich umber that was reflected from the crack of lightning that lit up the sky.

“How is she?” he asked as the royal physician approached, wringing his hands clean of blood. “It’s been hours!”

The Royal Physician sighed, sweat beading out over his forehead and nose. “It is a difficult labor, Your Majesty. Truthfully, I’m worried about Her Majesty’s safety.”

The King glared at him, causing the doctor to flinch slightly. “If she dies, I will have your head. Do you understand?”

The physician bowed deeply, as did his assistants. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to ensure that the Queen has a healthy delivery.”

Suddenly, one of the maid servants appeared, a smile on her face. “The baby is breaching, Sir!”

The Royal Physician made haste, following after the servant and back into the pavilion. The King watched, his hands locked together as he began to silently pray for the safety of both his Queen and his child. His eunuch and bodyguard sidled up on either side of him, whispering encouraging words to help ease his anxieties. 

After what felt like hours of listening to the doctors and servants yelling encouraging words to the Queen, a shrill yell of agony broke through the night. On the tail end of the scream, a baby’s cry could be heard. The King felt his legs give way and he was held up by his attendants as he laughed in relief. But just before he was allowed to enter his Queen’s chamber, he heard something concerning.

“My Lord! Another one! Another child is pushing through!”

“What?!” the physician yelled, confused. This concerned the King, but since the Queen was still in labor, he was not granted entrance into her chambers. “Bring more linens and fetch Her Majesty’s tonic! Hurry!”

More urging words were given to the Queen as she continued her labor. The tension was so thick in the air that it could be sliced completely in half with a sword. Every so often, an attendant would tap at the sweat collecting on the King’s brow and temple. The storm that threatened to rain down on them continued to make itself known until another young voice pierced through the sky.

The King didn’t bother halting his steps as he all but ran toward the entrance of the Lily Pavilion. He kicked off his boots and his sock-clad feet thundered against the polished wood flooring. Two servants quickly slid the doors open to allow the King to enter the Queen’s chambers. His haggard breathing escalated when he saw his Queen’s complexion was even paler than when he’d last seen her. The servants and physicians quickly moved aside to allow the King to situate himself at her bedside. 

“Choon-jung,” he whispered, his hands immediately moving to grasp her own as she reached out to him, “you did very well.”

Tears leaked from her eyes as she smiled weakly up at him. “Cheon-ha,” she managed to croak out, her dark bangs clinging to the sweat on her forehead and cheeks, “forgive your servant for her lack of grace.”

“Nonsense.” He stroked her cheek with as much affection as he could without allowing his emotions to overcome him. “You must rest now, my Queen. It has been a long night.”

“Your grace is immeasurable.” Again, she smiled. For a moment, all they did was look at each other. Finally, she huffed out a breath and craned her neck in different directions. “The Royal Physician?”

“I believe he went to go fetch your tonic, my Queen.” The King watched her nod again. Just as he was about to speak, two maidservants appeared. Each of them were holding thick silk blankets; one gold and the other emerald green. The King’s happy mood slowly grew dour. “Are they princes or princesses?”

The two servants seemed to sense the tone shift in The King’s expression and voice. They both looked at one another before lowering their heads solemnly. When he slammed his hand on the floor, they immediately fell to their knees while cradling the children and prostrating themselves at the Queen’s bedside.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty!”

“My King,” called his Queen, attempting to soothe his ire, “please, you must remain calm.”

“Are they princes or princesses?” He asked the question again through clenched teeth. He would not ask a third time. 

One servant lifted her head to meet the King’s harsh gaze, gasping and then dipping it back down again. “F-Forgive your servant’s insolence, Your Majesty,” she stammered, clinging to the emerald blanket for what he could only assume was out of comfort, “they are both healthy princes.”

“Dojin-ah,” the King called, his hand already extended out in waiting. His bodyguard approached and placed a small dagger in the King’s palm. The two servants huddled even closer together as the King stood. “Which of the princes was born first?”

The Queen sat up fully, arms flying outward to cling to the lower half of the King’s robes. “Cheon-ha! I beg you to show mercy!” She tightened her grip on the silk fabric and he could only flash a pained expression as he stared into her fearful eyes. “They are your sons, My King!”

“You know that I cannot do that, Choon-jung,” he replied softly, his brows furrowing, “twin sons will only create turmoil in the Royal court. I do not want my sons fighting over the throne in the future. Nor will I have them be used as tools by any of the noble factions to obtain more power for themselves.” 

Tears spilled from the Queen’s eyes and her hands slowly slid from his robes. He knew that she couldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t her place, and even if it were, she had no counterargument to dissuade him with. Reaching down to stroke her cheek, he gave her a silent apology with a mere look. He slowly unsheathed the dagger, his gaze hardening as he looked back at the two maidservants. 

“Which of the princes was born first?” he asked again, pointing the tip of the dagger in their direction. “Do not lie to me or I will take your lives from you. Do you understand?”

The girl holding the golden blanket shuffled forward on her knees, holding the child swaddled inside out to the King. “This is the first-born prince, Your Majesty.”

He hummed, turning to face the servant holding the emerald blanket. “Give me the child.” Her head shot up and she turned a frightful gaze to the Queen. For a while, all the Queen could do was avert her gaze. “NOW!” The King’s booming voice shook the young servant girl from her frozen state and she slowly stood to approach the King.

When the child was placed into his arms, the King looked down at the young prince. His hair was jet black and his complexion was a bit red from having been brought into the world finally. The child fought sleep for a few seconds before he blinked up a set of dark, curious eyes at him. The King’s heart skipped a beat when the child sputtered a tiny giggle and smiled at him. 

For a moment, the King of Joseon believed he would not be able to do this.

Before he could stop her, the Queen was up on her feet and wrenched the child from his grasp. She stumbled backwards, landing hard on her bedding. Her hair and robes were completely disheveled and her servants were immediately at her side as they began to straighten her appearance as best they could. Clinging to the child, she glared harshly up at the King.

He sighed. “Choon-jung,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing, “do not do this.”

“I cannot let you kill him!” She pulled the baby up to her cheek and buried her face into the blanket, sobbing openly into it. “I will not let you do it!”

The King hated seeing his beloved Queen in this state. For as long as they’d been married, before he’d even been crowned King of Joseon, he simply wanted to live a fulfilling life with his wife. They’d tried many times over the years to bear children, but to no avail. And now, when they were finally granted a miracle from the Heavens, they were instead cursed with two sons. 

He’d never wished for the twins to have been princesses more than in that very moment.

Again, the Queen reached out to cling at his robes. He knew that she was desperate and he wanted nothing more than to grant her every wish she desired. But bloodshed often ran rampant in the palace. It took place when he was a child many years ago. He didn’t want that life for his sons. 

“Please, My King! If you must deny this child’s existence, then send him away!” Seeing her tear-stained cheeks upset him and he slowly lowered himself down to her. “Please don’t kill our son. I’m begging you!”

For a long moment, no one said anything. The only sounds that could be heard were the tiny coughs and sleepy sneezes of his sons. Finally, he sighed and lowered the dagger at his side. He could not win against her.

“Very well,” he said, causing her to release another sob; this time from relief. 

His bodyguard, Dojin, was about to retrieve the dagger. But before he could get his hands on it, the King shot his arm out to snatch his son out of the Queen’s arms. Before she could stop him, the King brought the dagger’s blade down on the child’s face. Blood wept from the right cheek and the infant screamed in pain. The Queen’s own screams intermingled with the noise and while it hurt his heart to do this, he knew that it had to be done. 

He rose to his feet, handing both the dagger and the child to Dojin. “Take him, Dojin-ah. Take him and leave the Capital at once.” His bodyguard blinked, holding the child close to his chest. “You are not allowed to return unless summoned. Do you understand?”

Dojin’s lips parted slightly. “B-But Your Majesty…” 

“He is your son now, Dojin-ah.” Reaching into the sleeve of his robe, he pulled out hiding inside of his palm and shoved it into the silk belt wrapped around Dojin’s waist. “When the time comes, give this to him. You will know when.”

He watched his bodyguard and dearest friend frown. “Your Majesty…”

“This is my decree.” The King placed his hands on Dojin’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Go. Go now!”

He watched Dojin lower his head sharply and then hastily made his retreat just as the Royal Physician returned. He looked over his shoulder curiously and the King quickly swept his arm out across his body. “The Queen only gave birth to one son. That is what the entire Kingdom will know from this day forward.” His eyes narrowed as the servants and physicians all looked between each other. “If I so much as hear a whisper of anything else within these palace halls, I will bathe the royal gardens with your blood.”

Sharp gasps and hushed whispers were thrown between everyone. The King stomped his foot, commanding for silence. “Am I making myself clear?!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” All the servants lowered themselves, their heads bowed deeply to hide their faces. “Your grace is immeasurable!”

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 02: World Change

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, eventual smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,297

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​, @vivpurple7​, @happilystrongthroughthedark​, @sw33tnight​, @nikkitane​,

AN: I hope everyone is enjoying the series so far. I know I’m getting these chapters out slowly, but I am also updating multiple fics at a time (as I’m sure you’re all aware). Please be patient with me. It will be worth the wait, I promise! If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 03: Dark Passions

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Additional Warnings: Oral (female receiving), heavy teasing, internal possession, body worship

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 4,869

Tag List: @luxekook​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @stillcopingxx​, @taevkimchi​, @aroseforyoongi​, @vivpurple7​, @happilystrongthroughthedark​, @sw33tnight​, @nikkitane​, @mini-coop25​

AN: And we have the smuts finally. Woo. I did it early this time, guys. Again, I just want to let everyone know that this series is going to be updated slowly. Like, one chapter a week. So just be patient with me. I promise you that it will be worth the wait. If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.” - Oscar Wilde

Kali sighed as she watched the moon slowly rise over the mountain peaks. The world was still and quiet, the occasional chirp of the cicada barely audible in the silence that blanketed over everything. Turning her head slightly, she smiled as she watched Yoongi sleep. It took a bit longer than she might have wanted, but with the aid of a sleeping draught, he finally relaxed and allowed her to tuck him into his bedroll. 

San slept faithfully at its master’s feet, his large head lifting when he heard Kali move to stand. The wolf started to get up, but she placed her hand out and shook her head. The wolf yawned and shook its upper body before settling back comfortably on the floor. She bent down to pet the wolf’s head between his ears and smiled when one of his ears flicked at the touch. 

Scooping up her satchel, she reached inside and pulled out several books. Setting them on a nearby shelf, Kali made sure the letter was nestled between the pages of the book on top. After ascertaining that the two of them were sound asleep, Kali pressed herself out of the humble mountain home and stepped out onto the cool night air. 

“I’m sure he will be seeking me out soon,” she murmured, gripping the strap of her satchel in one hand as she lifted her face toward the sky, “the tiger will bare his fangs if I do not answer his summons.”

With a wave of her hand, the space in front of Kali rippled. The trees, grass, and fireflies all blurred and tilted in motion. Finally, a dark hole appeared and she stepped through the portal. Once inside, a swirling galaxy of stars and light appeared around her. The large expanse of the void rippled with each step she took. Many voices careened at her body from every direction, causing her heartbeat to elevate with each second she was inside of that dimension. 

Another portal opened in front of her after walking several meters. Without blinking, Kali passed through the large black opening. When she reappeared, she was back in her own personal quarters in her home just outside of the Crown City. Sighing, she took a quick look over herself in her vanity’s mirror. Her satchel barely touched the ground just as a loud knock echoed from outside. 

Kali had no servants. She had no need for them. Despite a certain royal’s persistence, she refused to have any attendants that could possibly spy on her during her ritual prayers or when she crossed into The Veil. Joseon was still a skeptical nation and its people were quick to yell “heresy”, even without all the information. Being branded a foreign devil, the last thing Kali wanted was anyone being able to prove just how much power simmered beneath her fingertips. 

