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⚜️ The Past ✿ Hanyang Kingdom ✿
The twelve-year-old prince was running towards his omega father, tears filling his eyes as loud sobs echoed through the serenity of the vast garden his Papa had been tirelessly caring for. Even the lovely butterflies flying and sitting on the flowers were scared away by the boy's incessant wailing. The omega father looked at his son with concern.
The boy, who was also the crown prince, threw himself into his papa's arms. "Papa, why does Dad need to have consorts? Doesn't he love you? You're mates, right? You have his biting mark on your neck. Then why does he have omegas other than you?" the boy asked, voice breaking and tears welling up in his starry orbs. He was at a loss. He knows his parents love each other, but he can't understand why his alpha father have five other omegas besides his Papa. Some of them even bore the king's pups. His friends only have two parents each. Why can't his family be like them?
The omega father was speechless for a moment, trying to come up with words that would make his little boy understand the ways of royalty. His eyes stung with tears that he tried so hard not to shed. He too was hurting so much, but had learned to mask the pain and numb his heart. Yes, he has the king's mating mark, making him belong to the king, but the king doesn't have his. The king can take as many concubines as he wishes because he has no claim over the most powerful man in the land. The king is not marked. It is forbidden by the law of the kingdom to mark the king. There are no exceptions, no matter how rich, how beautiful, or how the king cherishes a consort or concubine. The king cannot be marked because the royal court believes that the king should marry as many omegas and female alphas from powerful kingdoms as possible to strengthen their own.
His precious son doesn't deserve to have his tiny heart shattered. He composed his expression before responding, "Gguk-ah, your dad is the king and he has duties to the crown. He must forge alliances to strengthen the kingdom," the omega father told his son. "He needs the support of those omegas' and alphas' clans so that none would dare threaten our kingdom."
"Is the kingdom more important than you, his mate? Is the kingdom worth every tear you shed every time a new concubine enters the palace?" Young Jeongguk asked, sniffling as more tears fell down his chubby cheeks. He had witnessed how his omega father cries at night because of the king, his alpha father.
Jin was speechless. How could he respond to that? His son, as young as he is, understands what he is going through. The pain he has to endure, which the king-Namjoon, turned a blind eye to. "When you grow up and take the throne, perhaps you'll understand your father," Jin chose to say instead.
"No, Papa. I will never be like my father. I will only have one mate. I will never hurt him or her at the expense of anything, not even for this kingdom. I'd rather die than break my precious mate's heart. I will burn the world if I have to just to keep them safe and happy," the young boy uttered, his eyes flickering with strong resolve.
Jin gazed at his son with admiration, a feeling he used to reserve for his husband, his Majesty, the King. However, as the king took on more consorts, that admiration gradually dissipated, leaving nothing but bitterness and pain.
"I will make this kingdom the wealthiest, strongest, and most powerful so I won't have to take consorts and marry for alliances. Mark my words, Papa," the boy declared before stomping his way out of the garden leaving Jin to ponder his son's parting words.
Jin was a commoner before the king married him. He and his best friend, Tae-ri are both pureblood omegas, the most coveted mates for a royal alpha because they are known to birth the strongest wolves-pureblood omegas and true blood alphas. They are the only two subgenders gifted with the power to shift into their wolves and will submit to none.
Jin and Tae-ri were working in a diner when the former king sent his soldiers to search for the remaining pureblood omegas. The crown prince at the time, Namjoon, was set to ascend the throne and needed a mate or mates who could bear him an heir. Tae-ri was already engaged to her long time boyfriend, Hyung-jae. Refusing to become one of the future king's concubines, she fled with her fiancé and hid in a tiny village in Dalgu Kingdom, far away from the city.
Jin was taken to the palace. The royal court wasn't pleased with the idea of a commoner to be the first consort of the crown prince but they can't oppose the king's order and Jin being a pureblood omega worked to his advantage. Namjoon, the crown prince is an alpha but not a true blood. Jin prepared himself not to expect any romantic feelings between them. He was brought to the palace to give the royal family a true blood heir.
The day of the royal wedding ceremony arrived, and Jin stood before a mirror adorned with intricate gold filigree, his reflection a mixture of hope and hesitation. Dressed in a suit of regal pink silk, he looked every bit the perfect groom, yet his heart pounded, not just from nerves but from a strange flicker of anticipation. Will Namjoon ever consider him a lover or just a tool to produce an heir?
When the moment came and he stepped into the grand hall, his breath caught in his throat. Prince Namjoon stood tall, dressed in regal attire, his deep-set eyes sparkling with a curious light. As he met his gaze, an electric charge pulsed through the air, Jin felt a warmth spread inside him, quivering his resolve.
"Jin," he said, his voice both gentle and commanding. "Today marks a journey we'll embark on together."
Together. The word lingered in the air, holding unspoken promises. The ceremony was a blur; ceremonial vows exchanged, rings placed upon fingers, the union of two lives intertwined for the benefit of the kingdom. Yet amidst all the pageantry, Jin couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was brewing beneath the surface.
Days turned into weeks as Jin settled into palace life. Namjoon succeeded his father and was crowned king. Every moment he spent with Namjoon chipped away at the walls around his heart. He was not just a king burdened by duty; he was also a thinker, a passionate lover of art, a poet who shared verses under the stars. They would talk for hours after dinner, discussing everything from philosophy to dreams of a united kingdom. The attraction that initially bewildered him began to grow into something undeniably profound.
One evening, as they sat on a balcony overlooking the twinkling lights of the city, the soft breeze ruffled Jin's hair. Namjoon turned to him, his expression sincere. "I have always believed that love can be cultivated, not just required. It doesn't have to be instantaneous."
