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; ETERNAL REST | JJK

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : angst, yandere, royalty au, kingdom au

rating : pg-13

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warnings : this story deals with implications of murder and infidelity.

word count : 1.1k+

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💌 note from winter :

this stupid IMAGINE has been stuck with me since last year, it's time for you to be free. no jk, i love this baby of mine very much because this was my very first attempt to write kingdom au/ royalty <"3

this short drabble existed because of billie from her song no time to die :)) i randomly found this song and i thought it's a good song that i have way too many ideas from this song only (omg so exaggerating) HABAHAH

honestly, this was supposed to be a full length story but i ended up building another plot with similar yet different ending and so i didnt want to delete this draft ending so i thought i would post it separately! ^^

t/n: this was not proofread nor beta-ed!

if it makes sense, this will be the alternative universe/ending to the original story.

💌 what is winter listening to? :

No time to die by Billie Eilish.

dedication : to my past self who didn't manage to finish this.

The air around you was heavy, almost suffocating yet you did not feel any thick lump in your throat. You did not find it hard to breathe.

Even when the air was tainted with what smelt like rust.

Metallic smell.

Blood.

The once calm ambience now turned to a deep and heavy pinging sound. The sharp metal that you held before was now dropped down to the carpeted floor. The once shiny sharp metal was now covered with blood. The red metallic substance dripped from the sharp metal and smudged the carpeted floor.

Your face lacked any reaction and emotion. Your face was blank as if the knife that was dug into someone’s chest was not your doing. As if the scene never happened. As if the blood in your view was merely water over a sleeping body.

Some of the blood brushed onto your beautiful dress but you paid no heed. You were certainly not in any rush, and certainly you were not panicking.

Albeit slowly realising, there was one thing that bothered you.

The silence. The deafening silence.

The silence was killing you, just like how you had killed your lover with your own two hands.

Your lover, the King.

Jeon Jungkook.

Was it your fault as you have killed him? You should be feeling guilty, you should be terrified, panicking, your body and mind filled with dreadfulness. You were supposed to be wailing, crying and screaming out of sorrow and grief.

Tale of woe.

You’ll think of it later.

Jungkook died of his own sin.

Your eyes moved slowly from the floor towards the body lying peacefully on the soft mattress. His eyes were closed. There was no hint of pain or discomfort on his beautiful face. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, as if this was another night of you watching him rest. His lips were slightly parted but there was no respiration that happened. There was no exhaling and no inhaling.

His dead body laid perfectly on the mattress.

Too perfect that it had you thinking, was he expecting this?

No one was perfect but Jungkook was the King. Enemies left and right, wanting him dead. To be assassinated in his sleep?

That was foolish of him; letting his guards down.

A hand was placed softly on your lover’s cold and pale cheek as you caressed it lovingly. “If you had not thought of committing infidelity, I would have forgotten about the task Taehyung had given me, my love.”

You rose and strode towards the vanity. The rouge was picked out of its place and into your hand. You picked up a brush as well before walking back to Jungkook. Your knees fell beside his bed as you unsealed the rouge. The brush was dipped into the jar of rouge and your hand moved the brush to the direction of his lips.

“Your lips are pale, Your Majesty.” You chuckled and began to brush the rouge against his lips.. “I love you just like how you always tell me to love you. I learned to love you until you learned to unlove me.”

The brush stroked against Jungkook’s lips, colouring them to the shades of red. As if his lips were a blank canvas, you brought the brush against his lips delicately, painting him to perfection. “You’re so beautiful, Jungkook, even in your sleep. Even in your eternal rest.”

Another stroke.

“If I can’t have you,”

Another stroke.

“Then, no one shall have the honour.”

A last stroke before you pulled away, admiring your art. His pale lips turned into his usual cherry lips. Dipping the brush into the jar of rouge, you tapped the brush lightly against his cheeks and dab it with your fingers to blend it smoothly.

“You were my life.”

After finishing his makeup, you put away the items you have held and pulled the soft duvet, tucking him in. His face was eerily calm, free of frown whatsoever. Perhaps, dying in his sleep was the least painful death you could give to him, despite the sin he had committed. What he saw before letting out his last breath was darkness and you.

A sweet and pain-free death, just for your lover.

You rose to your feet from your kneeling position and sat next to his inert body. Running your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing it until his raven-black hair was neat and tidy. You didn’t find the sentiment to cry, wail, even when you saw the blood seeping through the duvet, drenching a spot with blood, albeit not perceptible, you knew it was blood and his blood.

You had just killed your lover.

But you couldn’t think of anything.

What was right and what was wrong.

But then again, there was never a right and a wrong in this world. A wrongful act could be a righteous act and a righteous act could be a wrongful act. Mayhaps, you knew your action was a wrongful act, unjustified even, but you deemed this act to be righteous.

You were only preventing Jungkook from committing further infidelity and made him loyal to you forever.

“Fret not, my love,” you whispered. “I will rule your kingdom with my all.”

With that, you planted a soft kiss on top of his cherry lips. Your eyes were closed as your lips touched his cold ones. The kiss was empty. It lacked warmth, devoid of feelings and emotions but it lasted longer than intended. You pressed another kiss on top of his forehead. Yet another cold sensation.

“Was I stupid to love you, after all, Your Majesty?” You pulled away and stared deeply at his tranquil face.

The bright doe eyes you once adored have darkened and closed forever.

The sweet vocal of his that was always the honey to your ears has gone silent for eternity.

After what felt like hours of staring, you rose from the bed and smoothened the bed. Tidying up anything that needed to be tidied up. Once you were done, you took two steps back.

“Are you death or paradise, Jungkook?” Your voice came out as a soft whisper. “Is your death, the end of me? Or it’s the gateway to my own paradise?”

You walked towards the door with decisive steps, albeit unmindful of the blood that had stained her dress and the bloody weapon laid carelessly on the floor.

“You were the death of my morality,” You halted your steps. “But you were, are, and forever will be the only paradise I dreamed of.”

Turning back to see Jungkook for one last time, a glint of melancholy flashed in your eyes.

And that was it.

Your tale of woe.

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

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