Adjusting the front of her robes, she retreated from her chambers and out to the main courtyard. Her estate was small in comparison to most noble households, but the King spared no expense when it came to her comfort. Her biggest budget crusher was her personal garden that was full of plants of different varieties to help with her potions. Kali took a moment to survey her plants, despite the heavy persistent knocking rattling the large wooden gate to her estate. She was in no hurry to answer since she already knew who was on the other side.

She managed to clip a few sprigs of tea leaves and some Nightshade before the erratic knocking began to grate on her nerves. Placing the items into the leather pouch that swung from her hip, she approached the gate and slid the large wooden bracer ff the panels. Shoving the wooden gate hard, it swung out loudly and knocked into the person on the other side hard enough for them to fall on their backside. He looked up, perplexed, as she scowled down at him, biting back an irritated snarl. 

“Persistence is only a virtue in some religions, Sir,” she said, her tone even, “patience is a virtue every child of man should learn to embrace.”

The young man scrambled to his feet, dusting off his clothing as he readjusted the hat on his head. “F-Forgive me, Lady Shuri!” He quickly bowed his head, apologies tumbling from his lips, before he reached to his side and pulled out the messenger cylinder hanging from his shoulders. He hurriedly untwisted the cap, pulling out the rolled up piece of paper inside. With his head bowed, he handed it to her. 

Unfurling it slowly, her eyes scanned over the elegant brush strokes that belonged to the Crown Prince. He was asking for, as she knew he would. Wishing for his fortune to be read was simply a ruse. It always was. What he longed for was something that she could happily give to him. As a subject of Joseon, even as a foreigner, it was her duty to give into his desires. It was the one thing she could do to help tampen the madness that was already starting to brew inside of him. 

She couldn’t deny him, even if she wanted to.

Folding the note away, she slipped it into the sleeve of her robe. “I will be there as His Highness wishes,” Kali replied, already moving back into her estate. 

“B-But, My Lady...His Highness, the Crown Prince, said that I should escort you personally.”

She glanced at the messenger over her shoulder, cutting her eyes at him. All he could do was stand frozen in terror before a dark smile spread over her full lips. “His Highness will receive me when I am ready to be received. He knows I have been traveling and need to change.” Kali began closing the gate. “I will see him soon.”

The messenger swallowed the lump in his throat, fearing more for his life than for the lack of her presence accompanying him on the way back to the palace. But if he was smart, he would relay her words exactly as she said them to the Crown Prince. He would know the meaning behind them and he would be patient for her. Otherwise there was no meaning or value to their relationship in the first place.

Pulling the pin from her hair, her dark tresses fell about her neck and shoulders as she entered her manor. It wouldn’t take her long to gather up the herbs and oils needed for a nice soak in the bath. As for her clothing choice, Kali knew she would have to pick something shimmery but tasteful. 

Even if her robes would not be on her person for very long.

It was late and he’d dismissed his servants for the evening. There were the standard guards posted outside of his palace entrance, but other than that, he was completely alone. The Crown Princess requested to see him, for him to spend the night at the Magnolia Pavilion, but Yoon refused. He would see his wife another night. But not tonight. 

Tonight was reserved for one person and one person only. 

Yoon paced inside of his personal chambers for what felt like hours. Every so often, he would reach up to bite his thumbnail both from impatience and aggravation. It would be a lie to say that his anger hadn’t flared when the messenger returned with Kalina’s words. As impertinent as he imagined her tone to be, he knew that what she spoke was the truth. Kalina was not a person of Joseon and, as such, not one of his people. 

She held a certain level of autonomy within the Joseon Royal Court because of her standing with the King. Whispers of him being bewitched by the foreign soothsayer spread throughout the different Noble Factions. But everyone also knew how faithful the King was to the Queen. He had two royal consorts, but the Queen always had his father’s favor above the others. The other two concubines were arranged marriages from two different court factions. Yoon’s own wife was a member of the Western Faction of Nobles.

As it stood, no one in the royal family could marry someone outside of their own country. Not like in the times of their ancestors, when Kings were warriors and legends were carved in stone; immortalizing them forever. Joseon was a strict nation; even more so after the Goryeon Empire crumbled to the ground. But if Yoon could have his way, he would pass an edict that allowed him to marry someone outside of their own nation state.

For his own selfish reasons, of course.

Flopping onto the silk cushion behind his desk, Yoon grunted. He was growing more and more impatient. How long was she planning to make him wait?

Just as he was preparing to mentally chastise her, energy warped in the far corner of his room. The Crown Prince stood, the steady beat of his heart escalating as the color palette in one part of his room began to shift. Saliva collected around the inside of his mouth as Yoon slowly stood from the floor. 

This wasn’t the first time.

This wasn’t the second time.

Kalina rarely came to him in this fashion, but when she did, it never got old.

He could watch her enter through that portal like a timeless dream until he ceased to exist.

The first thing he saw were her sleeves; a deep, rich purple spun from the finest silk and trimmed in silver. Her lithe fingers, modestly decorated with stone rings, reached into the space that occupied his chambers. The rest of her entered his room, her skin like chestnuts freshly plucked as her raven hair danced about her shoulders - just barely hidden beneath the softness of the robes she wore. She was barefoot, her toes peeking out from beneath the hems of her dress; the aroma of rose petals and lavender oils permeating his senses.

Sweat prickled along the back of his neck, her own neck bare save for a single jade pendant that hung from a thin black chain. She dipped her head slightly, looking up at him from beneath a hooded gaze. Kalina’s long lashes accentuated the forest green of her eyes, cheeks slightly tinted a soft pink from either the warmth or a flush at seeing him.

He didn’t care which it was. 

The portal closed behind her with a mere wave of her hand. The magic that existed there almost seemed to vanish, but he could sense the power that circulated through her blood. Her arms swept out to either side of her as she delicately lowered herself to the floor. Everything fluttered around her, the candle flames dancing at her mere presence. Her head was bowed, but he could still see the smile on her face; like she’d succeeded in trapping the greatest game the likes of which man had ever seen. 

Like any warrior, Kalina seemed to hold no such openings for Yoon to exploit. Yet she could pierce through every single one of his defenses. All it took was one simple phrase.

“Kalina Shuri is here, my Crown Prince,” she said, a bell-like lilt in her voice. Kalina lifted her face as he stared pointedly down at her. “...I am here, Lee Yoon.”

The trigger was always his name. His true name. 

No one was allowed to whisper it. Not even his own wife. His parents set that name aside when he was elevated to the rank of Crown Prince. Lee Yoon disappeared from within the palace walls. 

Only this exquisite creature before him, a being who seemingly had not aged since he was a child, dared to call him by name.

Yoon launched himself from the other side of the room, intent on laying his hands over every single inch of her. But just as he was less than a meter away, something stopped him. His body was rigid and no matter how hard he grunted, he was unable to break free. Wide eyes moved to look at Kalina, watching as the woman held her hand out at him - palm facing outward. There was a soft vibration in the air that sang over his skin, causing the hairs on the back of his arm to prickle. Sweat slid down the column of his neck, disappearing beneath his robes.

“Kalina,” he managed to choke out, feeling the veins starting to pop near his temple. Yoon’s eyes narrowed as she slowly rose from her seated position. “Release me at once.”

She was standing at her full height and was still a full head shorter than him. Yet in that body thundered supernatural power that only existed in myths and legends. That same power that was holding him bound in place, unable to take a single step toward her. Instead, she smirked, inching her way forward as the sleeves of her robe slid off just a bit to bare a shoulder to him. 

“Now, now, Seja Cheo-ha,” Kalina said, the bell tone replaced with something deep and velvety, “the night is still young and I have not seen you in weeks.” She leaned forward, pressing her nose into the curve of his jaw. Her scent filled his lungs instantly, breathing her in at the exact moment she breathed him in. “Let me have a look at you, hm?”

This was torture. Yoon should have her flogged, but the way she plucked him like a brand new harp was deliciously unfair.

“Release me now, Kalina,” Yoon half-snarled as he felt the tip of her tongue press against his throat, “you jest far too much.”

Her hand glided over his shoulder, teasing at the baby hairs near the back of his neck. Kalina lifted her face to peer into his eyes and had it not been for her spell, he would have lost his ability to stand completely. The sorceress pouted. “But you’re going to be leaving for a long journey soon, are you not?” He shouldn’t have been surprised, but the expression appeared anyway. “Is that not why you summoned me?”

Yoon frowned. She was going to make him beg. This was outlandish.

“Will you have me beg, woman?” The question showcased his ire, but this only caused her smile to widen.

“A lowly being such as myself would never request such a thing,” Kalina whispered, her hand gesturing over his body.

What spell held him was lifted. Upon his release, he grabbed her and harshly tackled her onto his plush bedroll. The sorceress released a soft giggle, failing to abate his anger. He hadn’t pinned her arms down and she took the initiative to reach up and pull at the small pin that held his hair in place. His white-blonde tresses fell around his shoulders like a soft curtain of wheat and he felt a ripple slip down his spine. 

Her fingers combed through his hair and for a while, neither of them spoke. Only the hushed sounds of their breaths existed between them. He lifted one hand up to press the pads of his fingers against the soft skin around her jaw. He let his thumb dip in between her lips and Yoon released a soft hiss when he felt her bite down around the digit. The loose-fitting robes suddenly felt too tight as his erection threatened to rub itself raw against the silk.

Removing his hand from her face, he slid it between the loose fabric nestled around her legs. He could feel her heat and his brows lofted when he realized how bare her attire actually was. Her flush-kissed cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink and he flashed her a predatory smirk. 

“Were you preparing yourself for me?”

Kalina huffed an impetuous laugh. “Isn’t it a servant’s duty to always know the needs of one’s master?”

He bit back a groan. Her words were like a spider’s web, trapping him further. The harder Yoon struggled, the more he was ensnared. 

Tearing at her clothes like a wild animal, every layer was peeled away to expose her sweat-tinged skin to him. He saw her lifting her hand, reaching out toward where the candles were, but he swiftly snatched at her wrist to stop her. She lifted a brow at him, aptly curious as to his intentions.

“No,” he whispered, bringing her hand up so he could press a soft kiss to the inside of her palm, “leave the light.” He grazed his teeth along the center of her hand, giving it a sharp nip. “I want to have a look at you.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his face along the valley of Kalina’s breasts; soft, pugnacious and full of warmth. He could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against his nose and he trailed his tongue between her breasts, a lascivious hunger threatening to burst from his entire body. Yoon’s hand fondled one mound and he used his other hand to pull at the ribbons keeping his robe cinched to his body. He ached for her. Yearned for her to release him from his demons.

Because only she could and she knew it.

His silk trousers fell easily off his waist and he kicked them from his legs in haste. Reaching behind him, he pulled his dark blue robes off his body and tossed them to the side; abandoned with Kalina’s own robes. He was hard and ready, his hands coated in her juices as he reached down to play with her folds. Decreed by the Heavens to rule, Yoon could only see himself worshiping this witch that lay bare in front of him.

Her fingers curled into the hair at the crown of his head, urging him forward as he pressed kisses along her stomach. He turned to press his teeth into the tender skin of her inner thigh and he smiled when he heard the gasp push from her throat. Inhaling deeply, he relished in her womanly scent before diving into her velvet heat to have his late night snack. 

Yoon swirled his tongue over her clit, the taste of her enough to get him intoxicated. The glistening moisture around her thigh made his mouth water. He wanted to draw as much sound from this woman as he could. He would never tire of this taste; this aroma. She smelled sweet and dangerous. A deadly draught.

She was a poison that he would happily drink, the promise of unparalleled ecstasy at the core of her being.

Her moans permeated the room, lost along the silk folding screens and the sheer curtains as her own sweat soaked into the silk bedroll. She quivered under his touch, his kiss, from everything he was doing to her and more. He pulled back from her folds, his lips shining with the leftovers of her essence and proof of the meal he’d indulged in. Kalina moved to kiss him, but Yoon stopped her with a gentle clasp of his fingers around her throat - bearing the brunt of his weight on his other arm that was braced just on the other side of her head. 