Jin's heart raced. "But what if there are expectations? What if I fail to meet them?"
Namjoon reached out, taking his hand in his. "Then we will create a new path together. We'll forge our own understanding of love."
In that moment, under the tapestry of stars, Jin felt a choice emerge within him. The fear of unfulfilled expectations began to dissolve. Instead, there was a flourishing sensation-he was falling for Namjoon, not because he was obliged to but because the king showed him he was loved and treasured.
The day finally came when Jin realized he was no longer just fulfilling an obligation; he had indeed fallen in love with King Namjoon. They stood together in a lush garden, where the air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, the sun casting a golden glow across everything. In that moment, Jin leaned in, brushing his lips against Namjoon's, a kiss that ignited the final embers of uncertainty.
But Jin's happiness was short-lived. A year into the marriage, the royal court showed dissatisfaction at the first consort because Jin wasn't able to conceive and birth an heir. They were pressuring the king to take another consort who would give the kingdom the heir it needed.
One fateful evening, amidst the flickering candles in their grand chamber, Namjoon had approached Jin with a solemn expression. As Jin's heart raced with anticipation, Namjoon spoke the words that would shatter his world. "Jin, I need to do what is necessary for our kingdom." The rawness of Namjoon's voice, though softly spoken, was akin to a sword slicing through Jin's heart, leaving it bleeding and raw.
Namjoon informed Jin that he had taken a consort, a delicate young female omega named Hyuna, who was to be given every chance to bear children for the royal lineage. Jin's world crumbled. He felt as though the foundation of their love, so carefully built, had been ripped away, leaving only jagged edges. The very fabric of their life together, woven with dreams of family, seemed to unravel before his eyes.
Days turned into weeks, and the palace that had once felt like home became a cavern of despair for Jin. Shadows lingered in the corners, and even the sun's rays seemed muted without Namjoon's warmth beside him. He moved about the court with an invisible weight, a sorrow that seeped into his very soul. The laughter of courtiers and the chatter of servants felt like a distant language, one he could no longer understand.
Namjoon, too, felt the strains of his choices. Though he spent nights with Hyuna in the ornate chambers prepared for her, his heart often wandered back to Jin, who remained steadfast, nursing his wounds in solitude. There was a nagging guilt that echoed in his mind. He loved Jin fiercely, but the kingdom required heirs, and he felt its call more forcefully with each passing day.
Hyuna conceived and the royal court worshipped the grounds she walked on while Jin was looked down upon and ridiculed even more. The ministers started showering Hyuna with gifts, buttering their way to gain more favors from the royal family and she was given a bigger chamber than Jin. The subjects sang praises for the mother of what they thought would be the future heir of their kingdom. But the royal treatment dwindled when Hyuna gave birth to an omega girl. The mother was disappointed. If only she birthed an alpha boy, she would have been crowned as Namjoon's queen.
A year later, Jin got pregnant. The thought of having his own pup, one that's solely his was like a soothing balm healing his wounded heart. Namjoon was elated upon hearing the news of Jin's pregnancy. He paid more attention to him to the distaste of his other consort. Even the favorable air in the kingdom shifted from Hyuna to Jin. Every minister in the royal court wanted to impress the expectant consort. Lavish gifts were flooding Jin's chamber and why not? The whole kingdom was expecting Jin to either birth a rare pureblood omega like him or a powerful true blood alpha. Suddenly Jin had so much power in his hand. A number of servants were at bay to do his bidding. Even the king was at his disposal. His meals were carefully handled and only prepared by a trustworthy chef. Suddenly, Jin was the center of attention and everyone wanted to get on his good side.
And Jin didn't disappoint because nine full moons later, he gave birth to a baby boy... a true blood alpha no less. They named him Jeongguk. Prince Jeongguk, the only true blood ever born after a hundred years, earning him the title of the crown prince. Namjoon didn't hide his satisfaction in having a true blood alpha son. He gave more of his time to Jin and the newborn prince. Jin was crowned 'King Consort' for giving the kingdom a powerful and strongest heir.
The whole kingdom celebrated the birth of Prince Jeongguk for a month. Added provisions were also distributed to the citizens. They have only praises and adoration for the King Consort for it and because Jin bestowed Hanyang with the rare true blood alpha, making the kingdom more powerful than it already was.
Jin had been content for a while, until two years after the birth of Prince Jeongguk, the royal court was at it again as they demanded King Namjoon to marry the youngest omega princess of Dalgu Kingdom. The kingdom was esteemed because of its textile industries and producing high-quality apples. The ministers thought that forging an alliance through matrimony will give Hanyang rights to Dalgu's prosperous textile industries which will add more revenues to Hanyang.
Jin was livid when he heard the news. He harshly knocked on the king's chamber. Namjoon opened the door and was startled seeing Jin's irate red face. His usual soft and calming scent of lilac was replaced with an overwhelming, suffocating and decaying stench.
Jin's deep blue eyes dangerously flickered over Namjoon. In the midst of his rage and frustration, his omega had taken over. The scent of the pure blood omega was stifling even for an alpha like Namjoon that he had to breathe through his mouth.
"So this is how it's going to be. You will collect concubines and consorts like they are fucking books!" Jin snarled at him. "First, it was because I hadn't given you an heir yet. I understood that even if it almost killed me. I accepted you taking another consort." Jin chuckled bitterly. "I already gave you an heir but you still won't reject the royal court's proposal to marry that princess." Jin blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over his sapphire orbs. He doesn't want Namjoon to see his tears. He refused to appear more pathetic than he already was to the man who doesn't care about his pain.