Yoon selfishly licked his lips, cleaning his mouth of every drop of her. He wouldn’t share. Not even with her and it was hers to begin with. He teased her folds with the tip of his erection as he felt her hips rise up to meet his own with a subtle push. His teeth snapped as he hissed, his dark eyes meeting her smoldering greens. He had her where he wanted her. Where he needed her. The level of restraint he was holding back made his arms tremble.

The look on her face, that look, was for no one else. Just him. The way her heart beat in her chest? It was for him. Kalina was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. The way the candlelight flickered across her body, cascading golden rays like the morning sun long her skin, was surreal. It was unfair. Why had the gods done this to him? Created a woman so blindingly beautiful with enough power to make any fearless man’s blood run cold? And he could not have her the way he wanted her; could not possess her the way he desired.

There were feral noises coming from Yoon as he leaned upward. Moving to his knees, he grasped Kalina’s hips and pulled her toward him. Her green eyes danced from the firelight and it nearly stole his breath away. 

“Yoon-ah,” she half-sobbed, causing Yoon’s erection to swell even more. He was going to shatter and be dust in the wind if she said his name that way again. All it would take was one more croon from her voice and he would be ruined.

Ruined as he’d been ruined time and again by the sorceress.

He could stand it no longer! Yoon held her hips in his hands as he lowered his body. “Not yet,” he murmured, his hooded gaze roving over her body, “wait for me, Kalina…” His own form trembled as he settled her over the head of his throbbing erection.

Yoon bit down on the lower swell of his lip, holding her steady as her legs seemed to open up even further for him. He was drunk off her scent, his vision growing hazy for only a split second before righting itself.

Rolling his hips, he couldn’t help the narcissistic smirk that painted over his features as her legs moved to knock into his sides in an almost vain attempt to wrap them around him. Her heat squeezed him in a multitude of ways and the pleasure that he coaxed out of her was intoxicating - her mewls of strained lust urging him onward with each moment he drove into her. The sorceress’ nails dug into his biceps, gliding up the sweat-soaked surface up to his shoulders before grasping onto the meat of the muscle there.

Tiny puffs of air lifted from her swollen lips - lips that he’d teased and pulled at with his fingers. She was getting close and so was Yoon. His tempo accelerated gradually, a low growl pushing from his throat as he watched her rutting her hips against the slickness of his shaft - their pelvic bones crashing into each other with unbridled need.

Her cry of desperation echoed throughout the room, filling the space both around and between them. This spurred him on, reaching the edge of his own need for release as he felt the stinging pain of her nails dragging along his skin. There would be marks but it was of no consequence to him. He would deal with them before he began his journey. There would be questions but no answers would be given. 

Heat spread through, filling her with everything until he was well and truly spent. The young woman beneath him had already succumbed to the pleasure she was given, her orgasm making her limbs grow weak.

Bucking his hips into her one more time, Yoon rode out the rest of his aftermath before slipping out of her with ease.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled Kalina with him so that she could nestle into the crook of his arm. For a while, all they did was share in heavy breathing as they attempted to recover. Yoon didn’t worry about falling asleep and someone finding them in that state in the morning. Kalina always left before the break of dawn, something that he mourned in the darkest corner of his heart. But decorum was standard in the Joseon Royal Court, something even he must adhere to.

He closed his eyes as her fingers traced over his brow, sweeping a few sweat-soaked locks from his cheek and tucking them behind his ear. Taking in another deep breath, he brought her just a bit closer to savor her warmth and scent.

“My poor, sad Prince,” she whispered, causing his eyes to snap open as he peered at her. Her expression looked solemn and Yoon wondered if Kalina was about to go to that far away place he could never reach. “So much pain. So much sorrow.” Her fingers, once again, combed through his hair. “So...unnecessary.”

Kalina’s words were cryptic. They always were. But they held a deeper meaning somehow.

“When you were a child, you were afraid, weren’t you?”

Yoon blinked, his lips parting slightly. “What nonsense do you speak, Kalina?”

Her eyes lingered on his for a handful of seconds before she pulled at his hair, pressing it between her fingers. “Your hair wasn’t always this fair. Once, it was darker than black.” It wasn’t a question. “Stories of unrest in the palace reached your ears. The struggles of your father in his youth before he was placed on the throne.” Her eyes lifted to look into his face. “Stories of bloodshed.”

An angry knot of pain began to form in Yoon’s chest. She didn’t need to finish this story. He knew it better than anyone. Being the oldest prince guaranteed that he was the next to obtain the crown. And while he had younger siblings, they were all princesses or far too young to even begin taking steps toward resting it away from him; his birthright. 

But the fear was still there, gnawing at the back of his mind. His fear led to impulsive decisions. One of them being the ingestion of poisons. Not just one type, but multiple types. All at once. At the age of nine, he nearly died. The physicians were beginning to think that there was no hope.

The Heavens, however, had other plans. They helped him to survive; overcoming his own crazed attempts at ending his life. The result? His hair transformed from jet black to platinum blonde. It happened over the course of one week. There was no explanation for it other than his own body’s form of retaliation to the death that attempted to claim him.

Yoon was officially installed as the Crown Prince the following year.

He was pulled from his thoughts as he felt Kalina’s fingers slowly moving from above his right brow and down below his eye. They stopped just at the halfway mark from his lips and mouth. Something crossed her features, a somber expression, and he could only look upon her with mild wonder.

“This face will be marred someday,” she whispered softly, “but that day will not be tomorrow or the day after.”

Yoon sputtered a small laugh. “Mine will, you say?” He let his hand rest at the curve of her hip. “I’ve trained my body and mind extensively, sorceress. Unless it is you, no one would be able to get close enough to harm me.”

Because she was the only person he ever lowered his defenses for.

“You are a powerful and cunning young tiger, it is true,” came her gentle reply, “but that does not mean that your tail cannot be grabbed.”

His eyes narrowed. He wanted to question her; to demand an answer and determine the reasoning behind her ominous words. It was a warning, clearly. But a warning of what?

Before he could ask, however, Kalina was already pulling herself from his embrace and retrieving her robes. He sat up slowly, grabbing his own robe and draping it over his shoulders. Shuffling to his desk, he retrieved the hairpin and waited for her to finish wrapping herself up. Just as she cinched the wide silk waistband around her midsection, he began to pull up her hair. Her head turned slightly but he used his hand to keep her head facing forward. 

“My Prince?”

“Shh,” he hushed, moving to gather up her thick waves in one hand, “let me do this for you.”

She hummed her assent, waiting for him to finish. It only took a handful of seconds to fully secure her hair in the pearl hairpin. Her hand moved to trace her fingers over the hair ornament and she glanced over her shoulder at him. 

“Is it beautiful?” she asked while smiling up at him.

“It pales in comparison to you, sorceress, but it will have to do.” 

Yoon cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her face up to meet his as he captured her lips in his own. They were dangerously close, but he held himself back. If he pursued any further, he would not let her leave.

He would cage her forever.

He watched her rise gracefully from the floor, the hem of her robes sweeping over the bamboo flooring. Every single curve of her form defied logic and as he watched her opening up the portal to leave, part of Yoon truly did want to capture her; to claim her as his and no one else’s. It was a selfish, hungry and dangerous desire, but it was there all the same. He could not ignore it. 

With a soft gaze, she smiled and dipped her head low. “Your journey will be free of perils and you will obtain success. Have no fear, my Crown Prince.”

And like a dream, she disappeared into the void, dousing the candle flames and leaving Yoon to ponder her words as everything plunged into darkness.

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 04: The Winding Road

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03

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Word Count: 2,795

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“Roads were made for journeys, not destinations.” - Confucius

The soft clink of cups rang out through the silence encompassing the gazebo. The King drank from the white porcelain, watching as Dojin turned to sip from his own cup. After they finished, the two men set their cups back on the table and continued to remain silent. Beams of moonlight filtered in through the space and the King took a moment to simply bask in the serene atmosphere. There was no need to rush this conversation, but it was a talk that needed to be had.

Like the faithful servant he was, Dojin remained silent until the King decided it was time to break said silence.

Sighing, he reached his hand to grasp the handle of the liquor jar but was halted when Dojin grasped the neck of the bottle first. 

“Allow your servant the honor, Your Majesty,” came his former bodyguard’s baritone voice as he lifted the bottle off the table, “and please allow your servant to inquire as to what is weighing on your mind.”

The clear liquor filled the small cup. Dojin poured himself a drink and waited for the King to drink first. Instead of drinking, he merely set the cup back down on the table while pinching the bridge of his nose. 

It had been a long and taxing week. Between dealing with his officials in court and the looming threat from Japan ever on the horizon, the King was fighting the urge to sleep more and more. He had so many edicts to place his seal over and he felt he had so little time to prepare. The sorceress, Kalina, predicted that a harsh famine would hit his country in the coming years. If she followed his instructions to the letter, the people of Joseon would not starve.

Despite all of these problems, the biggest concern sitting at the forefront of his mind was the well-being of his son.

“How is he doing these days, Dojin-ah?”

He watched a wistful smile form on the other man’s face. “He is very intelligent, Your Majesty. And strong.”

The King quipped a curious brow. “You have trained him in martial arts?”

Dojin nodded. “Since he was a young boy, Your Majesty.” His smile widened a bit further. “Soon the master will be forced to yield to the student.” 

The affection that radiated from Dojin’s words showcased the amount of love his former attendant had for the prince. If the King could, he would have wanted nothing more than to spare him from the life of a commoner. He was meant to live in luxury and comfort, able to study anything he wished to learn. He could have even become a scholar if he desired. Living a hard mountain life wasn’t supposed to be his destiny.

But what could he do? The law would not let him live in the palace and his Queen could not bear to see his innocent life taken from him in such an unfair manner. With the Noble Factions breathing down his neck, sowing seeds of corruption in the court, it left the King with his hands tied. The less of a foothold he was able to give them, the safer his throne would be. He did not wish to be a monarch that governed through fear and bloodshed. 

The dark ages of his grandfather’s rule was over. It was up to him to maintain balance and keep the peace.

Why hadn’t he asked Dojin about his son’s educational progress until now?

The King lifted his cup from the table. “Has he shown any interest in marriage yet?”

“No, Your Majesty.” He could see apprehension reflected in Dojin’s eyes. He gestured with his cup for him to continue. “There is one person he likes, but I’m sure Your Majesty would not approve of their union.”

“But you do?”

Dojin lowered his head quickly. “N-No, Your Majesty!”

The King bit back a smirk. It was so easy to tease his former bodyguard, even now. Raising the prince up as well as he had, what right did the King have to complain about Dojin’s parenting methods? There was sincerity in his words and the King had no reason to doubt his attendant.

“Is she a good woman?” he asked, sipping from his cup and savoring the sweet taste of the alcohol. 

“She is, My King. But she is also a dangerous woman.” Dojin lifted his face slowly. “I worry over the sort of influence she has over the prince.”

Frowning, he abstained from speaking right away. The King could only think of one person who was both a good woman and a dangerous woman. If that were true, then this was something the King would, indeed, need to concern himself with. Kalina was a woman who possessed much power and she didn’t age in all the years he’d known her. Ever since she first came to Joseon, when he’d been heralded as the Crown Prince, he believed there was a reason for her arrival. It became even more apparent when she continued to help him advise from the shadows. Since the impending famine was looming ever closer, he valued her council above the others in his court.

She was a woman shrouded in mystery and intrigue. No fool could ignore her when she passed on the streets, purchasing odds and ins for her own personal reasons. But that also bred a level of mistrust and hatred of her arrival. Even the King was not privy to the true source of her power, or her origins.

Troubling still? The Crown Prince was tangled in her orbit as well.

The King set his cup down and sighed. “Would you have me banish her from the kingdom? Even though she’s done nothing but aid in the country’s development?”

“I would never, Your Majesty!”

“The Crown Prince is fond of her as well.” Dojin’s eyes appeared to tremble in the moonlight. The King’s brows furrowed. “Do you still think she should be allowed to stay?”

“Y-Your Majesty…” The warrior leaned back, averting his gaze. There was nothing else to be said. The King knew this and he knew that Dojin did as well.

“The heavens will decide what becomes of their fates, Dojin-ah.” Craning his neck, the King peered up at the moon, basking in the silence for a little bit longer. “It is not our place to intervene, no matter how much we may want to.”

“HA!”

Sweat fell in rivulets down Yoongi’s neck and back with each swing of the wooden sword. Calluses and blisters bubbled in his palms, his fingers screaming from pain. But even so, Yoongi continued to swing. It was the only thing he could do to keep his erratic emotions tethered to the ground. The only thing keeping him from running to Kali’s home and begging her to run away with him. 

If they left the country and traveled to some faraway land where no one knew their names or faces, wouldn’t they be happy? Couldn’t they forget the rest of the world? They could be happy, couldn’t they?

The more logical and reasonable parts of Yoongi’s mind knew that this was impossible. Kali was a sorceress. She was also a woman who didn’t age. Having children or sharing a life with someone was impossible for her and, as such, it was her own curse that she carried on her shoulders. In time, Yoongi would grow old and she would remain unchanged. He would force her to suffer through a different type of agony - the pain of watching him fade away from the world as she was left behind; youthful and untouched.

Yoongi swung the sword across his body, his heart thundering against his chest and ribs. His breath came out in harsh intervals. San was sprawled out across a rock, his head moving back and forth with the sword’s movements. But he didn’t move or fuss at being ignored. It was like the wolf could sense that something was emotionally off-kilter with his master.

“Yoongi-ah!”

San suddenly stood on all fours, his head turning in the direction of where the voice was coming from. At first, his ears flattened along his skull - hackles raising and tail puffing up in response. San’s lips curled back to reveal teeth, but he made no noise. Yoongi paused to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. 

“Yoongi Hyung-nim!”

Smiling, he reached out to stroke San’s back to soothe the wolf’s aggression. He immediately relaxed, barking and leaping from the rock to tear off toward the woods. Jogging after him, Yoongi quickly followed, exiting the forest in minutes and seeing two people lingering around the house. One of them was a young man with a shallow beard and top knot, a bamboo fishing rod draped over his shoulder. The other was even younger, his long hair pulled back into a high ponytail. The two of them were bickering, but stopped immediately when they saw Yoongi approach.

“Hyung-nim!’ called the younger one, waving his arm back and forth in excitement.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as San barked and ran circles around them. “Jungkook-ah. Seokjin Hyung-nim.”

Seokjin held out two large fish tied to a hemp rope. “Brought you a present.”

He eyed it suspiciously. “Both of them?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t they both be yours?” Seokjin flashed a knowing grin as he scratched at his beard.

“No.” 

Yoongi brushed past them both and started making his way into the house to retrieve the bucket. The two of them followed him inside, griping between each other and yelling for him at the same time.

“What are you saying no for?” Seokjin’s tone was clearly put out. 

Grasping the hemp rope, Yoongi lifted the large bucket and knocked them both out of his path. “To whatever you’re about to ask me to do.”

“Hyung-nim! Don’t be like that!” Jungkook called after him. 

“The answer is no~,” Yoongi sing-songed as he draped his sword over his shoulder, the bucket swinging off the end. San was immediately at his side, craning his head every so often to peek back at the other two who were in hot pursuit.

“Yoongi-ah, come on,” he heard Seokjin whine behind him, “at least hear me out, will you?”

Pausing in his steps, he pivoted on his back heel and whipped around to glare at his two friends. “Is it worth getting flogged by my father over?”

Both Jungkook and Seokjin looked at each other, then their gazes shifted toward the ground. The fact that they weren’t immediately answering meant that there was a good chance that whatever they were asking would get him caned so hard, he wouldn’t be able to walk right for at least two days.

Sighing, he placed a hand on his hip. “What is it you want me to do?”

Again, they didn’t answer right away. Ultimately, they didn’t want to get him into trouble. Yoongi knew this. They were residents of the village, but were the first friends he made when he was a child. In a sense, they were like brothers. But he also knew what kind of mischief they liked to get into. There was no such thing as a free lunch. Seokjin bringing two large trout to his doorstep only meant one thing.

They needed Yoongi’s help with something. That something would most likely get him in trouble with his father. He was not about to tempt fate while his father was away.

“Well?” he snapped, causing both of their shoulders to jump. “Out with it.”

“It’s Namjoon Hyung,” murmured Jungkook finally. He fidgeted with his bangs, still avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. “He sprained his ankle during practice.”

Yoongi bit back another irritated sigh. Instead, he waved with his hand for him to continue. 

Seokjin cleared his throat loudly, stepping in when it seemed Jungkook was losing his voice. “Do you think you could fill in for him in the troupe?”

He could feel his lip curling into a slight snarl. “Come again?”

Clapping his hands, he rubbed his palms together in a pleading gesture. “They were asked by the magistrate to perform for the Crown Prince as a form of entertainment to celebrate his journey to Ming! If they get acknowledged, they’ll be able to perform in the Crown City regularly!” 

Jungkook stepped forward, clasping his own hands together. “Please, Hyung-nim? It’s not like the troupe are strangers to you! They could really use your help!”

Yoongi dropped the bucket at his feet and San skittered away from it. His two friends swallowed the lumps in their throat as he advanced on them. “Do you realize what you’re asking me right now?” He swung his wooden sword around, pointing the tip of it at them. “My father is currently at the Capital. If he finds out, I’ll be lucky to see the morning after!”

Seokjin quickly ran up to him, clasping his wrist so that Yoongi was forced to lower his sword. “That’s alright! The others know how strict your lifestyle is and everything will be fine!”

He scoffed. “Oh yeah? How?”

Jungkook ran to his other side, placing both hands on one shoulder. “You’ll be wearing a mask! No one will know what you look like during the performance.”

“What about rehearsal?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at both of them. “Won’t they see my face during rehearsals?”

“They’re planning to rehearse in the large field just outside of the Crown City!” His whole body shifted when Seokjin clapped his hand against his back, causing him to cough slightly. “It’ll be fine! I promise!”

Yoongi hung his head in defeat. Truthfully, he had no real reason to deny the request. The members of the performance troupe were his friends as well. Mostly in part to Seokjin and Jungkook introducing them to him. He’d been feeling a little ill while his father was away a few Winters back and they came to cheer him up by performing tricks and acrobatics in the freezing snow. Yoongi wanted to believe that part of his healing process stemmed from them coming to bring a smile to his face.

Brushing his fingers through his cropped hair, he tugged at the fringe until a soft stinging sensation pulled at his roots. This was a pretty big risk he was about to take. On one hand, he would be in very big trouble with his father if he got caught. There was a good chance that he wouldn’t be able to leave to visit the small village at the foot of the mountain for several months. His martial arts training would be literal torture. 

On the other hand, he would be helping his friends out and he would also get to see the Crown City, a place he’d always longed to visit. 

Releasing his hair, he lowered his hand to his face to bite at his thumbnail. If I’m wearing a mask, it should be fine. Even if I run into Father, he’ll never recognize me with my face covered. He gave his two friends sidelong glances, roughly dropping his hand at his side. I’ll probably never get another chance like this again…

Yoongi shook his head, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Get the horses ready. I’ll meet you down at the village.” 

Seokjin and Jungkook jumped into the air, yelling with excitement. They both rambled at once, speeding off with the promise to have traveling gear ready by the time he made it down the mountain. San barked after them, his tail wagging happily as they disappeared through the forest. Groaning, he motioned for the wolf to follow him.

“I need to bathe and get you some food ready.” Yoongi picked up the bucket, gripping his training sword in the other hand. “You’ll have to stay here, San. If you’re with me, Father will discover me immediately.” 

The wolf seemed to understand his words, his ears folding back slightly as he whined. Squatting down, he pet San between his ears and the wolf licked his wrist in response. 

“I know, I know. It can’t be helped.” He smiled. “Besides, who knows how the citizens in the city will react when they see a wild wolf roaming through the streets. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

San stepped forward, licking Yoongi’s cheek. He felt a small measure of relief when he saw the wolf wagging its tail. Now that he thought about it, this would be the first time in four years that he wouldn’t have San at his side. 

“I’ll see if Kali-ssi can check on you tomorrow.” Bringing San close, he hugged his neck and nuzzled his face into his fur. “Don’t worry, you fool. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Call You Mine [MYG]

Plot: "I never regretted the day that I called you mine..." 

A Min Yoongi/Agust D one-shot. 

That's it. That's the summary. I have nothing else to say. 

Happy Birthday Min Yoongi!

Rating: PG // SFW

Genre: fluff | romance | idol romance | one-shot

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 1,912

AN: Wee. It’s late. I’m late. I’m always late. Who’s surprised? Not me. Happy Birthday Lil Meow Meow! All reblogs, critiques/reviews, comments and affection are accepted! Happy reading!

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"Who are you?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your breathing shifted just now."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. That was how he always responded when you asked him that. Was it because you knew him so well? Or were you just anxious? Maybe it was a mixture of both. Either way, it was something you didn't want to admit aloud.

Not to yourself. Not to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked. 

Of course it mattered! 

You didn't respond, determined to get your answer first.

He flashed you a mischievous grin, a bit of his silver fringe falling along the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you guess?"

You felt your lips pulling into a pout, mustering what patience you had to not smack his bare chest with all the strength you could manage this late in the night. Even in the low light, he must have seen the disapproving look you were giving him. Lifting one hand up, he lightly poked your forehead and you whined at being teased. You knew he did this to get a rise out of you. He also knew how important it was for him to give you an answer.

It bothered you how much he always dragged his feet on this matter. The more logical side always reminded you to have patience. This was his own personal game that he liked to play with you. Sometimes he would win. Sometimes you did. 

No one was really keeping score anymore.

You didn't want to guess. You didn't feel like playing this game tonight. To showcase your intent, you roughly pulled from his side and flipped over on the bed to turn your back to him. This must have surprised him because he didn't start laughing at your reaction. In fact, the bed was absolutely still - your breaths barely audible in the dark.

Warmth touched the flare of your hip as he placed his hand there. You tried not to relish in his touch, but it was difficult. After everything you'd gone through to get to this moment, it was only self-inflicted pain to ignore him. Part of you knew to stand your ground. The other part was willing to give in to his advances.

Because you loved him so much. Because you loved all of him…so much.

“Hey,” he called softly, reaching over your stomach and pulling you close to his body, “remember when we first met? At that bar in that one town?”

You bit back a scoff. Like you could forget. He never made it easy for you to, even if you wanted to. 

You kept silent, not wanting to cater to his need to hear your voice. To hear how, even now, you found yourself in an endless loop of falling in love with him each and every single day. To him, you were a lifeline for survival. To you, he was the reason you pushed through your tiresome work week.

The bar was crowded that night. It was an average Friday evening. You were out with friends, hitting the town and it was the third bar on the stop of your group’s infamous “bar hops”. Nothing was special about that night. It was just the end of another long work week for you. Another end of being a faceless number down a long hall of cramped cubicles and endless phone calls. A moment’s reprieve from jittering printers and raucous fax machines.

Two days of escape from being a nameless paper pusher in a seemingly endless cycle of meaningless.

He walked through the doors with his entourage - exuding purpose and power. They were celebrating another successful performance and chatter about said performance was the first thing you heard as they burst through the door. You watched him go straight up to the bar and buy it out, saying everyone’s drinks for the rest of the night were on him.

You envied his smile. You envied his “can do” attitude that dripped from every square inch of his body.

But it was his freedom that made you jealous the most.