Namjoon stood rigid, the weight of Jin's hurtful words crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He felt the sting of his harsh words cut deeper than any sword could, realizing that every arranged union and royal obligation seemed to chip away at the fragile bond they once shared. As Jin's sapphire eyes shimmered with unshed tears, Namjoon grappled with the harsh reality of his choices-torn between duty and the love he had taken for granted. Wanting to reach out, to bridge the growing chasm, he hesitated, knowing that no words could undo the emotional scars or heal the betrayal that now saturated their relationship.
"Jin, you know as a king, I have duties to fulfill. I have to ensure the stability of our kingdom. I will marry them but you're the only owner of my heart." Namjoon tried to reason but Jin was having none of it. It didn't extinguish the rage that was consuming him.
Jin's eyes blazed with hurt and betrayal as he listened to Namjoon's desperate attempts at justification, the weight of the king's responsibilities feeling like a crushing burden on their love. "You speak of duty and stability, but what of us?" He shot back, pain lacing his voice. "You may wear the crown, but your heart should never be a pawn in this game. If marrying them is what you choose for your throne, then how can you expect me to stand by you?" The rift between them widened, filled with unspoken hopes and dreams now overshadowed by duty, leaving Jin torn between his love and the stark reality of Namjoon's choices.
"How many consorts will you take before you deny those vultures ministers of yours?!" Jin growled. Namjoon with guilt-ridden eyes averted his gaze. He can't look at Jin's accusing gaze. "I regret marrying and falling in love with you! You're nothing but a puppet king! If I had known that this would be my fate; that I would have to share you with several consorts, I would have fled like my best friend. Maybe I won't feel this miserable."
The weight of Jin's rejection hung heavy in the air, suffocating Namjoon as he struggled to reconcile the bond they once shared; each heartbeat echoed the throbbing anguish within him, and the howls of his alpha reverberated like a haunting melody, a bleak reminder that love could be as sharp as it was beautiful, driving him to the brink of despair with every conflicted breath he took.
Jin's internal conflict was palpable as he watched his husband's anguish; a fleeting moment of empathy washed over him before the facade of anger reasserted itself, masking the vulnerability he felt beneath. "Or maybe you're enjoying it, having multiple omegas to warm your bed under the guise of fulfilling your duty as the king."
Namjoon's eyes narrowed as he faced Jin, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "How can you even think that of me?" he growled, his voice low and tense, the weight of their history pressing down on the moment. He could feel a mixture of hurt and defensiveness rising within him, as he struggled to convey the sincerity of his feelings amidst the sharpness of the accusation.
Frustration coiled in the air between them as Jin stubbornly turned his back, dismissing his husband's desperate pleas. The weight of past betrayals hung heavily in his heart, and no amount of reassurance could penetrate the wall he had built to protect himself. Trust, once a shimmering thread binding them, now felt like a threadbare rope fraying at the edges, and Jin was unwilling to risk his vulnerability again.
Namjoon felt a pang of urgency swell within him as he watched Jin's retreating figure, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. He knew that this conversation could change everything, and the thought of losing Jin's understanding made his heart race. With a deep breath, Namjoon took a step forward, calling out, "Wait, we need to talk!" He unconsciously used his alpha voice to stop his husband from leaving his chamber. And before he realized his mistake, Jin turned around and let out a thundering growl, forcing Namjoon on his knees and baring his neck in submission to the pure blood omega.
"How dare you! Kim Namjoon, how dare you use your alpha voice on me!" Jin poked a finger against the king's chest. "Your alpha voice has no effect on me. Have you forgotten that I'm no ordinary omega?"
"J-jin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to use my alpha voice. I-i was only trying to make you stay so we could mend our relationship." Namjoon's pained eyes matched his husband's.
"There's no more relationship for us to fix. You have already scorned my love for you." Namjoon's heart sank as he felt the weight of Jin's words pierce through him, each syllable a reminder of their shattered bond. The warmth of affection they once shared now felt like a distant memory, replaced by the cold reality of hurt and betrayal. As Jin turned away, Namjoon stood frozen, grappling with the overwhelming silence that filled the space between them, realizing that some wounds were too deep to heal, and some love stories were destined to end in heartbreak.
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Notes:
I said this is less angsty. What have I done? And uhmmm, sorry Joonie for portraying you as a polygamous king. Remember, I love you and this is only a fictional story. In the succeeding chapters, we'll also have Tae's backstory. 🍼🧷
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⚜️ Time Skip: Eight years later (Jeongguk is 20, Taehyung is 19)
☯ Jeonha (Your Majesty, use to address the king)
☯ Wangseja (Crown Prince)
☯ Seja-jeoha (His Royal Highness, use to address the crown prince)
There was chaos in the palace because the crown prince suddenly fell ill. The royal physician, along with the best doctors in Hanyang were summoned to check on Jeongguk.
The prince lay in his bed, writhing in pain, his breathing laboured, and his pulse and heartbeat becoming weak and irregular.
"What's wrong with my son?!" Namjoon demanded of the doctors as soon as he entered Jeongguk's chamber. Jin, who was sitting next to his son's bed, gently wiping the sweat from Jeongguk's face, did not look up at Namjoon. Despite feeling hurt by Jin's indifference, Namjoon knew he was to blame for the strain in their relationship. The doctors examining the crown prince stepped aside to allow Namjoon to come closer to Jeongguk. He felt a wave of pain seeing his son's condition.
The royal physician stepped forward. "Jeonha, Wangseja was poisoned with wolfsbane," he revealed.
"What?! How could this happen? We have tight security in the palace and the food of the royal family is always tested before we eat them?" Namjoon yelled, anger surging through him. Jin remained silent as he continued to wipe Jeongguk's face.