You weren’t wearing anything particularly fancy that night. A pair of acid washed jeans stuffed in combat boots, a loose sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder. Hell, even your hair was in a messy up-do. After all, you weren’t looking for an easy score that night. Your plans to get laid were the furthest thing from your mind.

Yet there was no mistaking the way he zeroed in on you. Out of all the patrons in the bar, you were the one he decided to nail his focus to. You were the one who somehow managed to get his attention.

So, what should have been a night of blissfully getting toasted with your friends turned into something much different.

Feeling his lips against the nape of your neck, you felt your breath hitch slightly as his mouth moved to speak. “I asked you what you were doing for the rest of your life.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst from your chest, causing you to curl up into a ball as you covered your mouth. It was one of the most absurd questions you’d ever been asked. Who even asked something like that in this day and age? What you were doing tomorrow? Sure. What you were doing next weekend? Of course.

The rest of your life, however, held a different weight altogether.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight,” came your amused reply as you lowered your hands from your face. You still refused to look at him. “That’s what I said.”

The memories were flooding in quickly. His looks. The low dulcet sound of his voice. Even the cute little lisp he had when he spoke excitedly about something. His hair was a different color back then; jet black with an undercut. 

Everything changed in that one conversation. 

Despite his big spending at the bar, you knew he wasn’t well off. Not yet. But he had big dreams. He had drive. Money didn’t grow on trees and his dream would yield fruit if it prospered. Music, however, was such a shaky basket to throw all of your eggs into. But his passion and determination made you believe that he was telling the truth; that nothing would stop him from succeeding. He was determined and there was a small part of you that wished for his success. Somebody needed to grow wings and fly.

But the conversation didn’t take long to reverse back to you. On to your current occupation and your overall distaste with how things were going in your own life. It was a dead end road. You knew this. Somewhere along the way, you even accepted it. Some people were paper pushers and others were the stars that people could admire from afar. You had no place in that world. Your meager complaints and tiny goals could hardly hold a candle to the strength of his burning ambition.

That’s what you believed in the beginning.

You should’ve known better. 

After his friends and yours all got together to finish the bar hop for the night, your groups eventually wound up near the outskirts of town at a park. The drinking, laughter and flirting continued. He was never far from your side and neither were you from his. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, his hand found its way into yours, holding it close. Your lips touched soon after and it was a magical moment.

That was the beginning of the end for  you.

Days rolled into weeks. Weeks into months. You looked forward to the weekends not to escape the dreary worklife you found yourself trapped in, but to see his performances in underground venues and fringe shows. The energy he exuded from the stage was intoxicating and the cheers from the crowd as he pumped them up was contagious. It only took a few shows and you were screaming and hopping around like an idiot like the rest of them.

Afterward, your groups would meet again to drink and celebrate in the success of the show. It wasn’t embarrassing for you all to run through the streets, screaming and shouting as the thrill of the night cloaked you from head to toe. Bottles of beers in your hands, you ran through crowds and stumbled down stairs in hopes of catching the last train home. You both cuddled in a drunken haze together as everyone talked all over one another - wrapped up in their own conversations.

It was only then that it became apparent that the person you were slowly falling for had two personas. One for the stage and one for when it was just the two of you. Sometimes they bled into one another. Sometimes they were kept far apart from each other.

Agust D and Min Yoongi.

As his success continued to build, your anxiety mounted - worrying about where your place was in his life. More months passed and the venues started to change. You knew there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to go to a performance because it was in the middle of the work week. Or maybe it was too far for you to travel. You couldn’t risk taking off of work for something “trivial” like a concert performance. That’s what your managers would say. They would belittle you for inconveniencing the rest of your co-workers. 

You had an image to maintain.

When he showed up on stage with silver hair, you knew that it was time. Agust D was rising to a level of stardom you wouldn’t be able to compete with. Fans cheered and remained loyal. Fans who were willing to drop any plans they had to hit the road and support their idol. They’d been around far longer than you had; had been cheering for him during a time when you didn’t even know he existed. 

It was the life he’d chosen; one you knew was going to take wing.

How were you supposed to stay close beside him? How were you going to continue to nurture this thing that existed between you both?

Feeling his arms wrap around your bare stomach, he pulled you even closer. You could feel his heartbeat slowly bumping against your shoulder blades. Yoongi pressed a kiss behind your ear, one of your weak spots, before allowing his tongue to glide along the curve of your jaw. You resisted the urge to moan at how he made you feel, both in that moment and every moment before now.

“I never regretted the day that I called you mine…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Part of you wanted to curse him for his words. For his way with words. But that was how he always was. On the stage or off, it didn’t matter. It was his answer for any worry that threatened to smother you into a dark pit of no return.

Slowly, you turned in his arms. Yoongi’s eyes peered at you, his brows furrowing with concern despite the smirk playing on his lips. 

“Do you know the answer?”

That was the answer to your question. It was always going to be the answer.

Lifting your arms up, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in, your lips barely touching his. “You’re Min Yoongi…” This time, you could feel your own smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “...and you’re mine.”

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 06: Convergence

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 4,065

Tag List: @luxekook, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @stillcopingxx, @taevkimchi, @aroseforyoongi, @vivpurple7, @happilystrongthroughthedark, @sw33tnight, @nikkitane, @mini-coop25, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​

AN: Sorry this took me so long. Life decided it wanted to kick me in the face repeatedly. But I did warn everyone this was going to take a little time with the updates. Please be patient with me. I promise you that it will be worth the wait. If you would like to be added to the tag list, feel free to drop me a line!

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.” - John F. Kennedy

Yoon greeted his parents with the Crown Princess at his side. They both bowed deeply as they heard the King and Queen laugh in delight. The Royal Consorts also received bows from the Crown Prince and Princess. Finally, they turned and were given bows from the princesses and princes of the Royal Court. The officials and guards, as well as the rest of the palace staff, were present for the opening ceremony to celebrate Crown Prince Yoon’s first international liaison. 

When they were finally dismissed, Yoon took his seat next to the Crown Princess, waiting for food and wine to be served. Various voices of praise and congratulations were given to Yoon, to which he simply nodded his head politely and smiled while returning his own charming forms of gratitude. He allowed the Crown Princess to serve him a cup of wine and he, in turn, also served her. Merriment and good cheer surrounded the palace.

It made Yoon sick to his stomach.

The conversation he had with his Father-In-Law still didn’t sit well with him. At his own behest, he politely reminded Minister Jang that he should keep his small-minded ambitions to himself. He didn’t need to drag the Crown Princess into his mess. Regardless of his own personal feelings, Yoon held a deep amount of respect for his Princess. Jang Chae-Ok had no ambitions or selfish desires for wanting to be Crown Princess. She was simply a childhood friend to Yoon who always remained faithfully at his side. 

The Crown Princess was not blind to his relationship with Kalina. But she also did not question it. It was from this show of her character alone that Yoon promised he would not take a Royal Consort when he became King. He owed her that much for her understanding.

“I wish that I could accompany you, Your Highness.” The Crown Princess’s voice was sad, matching her expression. 

He reached out to grasp her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It will be a long journey. It is no place for a Crown Princess.” Yoon smiled. “I will be back before you realize I’m gone.”

She sighed. “I will miss you greatly.” She placed her hand over his. “Do be careful.”

“I will, Crown Princess.”

A loud gong resounded, drawing everyone’s attention. All conversation hushed as the head of the Artisan school approached. He bowed deeply while the others waited with anticipation for his announcement. 

“Members of the Royal Court! We are here to celebrate the Crown Prince’s upcoming journey. We wish him great fortune but before he traverses out in the world, we want to be able to ease his worries and give him memories to hold on to as he travels to Ming. Things that he will be able to keep close to his heart and treasure if he should ever become homesick.” 

Yoon smiled, despite his own internal dark thoughts. He loved his country. He loved his people. The skills they mastered in order to have these small moments to showcase their talents were clearly battles within their own houses. Some performers and artists had better skills than others, hence why they were allowed to appear at the forefront. Others were still in training to be able to climb up in the ranks along the way. 

He secretly admired the drive that pushed these individuals along. Everyone had dreams, goals, and ambitions. People’s reasons for doing anything were threads that bonded everyone together to achieve common goals. No matter how small or big, they were to be appreciated. Even if one could not voice these appreciations aloud. 

The Chief Artisan gave a wide gesture, spinning on his heels as the performers made their way into the grand courtyard. “We hope that our performers, both within the palace walls, and those who have managed to make their ways from the streets, will be able to soothe your soul.”

Everyone applauded as Senior Artisan stepped away, allowing for the in house performers to showcase everything they’ve practiced for days. Curiously, Yoon hummed to himself at the mention of street performers entering the palace. If they were skilled enough to gain the court’s attention, there was a good chance they would be given slots to enter the performance schools within the palace halls. It would be a golden opportunity to change their livelihoods for the better.

He was keen to see just what they were made of.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Jimin clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, silencing Taehyung’s whining. “Hyung-nim is filling in for Namjoon Hyung-nim.” His eyes narrowed. “Surely you don’t expect him to wear the dress, do you?”

Taehyung pouted. “No, but still!”

“Besides,” Hoseok cut in, patting Taehyung’s shoulders roughly, “we all memorized multiple parts in case something happens. We only had time for Hyung-nim to learn one. Stop being difficult.”

Yoongi smirked, shaking his head while readjusting the waistband to his costume. The large rosary that hung from his neck was heavy and the boots were a little bit cumbersome, but bearable. He would be able to switch his shoes out when it came time for the tightrope routine. Jungkook and Seokjin fawned over him, making sure he looked as proper as he could in performance gear. 

Namjoon appeared, holding out a red and black demon mask to him. “I gave it some new paint earlier so it should be dry now.”

Taking the mask from him, Yoongi cradled it in his hands. “Thank you, Namjoon-ah.” He scratched at the cloth headband. “What will you be doing during the performance?”

“I’ll be narrating and helping the musicians out. Percussion, mostly.” 

“I see.” Yoongi eyed the mask, taking note of the large white fangs protruding from the mouth carved into the wood. 

Because of the depth of the role, he wouldn’t be able to take his mask off during the entire performance. Beneficial for him, but he hated that Namjoon wouldn’t be getting any credit. Yoongi knew how hard they all must have been preparing for this particular performance. A small measure of guilt wormed its way into his heart, but Namjoon’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts. 

“Now I feel even more terrible, Hyung-nim.” Yoongi saw the concerned look on Namjoon’s face, even though he was smiling. “Seriously, you’re doing me a favor. I feel bad enough. If you keep looking like that, I’ll think I’m completely worthless.”

“I’m sorry, Namjoon-ah.” Clearing his throat, he nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.”

“Thank the heavens you’re wearing a mask.” Taehyung pushed his headband up a little more. “Otherwise the audience is going to think you’re guilty of some crime.”

“It’s just nerves.” Jimin flashed Yoongi a reassuring smile. “Right, Hyung-nim?”

All he could do was give a small smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Hayan Geutop Troupe?” An unfamiliar voice pulled all of their attention. They saw someone dressed in official robes motioning toward them. “You’re up next.”

No one could hide their excitement. This was the first time any of them would be entering the palace. Each of them were given temporary passes to gain access. Once inside, they all made sure they were looking their best. The sound of joyful laughter and music rumbled through the courtyard, causing Yoongi’s heartbeat to elevate with excitement.

“Hyung-nim!” Jungkook gently nudged Yoongi’s back. “Your mask! Don’t forget to put it on!”

“Oh. Right.” Yoongi slid the large Demon mask over his head, making sure the cloth headwrap covered every part of his neck from view except the front. 

The sound of loud drums rang out through the courtyard. It was a little bit difficult to breathe with the mask on, but not impossible. If anything, Yoongi was more concerned with the mask falling off by accident. But Hoseok assured him that the bands were secured and redesigned to fit his head perfectly. It wouldn’t come off unless he pulled it off himself.

Admittedly, his nerves were a little frayed. Being around so many people at once, as well as so much noise, was teetering him toward sensory overload. But he continued to remind himself that he had a job to do. He just needed to get through the performance and then he could continue exploring the Crown City to his heart’s content. They were set to ride back out to the mountains at first light.

He hoped the shops would still be open before the lanterns were lit.

The large drum was hit, signaling for everyone to settle down. Yoongi took another breath, waiting for their group to be announced in front of the Royal Court. His vision was limited through the small holes in his mask - the rest of the world shadowed on either side of him. He could hear his own breath in his ears as he tried to peer out in front of him. But he wasn’t sure what he was even looking for. There was a strange pull at his heart; a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. 

Like someone was calling to him.

No. Like multiple people were calling to him.

“Members of the Royal Court! I present to you a troupe of young performers who hail from the outskirts of the Crown City!” The Chief Artisan looked in their direction as some of the students in the palace artisan school helped to set up their stage. “The White Tower Troupe!”

There was a round of polite applause from all the members of the royal court. The other troupe members were helping to set up the first scene for their skit. Yoongi waited patiently, even though he offered to help. Taehyung and Hoseok insisted that he stand back and focus on the performance. It wouldn’t take them long to get the set pieces ready. Once everything was put together, Namjoon walked gently forward and bowed deeply to the Royal family seated at the large banquet table.

“Please forgive our lack of eloquence, Your Majesties, as we attempt to regale you with a story. It is one I am sure you are all familiar with, but allow us to perform it for you just the same.” He flicked out the large fan in his hand, a picture of a blue sky and a green field painted on it. “We humbly present to you...the Tale of Green Pearl and the Demon!”

Yoon felt Chae-Ok grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He cast a sidelong glance in her direction, noting the soft pink flush that tinted her cheeks. He knew it wasn’t from the wine but more from her excitement. He smiled as she met his gaze.

“Oh, I love this story!” She looked back out toward the courtyard. “I’m interested to see how they will tell it.”

“As am I.”

The bass drum resounded through the large space just as the troupe finished setting up for the first scene. The narrator who spoke walked off to the sidelines and took a seat on a plush cushion that was provided for him. Silence draped over everyone present as the actors moved to their positions. 

“Many years ago, there was a humble man who lived a humble life. He had a humble trade and a humble wife. The wife bore him two children. A son named White Fang and a daughter named Green Pearl.”

Yoon watched as the narrator spoke about each character. One by one, they all appeared - their faces concealed with wooden masks painted in eloquent designs. Lingering off to the side was an actor clothed in black, red and gold garbs - a demon mask covering his face. Yoon felt his heart beating a little faster as he gazed at the person, unsure of why this strange sensation was lurching in his chest. 

The narrator slapped his stick against the small drum cradled in his lap. “As the seasons changed and the children grew older, the father became ill. The wife sent for what physicians they could afford and the old apothecary said that there was nothing he could do. The wife was distraught, unsure of what would become of her or her children should her husband leave this world for his journey to the afterlife.”

“Seobang-nim! You cannot leave us like this!” The wife sobbed beside the husband, cradling his hand between her palms. “What are we to do without you? How are we supposed to live?!”

“Don’t worry, Mother,” said White Fang as he placed his hand over his mother’s, “I will find a way to cure Father. I will travel across foreign lands until I can find the medicine that will save Father’s life!”

Again, the narrator struck the drum. “White Fang left to search for a cure for his ailing father, leaving his mother and sister behind.”

Yoon watched the person portraying Green Pearl moving toward the backdrop meant to pose as a wide open field. A lone tree stood off in the distance where she clasped her hands together and prayed. 

“Gods of Heaven, I beseech you! Please help my father. Please find a way to help him get better!” cried Green Pearl as she lowered her head, all but sobbing into her hands.

Heavy drums beat softly, signaling an ominous transition. Yoon watched as the actor portraying the demon slowly moved forward, until he was mere feet from the Royal Banquet table. The Demon whipped his head around to face the Royal family, causing everyone to lean back and gasp. 

All except Yoon.

Maybe it was the optical illusion of the mask, but he swore that the demon was looking directly at him. His heartbeat escalated, a soft thunder against his chest, and he waited for the demon to speak. There was a line here. Yoon remembered it. A line where the demon spoke to the audience of his wicked scheme.

But the demon said nothing. All he did was stare. Had the actor forgotten his lines?

“A demon heard Green Pearl’s cries, intrigued by her earnest wailings.”

The narrator cut through the silence. This seemed to wake the demon up, causing him to swiftly shuffle back a few steps as he threw his arm out in a dramatic flourish. 

“The sweet sound of sorrow nourishes my heart,” the Demon exclaimed, curling his shoulders forward. He pressed a hand against his face, fingers gliding over the white fangs on the mask. “It is the sound of easy prey. How I have longed to devour such a miserable soul!”

He heard the Crown Princess gasp as the Demon ran forward, leaping into the air and landing on the tightrope with amazing ease. Yoon quirked a brow, internally admiring the actor’s swiftness and balancing abilities. The Demon leaned forward, slinging his legs out until he was hanging upside down from the rope. 

Green Pearl took a sharp intake of breath, clutching at the front of her dress. “W-Who goes there?”

“A humble and curious Demon. But nevermind me, Sweet Child.” The Demon spoke in a cooing and sweet voice. “What seems to be ailing you? What causes you to mourn so?”

“My father is ill and there is no way to save him. My brother has left to travel in hopes of finding medicine to cure him.” Green Pearl turned away from the Demon, looking off in the distance. “I mourn for my family and what is to become of them should my father pass.”

The Demon laughed, swinging his body so that he was now sitting upright on the tightrope. He rested a hand on his knee and leaned forward, drawing Green Pearl’s attention once more. “This is a simple problem with a simple solution.”

“It is anything but simple!”

“Oh, but it is!” The Demon hopped onto the rope, bouncing up and down in a playful manner. “Because I know how to save your ailing father!”

Green Pearl stepped toward the tree, her hand reaching up toward the Demon but she was far out of his reach. “What do you know? Please, tell me how to save my father!”

The Demon bounced on the rope a few more times before dismounting, landing just a few feet away from her. He placed his hands behind his back and paced, not really bothering to stray too far from her but not coming too close. “There is a flower that grows in the western mountains. It is said that creating a potion from this flower can cure any illness.” He spun on his heels just as Green Pearl tried to approach him, causing her to halt in her steps. “But it is an arduous journey. Many have died trying to claim this flower.”

“Can you guide me to this mountain?” 

The Demon circled her, his steps slow and measured. “What will you give me if I decide to lend you my aid?”

“Whatever you wish to claim from me, Sir!” Green Pearl fell to her knees. “No boon is too great when it comes to saving the life of my father!”

The Demon knelt down before Green Pearl, lifting her face to meet his. “You will become my bride. That is the price you must pay if you wish to obtain my help.”

“If marrying a demon is the trade we are making, then I would marry you a thousand times.” 

The Demon pulled Green Pearl up onto her feet, a hearty laugh bursting from his chest. “Then come! Let us be off! The day grows shorter and the journey will be that much harder for you when the night comes.”

A gong and more heavy drums rang out as the Demon and Green Pearl exited the stage. Troupe members hurried to change the set backdrop to suit the next scene transition. 

“So Green Pearl and the Demon hurried toward the Western Mountains. The journey was, indeed, arduous. Many perils crossed their paths, but the Demon protected Green Pearl every step of the way. The harshest trek, however, was the path leading up toward the mountains. Wild animals impeded their path. Even the cold mountain winds attempted to blow the two off the krags so they would plummet to their deaths.”

With each scene change, a linen drape with a painted landscape was swapped. The serene music fit the pacing of each scene and the narrator’s strong voice pushed the actors to continue through the skit. Yoon knew this tale very well. Yet watching it unfold in this manner made the story seem brand new. He was particularly drawn to the Demon, unable to shake the tremors in his heart as the masked performer’s moves seemed fluid and natural.

“Finally, Green Pearl and the Demon reached the top of the mountain peaks. There was the mythical flower the Demon mentioned. It was a rich purple in pigment, the stem a soft green and nestled among a cluster of clovers. In the snow and cold temperature, there was no way that any vegetation should have flourished, let alone this single flower.”

Green Pearl reached for the flower, preparing to dig it up from the earth. Suddenly, she was stopped by the Demon’s harsh pull at her wrist. “W-What are you doing?!”

“Do not forget your promise to me, dear Child.” He pulled her flush against him. “You are to be my bride the moment your father is well. And not a minute later.”

“I haven’t forgotten our deal, Demon!” Green Pearl pushed away from him. “We must hurry back quickly!”

A soft bell tinkling sound issued from a row of wind chimes. The Demon laughed, grasping onto Green Pearl and jumping up toward the tightrope. Everyone watching sucked in their breaths as a stream of dark blue fabric followed after them. The Demon dragged Green Pearl behind him as the actors portrayed him using his powers to help them travel quickly. The two actors almost appeared to float across the thick line of rope.

“The Demon used his powers to transport Green Pearl and himself down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they instantly moved through the fields. Within minutes, they were back in Green Pearl’s humble village. He safely brought her home and Green Pearl wasted no time preparing the flower into a medicinal tonic for her father.”

Green Pearl appeared next to her mother, holding out a wooden bowl. “This tonic will help Father. Please, we must hurry!”

The Wife started to feed the potion to the ailing Husband. In minutes, he started to rise up from his bed. He held his wife’s hands and she threw herself into his arms. 

“Husband! You are well!” she cried as her husband held her close. 

He laughed, stroking her back. “Yes, I am well, Pu-in. But tell me, what has helped me come back from the gates of the Underworld?”

“I traveled far to retrieve a flower that is said to cure any illness.” Green Pearl hugged her father’s neck.

“A flower?” He tilted his head to the side. “How did you come to learn of this flower?”

Green Pearl lowered her head. “A Demon told me. He guided me to the Western Mountains and I plucked the flower from the highest peak.”

Both the husband and wife looked at each other, clutching at their chests. The father reached out for his daughter’s hands. “You foolish girl! How could you make an agreement with a demon?!”

“Don’t you know that a deal with a demon only breeds disaster?!” The mother shook Green Pearl’s shoulders. “You have sold your soul to the Underworld!”

Green Pearl pulled herself away from her family. “I’m sorry!” She ran out of the house where the Demon was waiting for her. “We must hurry!”

The Demon grabbed her hand in his. “Let us leave this place!”

“Stop right there, you foul trickster!” The Father appeared, brandishing a wheat sickle. “Release my daughter, this instant!”

The Demon laughed. “The deal has been made, Human! You cannot break the contract!” 

The sound of a gong exploded over the courtyard, causing the Demon to gasp. When he looked down, there was a sword plunged through his stomach. As he turned, the assailant stepped forward to push the blade through his gut even further. The Demon reached out with a bloodied hand toward the one who attacked him. 

“B-Brother!”

White Fang ripped the sword from the Demon’s body, causing the Demon to fall to his knees. His head hung low and Green Pearl was instantly at the Demon’s side. He finally collapsed to the ground and Green Pearl clung to his shivering form. 

“What have you done?!” she screamed as the Demon continued to tremble in her arms. “Why did you strike him?!”

“It was a Demon, Green Pearl!” White Fang dropped the sword from his hand and the satchel from his back. “They only breed misfortune!”

“Y-You fool,” sputtered the Demon, “I would have given her a good life.” A trembling arm lifted as he pointed at White Fang. “Because of your actions, you have now condemned your sister to death.”

“What?!” White Fang dropped to his knees. The husband and wife hurried forward. “What lies do you speak, Demon?”

The Demon turned to look up at Green Pearl. “I will not be able to give you a life you deserve.” He touched the side of her face. “But I will be able to stay with you in the Afterlife. Always.”

“I am sorry for the cruel nature of man! Forgive me!” Green Pearl sobbed, burying her face in the Demon’s shoulder. “I will see you on the other side.”