"Wangseja is already out of danger. I have given him activated carbon to absorb the wolfsbane from his body. It's a blessing that the crown prince is a true blood or else he would have been dead by now. His wolf was able to slow down the spread of poison," the doctor explained. "We'll take our leave now, Jeonha. Seja Jeongguk needs to rest for his body to recuperate from the poison," he added, bowing to Namjoon and Jin before leaving the room. The other doctors followed behind him.
Namjoon released a sigh of relief and sat beside Jin. "I will summon First Minister Han and his son, who is the head of security, to investigate who did this. I will not spare those who tried to harm the crown prince."
Jin chuckled humorlessly and spoke after keeping silent earlier, "Do you really not know who did this? I thought you were the genius between us." Jin's tone had a bite to it.
"What do you mean, Jin?" Namjoon countered, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"You tell me, aren't you the one who bedded concubine after concubine and fathered seven children who are all fighting to sit on the throne?" Jin shot back, then refocused on caring for his ill son.
Namjoon was speechless after that. How could he defend himself when Jin was right? In his intention to strengthen Hanyang, he created enmity between his consorts and children who were all coveting the throne. But there's no use regretting it now; he has to do something to protect Jeongguk.
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A week after the incident, Jeongguk was recovering faster than anticipated, but he still wasn't allowed to attend his royal obligations.
Namjoon called for a closed-door meeting in the conference hall. All of his consorts and ministers were in attendance.
"I called you all here today to discuss the incident that happened to the crown prince a week ago," Namjoon began, with Jin, the King Consort, sitting beside him. The other consorts eyed Jin with jealousy and envy. Although they were aware of the strained relationship between the king and the king consort, it didn't change the fact that Namjoon still favored Jin and his son, Jeongguk. This favoritism was evident in the size and luxury of their chambers, as well as in the expensive gifts they received during celebrations. However, little did the others know that those gifts held no value to Jin and Jeongguk. "Chan, as the crown prince's head of security, how did wolfsbane get near him?" Namjoon addressed the bodyguard chief sternly.
"Punish me, Jeonha, for my incompetence. A chambermaid was the culprit. She mixed wolfsbane extracts into the crown prince's kombucha tea," Chan replied, kneeling and bowing his head to Namjoon.
"Where is the chambermaid now? We have to interrogate her to find out who ordered her to do this. I'm sure someone is behind this. A mere chamber maid would never try to harm the crown prince unless she was coerced," Namjoon muttered with conviction.
Minister Han bowed again before speaking, "We apologize, Jeonha, but the chamber maid has already passed away -she was murdered."
Namjoon stood up from his seat, his eyes fixed on the ministers and guards in the meeting. "Minister Han, I want you to investigate this matter thoroughly. I want those involved in poisoning the crown prince to be punished," Namjoon ordered, his voice sharp and cutting through the hall.
"We will do our best, your majesty," Minister Han answered. Glancing around the hall, he continued, "Your majesty, if I may suggest?"
Namjoon turned his attention to the minister. "What is it, Minister Han?" he asked.
"Your majesty, this attempt on the crown prince's life might happen again. Don't you think the crown prince should choose someone among his concubines to have an heir with?" the minister replied, glancing at the other ministers as if asking for their support. The ministers nodded in agreement.
Jin couldn't help but scoff at that, "His concubines?" he mumbled to himself. Jeongguk was never even consulted or asked before the king and his greedy ministers set up a concubine wing for him, a place Jeongguk never once checked out or visited. Jin knew very well the hidden agenda behind Minister Han's suggestion. He had been pushing for his niece, Sohee, to be Jungkook's first consort and bear his heir. "Excuse me, Minister Han, but don't you think this matter should be discussed in front of the crown prince? My son isn't a puppet who will bend to your whims and follow what you all decide for him," Jin cut in, his demeanor remaining calm despite fuming inside. "My son is still unwell, yet you wanted to discuss his betrothal. Don't you think it's uncalled for?"
"Your Highness, I'm just concerned about the future of Hanyang. The crown prince is at the right age to marry and mate. He has been experiencing ruts since he was 18, but he has never shown interest in any of the concubines chosen for him. Rumors have been spreading that he is incapable of intimacy," Minister Han replied.
Jin looked around at the other consorts and saw the taunting smirks on their faces. They were among those spreading rumors about Jeongguk because he never asked for help during his ruts, unlike his siblings. They had people cater to them at the very first sign of their ruts and heats.
Jin let out a sardonic laugh, then shot Minister Han a deathly glare, causing the old man to falter a bit. "Are you implying that my son, the crown prince, is impotent?" He then looked at Namjoon, his deep blue eyes piercing through him. "You dare allow such disrespect against my son, the crown prince of this kingdom! Just because my son refused to follow in your footsteps, you are letting your ministers and consorts spread rumors about him."
Second Consort Seola interrupted him, "Do you have proof, King Consort, that we are involved with the rumors spreading about the crown prince? Maybe if he weren't so adamant about maintaining his chastity, there wouldn't be any rumors regarding his abilities in bed."
"Well, I'm glad my son isn't a lowlife manwhore like his siblings," Jin retorted.
"Why don't you just admit that the crown prince isn't capable of intimacy?" Hyuna, who used to be the Second Consort but was demoted for not giving birth to an alpha child, interjected.
"Enough!" Namjoon yelled, and the entire hall quieted at the King's authoritative voice. "Minister Han, I agree with you. The crown prince has reached the age to marry, mate, and produce an heir. We will discuss this at another time."
Minister Han's face brightened at the King's words. "I will inform the concubines to prepare themselves to meet the crown prince after he has recovered," he replied.