And then the Demon’s hand fell limply to the ground. Seconds later, Green Pearl collapsed next to him.

Silence filled the courtyard. No one spoke. Hardly anyone took a moment to breathe, Yoon included. 

It was broken the minute that the King began to clap. The Queen soon followed until everyone at the Royal Banquet table rose from their seats and applauded. Yoon was still stunned, but he, too, clapped. The actors remained where they were - unmoving. However, the narrator stepped forward and bowed deeply to them. The tragic scene remained, but the story’s message still lingered in the air. 

Even a Demon was deserving of love and a person could see beyond the surface to one’s true heart.

But when promises were broken, a terrible fate would await. 

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 07: Oblivion

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,414

Tag List: @luxekook, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @stillcopingxx, @taevkimchi, @aroseforyoongi, @vivpurple7, @happilystrongthroughthedark, @sw33tnight, @nikkitane, @mini-coop25, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​ @hobigif-ficrecs​​

AN: Hmmm...the plot thickens... Yeah, I have nothing else haha. Enjoy? Love me? All of the above? 

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” - Oscar Wilde

“Cheers!”

Everyone knocked their wooden bowls together, causing some of the rice wine to spill from the brim. Hearty laughter and the overall bustle of the market served as the ambient backdrop to celebration. Yoongi waited for the other troupe members to drink before pressing his own lips against his bowl. The wine was sweet and went down smoothe, filling his chest and stomach with a warm feeling. 

Bowls of food were passed around and chatter quickly filled the absence of words in the middle of slurping down alcohol. A small measure of pride filled Yoongi’s heart as he watched his friends wrap their arms around each other, singing songs as they continued to fill their empty bowls. It was the first time he’d felt a sense of true accomplishment in his life. In terms of work, he contributed little. But the success was shared by all; the true feeling permeating throughout the group. 

When morning came, he hoped this feeling would remain with him.

But even amid all the celebration, Yoongi couldn’t shake the confusion that nestled itself deep within his heart. He hadn’t made any mistakes, but he almost did. That very moment when he faced the Royal Banquet table. The image shocked him to his core and he could only stand there frozen. How could he not?

Who would be able to think properly after seeing their own face staring back at them?

Yoongi wasn’t mistaken. Except for the lack of a scar on his face, the Crown Prince looked identical to him! But how was that possible? His father never mentioned that he had a brother. He assumed that he was the only child of his mother after she passed away. He’d heard tales of doppelgangers existing in the world, but those were just myths. None of it was real.

Unless there was something his father failed to mention to him, he had no other choice but to believe in said myths. Yet an even more disturbing question plagued the back of Yoongi’s mind. One he didn’t want to give voice to. But it was the only query that made sense.

After all, it was impossible for a doppelganger to be attached to the Royal Family.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared down into the empty bowl in his hand. ...does that make me the imposter?

He felt his body tip over slightly as Jungkook all but threw himself against Yoongi. He blinked, watching as his friend grabbed the wine jug to pour him another drink. “Hyung-nim, let me pour you a drink in your honor!”

Yoongi scoffed as his bowl was taken from him. Jungkook nearly reeked of wine. It was a miracle he could hold the wine jug and bowl in his hands as steady as he was. “The honor isn’t mine alone, you know?”

“Nonsense!” Hoseok sputtered a laugh, waving a cooked chicken leg in his hand. “We would’ve been in real trouble if you hadn’t stepped in for us when you did, Hyung-nim!”

Jimin drained his bowl of wine as the tavern owner reappeared with another jug of wine. “He’s right. The performance went as well as it did because you practiced so hard.”

A slight warmth touched Yoongi’s cheeks and he scratched at the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn’t think what he did was all that great. He just rehearsed the lines given to him and practiced the choreography that Hoseok taught him. All the credit belonged to the troupe. He was just happy to be able to fulfil his end of the skit to the best of his ability. 

“Though I must admit…” Taehyung lifted his wine bowl up to his face. “...something’s been bothering me.”

Everyone turned to look at Taehyung. He took a sip of wine, his eyes zeroing in on Yoongi’s face. The straw hat Jimin gave him was draped along his back, the string beads pressing against his throat. Yoongi shifted his gaze between each of his friends. Clearly there was something weighing on their minds. Only a blind man wouldn’t have been curious. 

Namjoon spoke first. 

“Hyung-nim?” He scratched at the hair beneath his headband. “Did you see it too?”

Yoongi remained silent. There were a lot of things he’d seen. That didn’t mean they all saw the same thing. He refused to speak on the matter that was currently plaguing his mind.

Suddenly, Seokjin was in his line of sight - practically touching nose to nose with him. Yoongi leaned back as far as he could, feeling uncomfortable at how abrupt his friend’s actions were. But instead of giving him space, Seokjin leaned closer - clasping his cheeks between his palms. Blinking wildly, Yoongi sputtered and tried to break free of Seokjin’s hold.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?”

“You both have the same face.” His friend’s eyes narrowed. “Except for the lack of a scar, your faces are exactly the same.”

It was like ice cold water from a well was dropped on top of him. Yoongi’s lips parted and, again, he tried to break away from Seokjin. Feeling his friend’s fingers digging into his cheeks, he knew there was no chance of escape. Instead, he lifted his gaze to the others and saw they were all thinking the same thing. Peering at him curiously, Yoongi felt a sense of dismay circulating inside of his chest. He was hoping that he was only imagining things. He prayed that it was just a trick of the light, or the last dregs of wine in his system from their pre-performance celebrations.

After what felt like a small lifetime, Seokjin let Yoongi go and the table was unusually quiet. Normally this was the time for Jungkook to chime in with some stupid joke. Or he’d perform some silly act to get everyone to laugh. But as he stared into his friends’ eyes, Yoongi realized just how heavy the atmosphere was.

Pressing his fingers into his forehead, he sighed. “I...I know.” It was the only answer Yoongi could give. 

Taehyung reached across the table to grasp his wrist. “Hey, we know you might be feeling a bit strange.” He chuckled. “It’s a little weird for us and it’s not even our problem.”

Hoseok hummed to himself, folding his arms across his chest. “I would say it’s a wonder that you went this long without realizing it. But considering where you live and whose face you share, I’m not all that surprised.”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked the question before Yoongi could. 

Everyone peered at Hoseok, waiting for his reply. Had he managed to put one of the pieces of the puzzle down?

“Think about it.” He clasped his hand against the side of his neck. “Hyung-nim spent most of his life in the mountains. Away from the Crown City.” They all nodded. “And commoners don’t really get a chance to see the Royal family’s faces all that often. Even if they did, they wouldn’t know it.”

“Hoseok’s right,” chimed Namjoon, his brows furrowing, “and Yoongi Hyung-nim was just as surprised as the rest of us were.” He met Yoongi’s eyes. “Your father never mentioned anything to you? Not once?”

Yoongi’s immediate urge was to scoff, but even that action was lodged in his throat. He shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

He recalled Kali’s words and everything was horrifyingly clear. And now he understood why his father kept him from venturing out to the Crown City. Feeling a cold sweat form on his brow, Yoongi reached for the wine jug and began pouring more into his bowl. In that moment, he felt like the only thing he could do to chase this knowledge from his mind was to drown it completely in alcohol. Trembling hands lifted the bowl to his face and he swallowed the wine in three gulps. 

Jimin grasped for his hands, pulling the bowl and jug away from him. “Slow down, Hyung-nim!” He frowned. “You’ll make yourself sick!”

“Leave me alone! Let me get drunk, would you?!” Yoongi slammed his fists down on the table, forcing all the clayware to bounce up. Wooden spoons and chopsticks clattered to the ground, causing a few of the patrons to hush their conversations to determine where the ruckus was coming from. “I don’t know what the hell is going on! If I did, don’t you think I’d tell you guys?” He buried his face into his hands, feeling his fringe tickling the backs of his knuckles. “I don’t know how I’d even begin asking my father about this.”

Getting caned over traveling to the Crown City was the least of his concerns. 

“Then why don’t we get the answers ourselves?”

All eyes were on Taehyung as he flashed his boxy smile at them. Yoongi sputtered a laugh and he wasn’t sure if he was drunk or not. There was no way he heard him right.

“Come again?” Hoseok settled his hands onto his hips. “You want to do what?”

Scoffing, Taehyung canted his head slightly. “We’re actors, guys. Getting into the palace is a simple thing.”

“Simple in what way, Taehyung-ah?” Jimin gave an erratic gesture. “Don’t you know how heavy security is at the palace?”

“We don’t even have our passes anymore.” Namjoon tossed a bit of mackerel into his mouth. “We can’t just come and go as we please.”

The sly look that painted Taehyung’s features gave everyone pause. He reached into his tunic, fished around, and pulled out the item within. Dangling from a silk cord was a rectangular block carved from jade. Etched and inked on one side were characters in a language Yoongi knew most at the table couldn’t read. But he could. He recognized it for what it was. Yoongi nearly jumped from his seat, the table stopping him as his knees crashed into it. Everyone slapped their hands on the surface to keep it from toppling over.

“Have you gone insane, Taehyung-ah?!” Yoongi hissed as he rubbed his knees. “Where did you even get that?!”

Taehyung twirled the jade pass on his index finger, catching the block in his palm as he leaned forward. “Would you believe me if I told you I found it?”

“Yeah, right.” Seokjin smirked. “And I’m King Jumong of Goguryeo's reincarnated spirit.”

“Well, I did,” Taehyung said, ignoring Seokjin’s sarcasm, “and since I know we have a replica of a similar pass in our props, it won’t be difficult to get back into the palace.” He smirked. “But we’ll only have one chance to do this. Whatever information we can get, we have to do it all tonight.”

Yoongi’s chest hurt with how hard his heart was thundering against it. This was crazy. If any of them got caught, they’d be thrown in prison. Or worse: executed. But it would be a lie if he didn’t yearn for answers to the hundreds of thousands of questions circulating inside of his head. Why did the Crown Prince look exactly like him? Had his father known the reason behind it? And if so, who was the Crown Prince to him? Was Yoongi living the life he was always meant to, or was the Crown Prince?

Where, exactly, was Yoongi supposed to be?

“I’m going.”

Namjoon shook his head roughly. “No. That’s out of the question, Hyung-nim.”

He cut his eyes at him. “Why not?”

Hoseok hung his head. “Come on, Hyung-nim. Isn’t it obvious?” He gave a small smile. “Your face kinda sticks out a bit, don’t you think?”

Yoongi was aggravated. He didn’t want to be stuck depending on his friends to find the answers for him. They were going to willingly throw themselves into the flames just to sate his curiosities? He couldn’t very well ask them to do that. Not for him.

Jimn must have read his expression because he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright, Hyung-nim. We’re happy to do it.” He smiled, closing his eyes as he laughed. “We’re friends, right?”

Biting down on his lower lip, Yoongi felt his shoulders sag a bit. “Of course we are, but that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with putting you all in danger.” 

“Look, I know we’re all a little drunk, but let’s go ahead and map this out.” Namjoon reached into his satchel and pulled out a bit of paper and a small ink brush. He spread the paper out across the table so everyone could look at it. “Nobody ask me how I got my hands on this. I’m taking it to my grave.” 

“How much did this even cost you?” Hoseok looked down at the map and then back up at Namjoon. Yoongi was just as curious. 

Namjoon dipped the brush into a small ink block. “You don’t want to know. Every time I think about it, my eyes get watery.”

“Leave it to you to have this, Hyung-nim.” Jungkook’s expression was mischievous. “Don’t tell me you were planning on doing something criminal, hm?”

“Just having it is a crime!” Seokjin laughed as he covered his eyes. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Taehyung leaned forward, the excitement clear in his eyes. “So who’s going with me?”

“I am.” Jimin narrowed his eyes. “Mostly because I don’t trust you to stay out of trouble.”

He puffed one side of his cheek out and Yoongi smiled. “That’s harsh, even for you.”