Suddenly, the door of the hall burst open. The strong scent of bonfires flooded the room as Jeongguk entered, still a little pale from wolfsbane poisoning. He stood there, exuding so much power that everyone present, except Jin, felt their knees weaken.
Jeongguk walked over and stood beside Namjoon. He looked at each of the ministers and his father's consorts before fixing his gaze on Minister Han. "Has the King's sexual life become too boring for all of you that you're now focusing on mine?" he asked assertively, flashing a fake smile. "If you think you can meddle in my marriage and mating like you did with my father, then you're all fools," he retorted.
"Seja-jeoha, without an heir, your position as the crown prince will not be secured," Minister Han mumbled in a shaky voice. The suffocating scent of bonfires was making his limbs weak and his eyes tear up.
"And may I ask who would dare challenge my position? I think you all need a reminder of the kind of wolf you're dealing with," Jeongguk growled as the hall shook when he shifted into his wolf. Only his omega father, Jin, had been able to see his alpha side in the past. This was the first time the royal court, Namjoon, and his consorts met Jeongguk's wolf, and they were all left speechless and paralyzed. Just like their scent, Jeongguk's wolf was engulfed in fire as he shifted, causing the spectators to gape in shock, except for Jin who had witnessed it before.
The true blood alpha mind linked with the people in the hall. "If anyone here is brave enough to challenge me, step forward," the wolf's voice boomed in their heads causing their knees to weaken even more. They now realized they couldn't challenge the crown prince.
Minister Han folded and answered meekly, "We wouldn't dare challenge you, your royal highness."
The true blood let out a satisfied howl. Namjoon stared at his son with a mix of pride and fear.
Jin gestured for a servant to bring a robe for Jeongguk. The servant hurried over and returned with a robe in hand, nervously approaching the wolf. He laid the robe in front of it and then quickly scurried away.
The wolf shifted back into Jeongguk, who picked up the robe and covered himself. "Now that this circus is over, I have somewhere to be," he said.
"Jeongguk, where are you going? You aren't well yet. Shouldn't you be resting?" Namjoon asked after recovering from the shock.
"Aba mama (king father), as you can see, I'm fully recovered. You shouldn't worry about me. What you need to worry about are your ministers, who will be jobless as soon as I ascend the throne because I will fire all of them," he replied, then turned to Chan. "And you, Han Chan, I'm replacing you as my chief bodyguard. Min Yoongi will arrive tomorrow to take your place. I don't want someone incompetent to stay with me." With those parting words, Jeongguk left the hall, leaving the Hans dumbfounded.
"Well, I think I should leave too," Jin stood up and exited the hall but not before giving the people there a taunting smirk, including the King.
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Notes:
Where do you think the crown prince is going? In the next chapter, we're going to meet Tae and his so-called boyfriend. 🍼🧷
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🐺 Jeongguk, Taehyung, and Jin are the only ones who
can directly communicate with their wolves
☯ Hanyang Kingdom (Seoul)
☯ Dalgu Kingdom (Daegu)
☯ Busanpo Kingdom (Busan)
☯ Tamna Kingdom (Jeju Island)
Preparing for his trip to the Kingdom of Busanpo, Jeongguk went to the garage to get his bike. "You did great putting those old buffoons in their place, Erebus," he cackled, genuinely amused by how his alpha flexed his power and dominance in front of the royal court. "Did you see the way their faces paled and how much their hands were trembling?"
His wolf, Erebus, snickered, "As if I will let those clowns meddle with us. I will send them to the deepest pit of hell, because no one, and I say no one will dictate who we should mate. Eww, do they think my knot is just for anyone that I will shove it into some random holes? I think the fuck not. My knot is too precious and only a deserving one will have it."
Jeongguk spluttered at his wolf's obscene words, "What the heck, Erebus?! Give me a heads-up before you talk about your knot. I almost swallowed my tongue."
"Our knot, JK, and oh, don't swallow your tongue. Our future mate wouldn't like that. Do you know your tongue will be your most prized possession second only to your dick, in pleasuring our future mate?" Erebus shot back nonchalantly while Jeongguk was speechless, his face reddened in embarrassment.
"Erebus, I know you're horny and needy because we decided to spend our ruts alone until we find the 'one', but can we not talk about sexual topics right now? We've just escaped death from wolfsbane."
Erebus scoffed, "As if I'm the only one who's horny. Is that why you're on your toes, scrambling to see our crush? If only you weren't a coward when it comes to him, we'd probably already have a taste of-"
"Gosh, Erebus. What we should talk about is how to find out who tried to poison us," Jeongguk exasperatedly interrupted his alpha.
"Search through our king father's ministers, concubines, and our half-siblings. I'm sure you'll find your answer there. They are threatened by us because they know we won't bend to their will like the king. And those puny, moronic creatures you called siblings are dying to replace you as the crown prince. They won't stop until they get rid of us," Erebus pointed out.
"That is why, as soon as we ascend the throne, we're getting rid of the ministers and ousting the king's consorts and their children from the palace. Our omega father has been humiliated enough, the king's other families must go," Jeongguk said, gritting his teeth.
"You have my complete support. Just tell me whose heads I'm going to rip off, and let's go. I can't wait to see our crush," Erebus grunted. Jeongguk chuckled at his wolf.
He was about to ride his motorcycle when Princess Sohee of Tamna (Jeju Island) arrived with her entourage and greeted the crown prince with a flirtatious smile, "Good afternoon, Seja Jeoha. I heard you've been ill. I'm here because I'm worried about you."
Erebus growled inwardly, not liking the fact that they were being delayed from leaving for their destination. But he knew that as the crown prince, his human shouldn't be rude to her unless she did something uncalled for. He scrunched his nose, detesting Sohee's overly sweet scent of caramel. Erebus's annoyance manifested in his spiking scent, causing Sohee's confidence to falter as her eyes began to water from the smoky scent he was emitting. Sohee composed herself; as an aspiring future crown princess and eventually queen of Jeongguk, she couldn't show weakness in front of him. She tried to withstand his overwhelming pheromones, blinking her eyes a few times.
"Wow, I have to hand it to this princess admirer of yours. She's so persistent, even putting up with the irritating scent I'm giving off. Should I intensify my scent even more to drive her away like a mosquito? Her overly sweet scent is driving me mad. I might go berserk at this point," Erebus growled through their mindlink.
Jeongguk couldn't help but agree with Erebus; Sohee was indeed trying hard to capture their attention. It was a shame that he and his wolf weren't attracted to her, despite her undeniable beauty. She was one of the most popular models in SK, and he had heard that many alpha bachelors from royal and affluent families were pursuing her. Even his own younger brother, Prince Eunwoo, didn't hide his interest in Sohee.
And even if, let's say, he was somewhat attracted to her, he wouldn't dare pursue her because he knew her family was trying to use her to gain leverage and more power over Hanyang. He would never allow that as long as he was alive. He had had enough of Minister Han's influence over the throne, and it would end the day the king relinquished it and he took over as the new ruler.
Sohee's handmaids couldn't help but gawk at the true blood alpha prince in front of them. Jungkook was a sight to behold with his powerful aura and captivating presence radiating an undeniable magnetism that drew everyone's attention. His striking features, combined with the confidence he exuded, made it clear why he held such a revered status among his kind.
Jeongguk gave Sohee a quick glance before climbing onto his bike and starting the engine without saying a word. The disappointment on Sohee's face was evident. She had been trying to catch the crown prince's attention since they were 15, when his uncle, Minister Han, had invited her to Jeongguk's 15th birthday celebration.
Sohee waved off her handmaids, who quickly retreated to allow her and the crown prince privacy. She once again graced Jeongguk with a bewitching smile, but he just brushed it off with a cold expression.
"Where are you going, Prince Jeongguk? I thought you weren't feeling well," Sohee spoke again.
Jeongguk put on his helmet and was about to drive off when Sohee interrupted him again, saying, "Can I come with you? I haven't had the chance to explore Hanyang because of my busy schedule. I took a few days off, so maybe you can accompany me." She smiled again, this time enhancing her presence with her sweet scent.
Jeongguk glanced at her with the same stoic expression. "Princess Sohee, you may be free now, but I am not. I'm busy, and you are wasting my time. Why don't you ask Eunwoo to be your travel companion in Hanyang? I'm sure he would be more than willing to do so." Jeongguk scoffed as he saw Eunwoo approaching them, "And, speak of the devil, there he is."
Sohee bowed to Eunwoo, who returned the gesture with a big grin, his gaze fixed on her. Jeongguk once again started his bike. However, before he drove off from the garage, he overheard Eunwoo speak to Sohee, "Are you still pining for the crown prince? If I were you, I would give my attention to someone more deserving of you, Princess. Besides, there are rumors that the crown prince is useless in bed. It's only a matter of time, and I will replace him as the crown prince because he can't provide an heir for Hanyang."
"Do you want me to pull out your brother's tongue to stop him from spewing garbage against us?" Erebus gritted out through their mindlink. Jeongguk's eyes turned red for a second, and Erebus felt the urge to take over.
However, Jeongguk reined him in. "No, Erebus. We will not shed our brother's blood here. We will not touch him unless he hurts the people we care about. Do you understand? That mutt is still our brother, our blood."
Erebus rolled his eyes. "Whatever, let's go. We have wasted so much time listening to insignificant people." He revved up the engine of the motorcycle and sped their way out of the palace, leaving Sohee behind. She sighed as she stared dejectedly at the fading figure of Jeongguk.
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At a diner in Busanpo~
"I can't believe you, Tae. Why did you agree to date Minjae? I don't like him. Gosh, his pepper scent makes me want to puke. We always hate spicy food, so I don't understand why you like him," Nyx, Taehyung's omega, groaned in exasperation. "An ordinary alpha like him doesn't deserve a pure blood omega like us."
"Nyx, Minjae has been courting us for a year now, and he has been a total gentleman. I see no reason why we can't give him a chance. We also need someone who will love and care for us. Ever since our parents died, I feel so alone," Taehyung replied with a solemn tone.
Nyx's resolve softened at that. "I'm just asking you to wait. We deserve a true blood alpha as our mate."
Taehyung scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Nyx, if I wait for a true blood alpha mate, I might as well try becoming a monk because true blood alphas and pure blood omegas like us are very rare. We are basically part of an endangered species."
Nyx grumbled in response, "There's a rumor that the crown prince of Hanyang is a true blood alpha."
Taehyung let out a sarcastic laugh. "Even if the crown prince is a true blood alpha, do you think he'll notice me -a struggling commoner and a working student, not to mention an orphan? Get out of your delusions, Nyx. Minjae may not be a true blood alpha, but he's good enough for me." He heaved a deep sigh, blinking back the tears that began to gather at the corner of his eyes. "And even if the crown prince gives us the time of day, do you honestly think I will accept him as our mate after what his father, the king, did to us when we were fourteen -the very reason why we fled from Dalgu and hid here in Busanpo?"
"The crown prince has nothing to do with his father's actions," Nyx argued.
"Do you expect a mango tree to produce apples? The king is his father, so it's only natural that he takes after him. We shouldn't trust him, or any other royals for that matter," Taehyung resolutely replied.