Closing his eyes, Jimin turned his face away in defiance. “And because it was your idea to indulge in this madness, you’re wearing the dress.”

Taehyung balked, his jaw nearly hitting the table. “W-What?! That’s nonsense!” He pointed at Jimin. “I’ve already worn a dress once today! I’m not doing it again.” He put on a devilish smile. “Besides, you look more girly than I do. You should wear the dress!”

Jimin grabbed him by the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. Yoongi reached out to stop him, but Namjoon prevented him from doing so. When he looked back at him, he smiled and shook his head while Taehyung continued to whine and gripe about the pain he was in. Once Taehyung gave in to Jimin’s “methods of persuasion”, everyone quickly crowded around the map. The hardest thing wasn’t getting into the palace. That would be easy.

Yoongi was more worried about how they were going to manage to get out. And do so in one piece.

Congratulations #btsSuga and juice wrld for the release of “girl of my dreams”!!! Streaming on repeat!

Congratulations to PSY and My wrecker MIN YOONGI! 🐱💜✨

Now for more pressing issues… Yoongi, marry me?

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Vice - BTS Mafia Au

mafia!bts x reader

Summary: After finding yourself in a desperate situation, you’re foolish enough to do anything for money, and you somehow find yourself held captive by the members of Seoul’s most ruthless gang, Bangtan.

Warnings: strong language, no smut (yet;))

Chapter 4

The minute I finally open my eyes I’m forced to squeeze them shut again due to the harsh white light that greets me.

After I open them a second time (a bit more prepared this time) I try my best to take in my surroundings in my dazed state.

My head is pounding, and everything is appearing slightly blurry. For a moment I wonder how the fuck I got here before the events of last night begin to play in my head.

Realising what happened, I immediately sit up straighter, now seemingly more aware as dread takes over me.

I take a moment to gather myself and look around the room. To my left is a huge window that spans the entire length of the wall, allowing me to look down into the streets far below. I must be in some sort of penthouse apartment cause holy shit it’s high up.

In front of me is a semi-circle shaped couch that sits on the edge of a circular carpet, and faces an impressive sized tv hanging on the wall.

Just past the tv is a spiralling staircase that leads to a second floor out of view, and to the left of the couch is a marble counter top bar, with rows of expensive looking whisky’s and spirits lining the wall behind it.

Just peeking out from behind the wall the tv sits on appears to be a dining area, and a beautiful light fitting hangs its self in the middle of the main room.

This place is the definition of luxury, and I can tell it expands much further than what I can see.

I attempt to stand up from the chair I’ve been sat in, but a pull at my wrist and ankles forces me back into the seat. “Shit” I cast a glance down to see my arms and legs have been bound to the chair.

I begin to struggle in an attempt to break free but it’s useless, the ropes are tied so impossibly tight that every small movement causes them to dig harshly into my skin.

I’m so caught up in my attempted escape that I don’t even register the sound of expensive brogue shoes clicking on the marble floor.

“Ah, so you’re finally awake?” A deep voice echoes through the room, causing me to stop pulling at my ropes and snap my head in the direction it came from.

One of the men from earlier, the one who had pinned my against the wall by my neck, is stood on the stairs in front of me.

He’s wearing the same attire he was at the party, but he’s ditched his tie and blazer, unbuttoned his shirt slightly, and pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows giving me a clear view of the sparkling gold watch that adorns his wrist.

He turns his head so that he’s facing up the stairs before shouting: “She’s up!” He continues walking to the bottom of the stairs before crossing the living area to stand a few feet in front of me.

He runs his eyes over me as I sit, and I’m unable to shield myself from his gaze due to my limbs being tied down.

One by one, the other six men make their way down the stairs, before joining the first man to stand before me with their arms crossed in front of their chests in an intimidating manner.

I swear I can hear my own heart pounding in my chest and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach as the haziness from whatever drug they gave me wears off, and reality sets in.

The man who first made an appearance (Their leader I’m assuming ? He does all the talking, anyway.) Steps forward and crouches down to balance on the balls of his feet, so that he’s now eye level with my sitting form.

He smirks at me in a very arrogant way, like he knows he makes me afraid, even if I try not to show it.

“Let’s go back to the beginning, shall we” He starts. “Are you gonna tell us your name. or will we have to torture you for it.”

I hesitate for a second, but I ultimately don’t want to end up tortured so I answer his questions. “Y/N”

“I’m Namjoon” He says, “and I think we’re going to have to get to know each other a bit more than we already do.”

I nod hesitantly, as I don’t trust my voice to work properly in my state of shock.

“You went out of your way to not only to steal from us,” He nods his head in the direction of the tattooed man who had caught me. “but also had the guts to actually lie to Jungkook’s face about it.”

I stare back at him, wide eyed and unsure of what to say. He sighs in annoyance. “You understand that that will have some serious consequences, right?”

“I’m sorry I really am.” I say, lowering my head to stare at my lap. A genuine laughs echoes around the room. “Did you here that Joon? She’s sorry.” he continues to laugh at me before turning serious in a split second. “Like that’ll magically fix everything.”

“Be nice Hoseok, she really does seem sorry.” Another one of them speaks, he’s extremely good looking, with a near perfect face and a tall, lean body.

“Jin, she was caught red handed stealing from us.” The cat-eyed man says sharply. “If she was that sorry she wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

Jin opens his mouth to retort back but he’s cut off by the assertive voice of Namjoon. “Enough.”

Everyone falls into silence.

“Here’s how it is, we don’t give a fuck if your sorry that you stole from us or if someone else told you to or any other excuse you try to come up with. You tried to rob us. You tried to fuck us over, and now your gonna try and get out of it. Does that sound correct?”

I nod my head once again, still looking at my legs. He sharply snaps his fingers causing me to jerk my head up at the sound.

“Look at me.” I hesitantly lift my head to look him in the eyes. “Does that sound correct?” He repeats, sounding increasingly irritated.

“Yes” I say as confidently as I can, which is pretty diffident at the moment.

He sighs and slaps his hands on his legs before standing up to join the rest of the group behind him.

“So” Jin starts, “You said it was Kang Hyunwoo who sent you here.”

“Yeah, he said something about you owing him stuff, I think.” A few of the men scoff before sharing a knowing look between themselves.

“Why did you even agree to help him anyway?” Jungkook says. I shrug “He offered to pay me.”

“Well, knowing Hyunwoo, you definitely won’t be seeing that money anytime soon.”

Although it’s hard to say if Hyunwoo really would have stuck to his word, I do feel slightly embarrassed that I jumped to do what he said the moment he mentioned money.

“What should we do with her then?” The man who had gave me the injection earlier -Jimin, I think-asks.

“We could just kill her, makes things easier on our part.” The cat eyed man says.

I feel my heart drop to my stomach. Yeah I fucked up bad, but surely I don’t deserve to die.

“Yoongi” Jin scolds sternly, “We won’t kill her, she genuinely seems like she had no idea what she was doing.”

“I don’t buy it” Yoongi says, giving me an icy glare.

“Anyway” Hoseok interrupts. “We can’t just let you go after that stunt. If she’s so good at selling weed for Hyunwoo, why don’t get her to start sellling for us?.”

“Yeah actually.” Jungkook continues, “We’ll make her work for us to make up for it.”

Work for them, are fucking kidding me?? “And what If I don’t want to work for you.”

“Then we’ll let Yoongi-Hyung kill you.” The man in question, Yoongi, sends me a chilling wink that seems far from playful.

“Maybe she can stay here with us in one of the guest rooms, so we make sure she doesn’t try and run away.” At this point I’m wondering if dying would just be the better option.

“So it’s decided then.” Namjoons announces. “Guess you work for us now, y/n.”

“I’ll set up one of the quest rooms.” The man who restrained me earlier, Taehyung, says.

“Not so fast.” Namjoon stops him, “She’s not trusted enough to sleep alone yet, she’ll bunk in with one of us tonight.”

“I’ll have her in my room.” Taehyung says with a devious smirk, sending a wink in my direction.

“No.” Namjoon shuts him down immediately. “She’ll stay with Yoongi, she’s less likely to try anything if she’s around.”

“But please hyung, I can keep her in check, it’s not like i’m gonna try anything.” Taehyung begs. Why the hell does he want me in his room so bad?

Namjoon sighs in annoyance before finally giving in to taehyung’s pleading puppy eyes. “Fine” He grits out. “Jimin, untie her.”

Jimin approaches me before pulling a small blade out the back pocket of his trousers. I feel slightly unnerved knowing that he’d had that the whole time I was tied up.

He approaches me and slides the knife between the flesh of my arm and the rope wrapped around my wrist. In one swift motion, he pulls the knife upwards, snapping the rope in two.

He does the same for the other three restraints, before offering me a hand to stand up. My legs ache as I use them for the first time in a while.

“Well, come on then.” Taehyung says as he grabs my wrist, and begins to pull me towards the staircase at the back of the room.

Being dragged, I suddenly get deja vu from earlier, but, Taehyungs grip is much more gentle than jungkook’s. After all, there’s nowhere I can run now that I’m trapped in their house.

He leads me up the stairs and into one of many bedrooms that take up most of the second floor.

The bedroom he takes me into is decorated and painted with a multitude of gray shades. A large window spans the back wall with a view that allows you to see right across the city’s skyline.

I’m relieved to see that the bed is very spacious, so I shouldn’t have to practically sleep on top of Taehyung.

Whilst I’m distracted talking in the new room, Taehyung was raking through his wardrobe, and eventually pulled out a plain black t-shirt.

He throws it to me and I catch it. “You can get changed in the bathroom, and you can go back to your house and get your own clothes tomorrow.”

I just nod at him, before making my way into the en suit bathroom that adjoins to his room to get changed.

I contemplate taking my bra off, but eventually decide against it. As much as I loathe having to sleep in my bra, I don’t know if I want to take it off when i’ll be sleeping in the same bed as Taehyung.

The t-shirt is quite big, even on my taller frame, reaching down to my mid thigh. I splash some cold water on my face to bring myself to my senses and to at least try to rub off my makeup.

I hang my dress I took off on the back of the door, and leave my high heels sitting just under it. I emerge from the bathroom to find Taehyung in bed already, back leaning against the headboard and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

I resist the urge to blush as I sneak a glance at his toned chest and abdomen. It’s no wonder I wasn’t able to escape his grip when he restrained me with arms like those.

He gently smiles at me before patting the space next to him. I make my way around the bed and notice that he’s already closed the curtains, so that the lamp on the bedside table next to him is the only thing illuminating the room.

I cautiously climb into bed next to him, and he turns to me as I do so. “You don’t have to be so nervous around us, you’re gonna have to get to know us if you work for us.”

“Well you pretty much kidnapped me and forced me to work for you, so sorry if I don’t seem overly friendly.” I shoot back, pissed off at his suggestion.

How the fuck can he expect me to not be nervous around him when just a few hours ago one of his gang members held a gun to my head?

He chuckles deeply, and mockingly. “I’m sure you’ll come around, love.”

And with that, he turns off the light, and we both drift off to sleep.

Authors Note: this is the idea I had for the living room/main room area x

I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, so much stuff happened these past few days that I’ve either not had time to write, or I’ve not felt like I was in the right state to.

I’ll try and get more consistent with posting new chapters in the future. xx

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*hearing his sassy, almost provokative answer and biting my lip* "W-well... when... When I'd try it and being a good obedient princess for you and satisfy my King good... what could I get as an reward for my work? L-Like... what would you do to me after it?"

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*whine softly at his words, pressing my thighs together, knows to well how drenched my panties are at his thoughts* "P-Please do all of that to me... Please! I promise to be a good girl... A-anything for you, my king..."

"Oh? Is that sweet pussy already wet? Princess, look such a shame of you. I've got you weak only by talking about me eating your lovely cunt. Is the thought of my cock burried deep down into your throat what made you so wet or the imagine of my tongue between your glistering folds?"

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