Nyx quieted down after that. He knew it would be difficult to change Taehyung's mind right at the moment. All he could do was to remain constantly on guard around Minjae, as he was getting a strange vibe from the alpha.
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"Okay, why are we still standing outside the diner?" Erebus asked impatiently. "We should go in. I'm hungry and I want to see our omega."
Jeongguk just rolled his eyes at his alpha. "I'm admiring him from a distance. Can you not disturb me right now?"
"I swear, JK, if someone dates him before us, I will not talk to you. I will ignore your slow ass," Erebus growled. "Now, let's enter the diner and introduce ourselves to him."
But just as they were about to enter the diner, an alpha went ahead of them. The alpha approached the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile directed at the silver-haired omega behind the register. The omega returned the gesture with a cute boxy grin.
Erebus howled in despair because it seemed they were already too late. The omega they had a crush on already had an alpha. Watching the alpha lean in to kiss the omega they fancied, Erebus emitted a stifling scent of acrid smoke.
Jeongguk felt his heart sink as he watched the affectionate exchange unfold, the vibrant energy in the diner fading to a dull hum around him. Jealousy flared within him; he had thought they might have had a chance, but now it seemed his hopes were dashed by the undeniable bond between the alpha and the omega. This left him grappling with a mix of despair and longing for what could have been.
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Notes:
We have met the wolves of our fave pair. Now that they have found out that the omega they like is already dating an alpha, will Jungkook and Erebus give him up without putting up a fight? 🍼🧷
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⚜️ At Hanyang~
Jieun, Jin's assistant, announced Namjoon's presence outside the King Consort's chamber. Though irritated, Jin told Jieun to let Namjoon in. As the king entered the chamber, Jin and Jieun bowed to him. Namjoon gestured for Hoseok, his assistant, to wait outside the chamber, while Jin ordered Jieun to get them two cups of tea.
Namjoon looked around his first consort's chamber. It had been a while since he was there. The room was filled with Jin's scent, his favorite -lilacs. He seized the chance to take in the relaxing scent and immediately felt the throbbing in his head lessen. He missed the early days of their marriage, when he was freely allowed to enjoy Jin's lilac scent, when their relationship was still good. Now those moments were just fleeting memories, and he knew he was to blame. He had chosen Hanyang over his true love, over Jin, and now he was paying the price for it.
After Jieun served them tea, and left the room, allowing Jin and Namjoon to talk privately, Jin impatiently asked, "What can I do for you, Jeonha?" His expression was rigid as they sat on the same couch, but Jin positioned himself at the far end, creating a significant space between them. The distance between them reflected the state of their relationship -it seemed as though Jin was disgusted to be in Namjoon's presence, causing Namjoon's heart to shatter even more at the thought.
Namjoon straightened up, then reached out for the cup of tea, taking a sip before answering Jin, "I told you before that you don't have to address me formally and you can call me by my first name." Namjoon can still recall the day when Jin stopped calling him by his first name. It was the day he married Hyuna, the day he first broke Jin's heart.
"You didn't come here just to tell me to call you by your first name, did you, your majesty?" Jin asked again, his tone filled with sarcasm. "Don't you have other consorts to give your time and attention to? I'm busy, so if you're here for a little chitchat, I have to excuse myself. I have more important things to do than indulge you, Jeonha. You have five other consorts; I'm sure they're dying for your visit in their chambers."
Namjoon's heart sank as Jin remained cold towards him. He understood why Jin was treating him harshly; he knew he deserved it for his actions. Since taking in his five other consorts, he had received every punishment he deserved.
His eyes were fixed on Jin's face, who was looking everywhere but at him. He inwardly mocked himself for expecting Jin to even give him a glance. It seemed that seeing his face disgusted Jin. The pain in his chest earlier was becoming unbearable, and even his headache suddenly worsened. However, he tried to hide the pain from Jin. They needed to talk now about the future of Hanyang, about Jeongguk's future. "I-I'm planning to abdicate the throne in three years," Namjoon began. "Please help me convince Jeongguk to choose a mate before I pass the crown to him."
Jin, for the first time since Namjoon entered his chamber, locked eyes with him. He keenly observed the king's face. Ever since Namjoon married a string of concubines, Jin began to distance himself from him to protect his heart from crumbling completely. Now as he looked at Namjoon up close, he could see the dark bags under his eyes and the absence of shine in them. Namjoon looked much older than his age, but his undeniable good looks were still there. It seemed that Namjoon's face was dull and lethargic. Were his other consorts not taking care of him well? Were they neglecting the king? Was that why Namjoon looked so tired and sick?
He was snapped out of a trance when he felt Namjoon's hand on his own. Jin quickly pulled his hand away as if it had been burned by Namjoon's touch. The king stared at him with eyes full of hurt, Jin despised him so deeply that he couldn't stand even his slightest touch. Namjoon clasped his hands together and looked down to conceal the tears that were starting to well up in his eyes.
"Why are you abdicating the throne? You're just over forty years old. Isn't it too early for you to retire? Tell me, your majesty, are you sick? Your amber scent isn't like before, it's not as intense. Are you wearing a scent blocker?" Jin asked in succession, lifting Namjoon's mood up a little. Is Jin concerned about his health? Is there a tiny chance that Jin still has feelings for him?
But Jin's next words, crushed the tiny seed of hope inside him. "I should talk to your other consorts. They should take care of you instead of spreading nasty rumors about my son."
Namjoon tried to steady his voice as he spoke again, "You don't need to worry about me. I was the same age as Jeongguk when my father passed the throne to me. Jeongguk has been preparing for his duties as the next king since he was fifteen. I believe he's more than ready to take the throne."
"Your Majesty, you know you can't force the crown prince to mate with someone he hasn't chosen himself . Jeongguk wants to marry for love, not for power and wealth. So if you're planning to select a mate for him and impose them on Jeongguk, I won't stand for it. My son will never be a puppet of the royal court," Jin reiterated, raising his voice and fixing Namjoon with a fiery gaze.
"It's going to be Jeongguk's twenty-first birthday in six months. I will invite potential mates for him, and he can choose a mate himself. All I'm asking is for you to convince Jeongguk that it's time for him to settle down with a mate before his coronation," Namjoon explained, clarifying his intentions.
"Fine, I'll talk to Jeongguk later, but no promises. I won't force my son to do anything he doesn't want to. He has a mind of his own, and I'm sure he's capable of making decisions for himself," Jin conceded, though with reservations.
"That's good enough for me," Namjoon gave him a small smile. "Um, Jin, will you join me for lunch later... please?" Namjoon asked, staring at Jin with hopeful eyes.
Jin paused for a moment, contemplating his response. 'No, not again,' he thought. He wouldn't allow the walls he had built to protect his heart to crumble. Namjoon didn't deserve his time and attention; he had a string of concubines to please him. "I apologize, Your Majesty, but I can't accept your invitation. I need to visit the construction site of the hospital for the poor citizens of Hanyang. After that, I will stop by the orphanage to provide the supplies they need."
Namjoon gazed at him with glossy eyes. "I understand. Maybe some other time," he said, his voice quivering and his scent dulling even more. "Could you just let me meet Chaos, if it isn't too much of a bother? My wolf misses him."
Jin wanted to deny Namjoon's request, but his expectant eyes made Jin hesitate to turn him down completely. He took a deep breath before answering. "I'll ask him." Jin mindlinked Chaos, his wolf, "You heard the king's request, Chaos. I'm letting you decide whether you will talk to him or not."
Chaos perked up his ears and thought for a moment. His mind drifted back to the past when Jin would occasionally give him control so he could also spend time with Namjoon. Chaos in his wolf form used to snuggle beside the king while he read the petitions and documents in his office. Those were the days Chaos treasured the most, but Namjoon's choices tarnished those moments. "Okay, I'll take over and talk to him."
Jin's eyes switched to a deep shade of blue as his lilac scent intensified. Chaos surfaced, taking the control from his human and directly gazing at Namjoon's awaiting eyes. "Hello, Jeonha. How have you been?" Chaos asked, his voice detached but not as cold as Jin's.
Namjoon's wolf stirred after a long period of silence. It seemed that Chaos's presence fueled his alpha's energy, and he felt better too. "Thank you, Chaos, for allowing us to meet you again after such a long time," Namjoon said. Tears that Namjoon had been trying to hold back now freely flowed down his cheeks. "We missed you so much. I know that no amount of apology will make you forgive this foolish and cowardly lover who hurt you and Jin beyond repair. But please, don't ignore me completely. Even if you despise me, please allow me to meet you from time to time," Namjoon pleaded, his voice breaking with the intensity of his emotions.
Chaos reached for Namjoon's hand and rubbed it gently. The pain in Namjoon's chest and head gradually improved. His alpha seemed to relax at the touch. Namjoon's wolf had been aching for Chaos's touch but he couldn't demand that Jin let them see each other regularly. He had lost that right when he hurt them by taking in concubines for the sake of Hanyang.
"You can visit us, Your Majesty, but I suggest not doing so often. We are still hurting. Maybe someday, when our hearts have healed, we can try being friends. Just friends, because once trust is broken, it is hard to regain. I don't think Jin and I can resume our roles as your mates. I will discuss your request to visit us with him. I will now hand back control to Jin. Until we meet again, Your Majesty," Chaos muttered, giving Namjoon a strained smile.
Namjoon lowered his head in shame and dejection. He knew he would never regain Jin and Chaos's respect and love after choosing to prioritize Hanyang.
"Now that you have spoken with Chaos, I believe it is time for you to leave. I need to get dressed and go. Goodbye, Jeonha," Jin said, his voice devoid of emotions.
Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat and reluctantly got up from the couch, walking towards the door with hunched shoulders. He opened it, and Jieun hurried inside. As Hoseok approached Namjoon, the king suddenly lost his balance and began to fall. Hoseok caught him just in time, but panicked when he saw that Namjoon's nose was bleeding.
"Y-Your Majesty, your nose is bleeding," Hoseok announced in a frantic voice, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it over Namjoon's nose.
"Quick! Help me to my chamber. No one must find out about this. Let's go, Hoseok," Namjoon ordered, looking around to see if someone was watching them.
⚜️ At the Diner in Busanpo~
"Are we just going to stand here by the door and watch that bastard kiss our omega?!" Erebus snapped.
"Erebus, we can't force him to like us, especially since we haven't introduced ourselves yet. Can you mute your scent? We can't let these people suffocate from our scent, and we can't afford a scandal. You know we shouldn't let these people know our scent; it will put the people we care about in danger, including our omega. The paparazzi will be constantly on our tail. You wouldn't like that," Jeongguk explained, trying to calm his alpha.
Minjae was on the verge of kissing Taehyung's lips when Nyx intervened, swiftly turning Taehyung's face to the side and causing Minjae's lips to land on his cheek instead. This event managed to calm Erebus down slightly, igniting a spark of hope within his chest. The omega's wolf did not approve of this alpha as their mate, leaving him and Jeongguk with a chance.
Wearing a mask, Jeongguk settled at a table in the corner of the diner, discreetly observing the silver-haired omega and the alpha who had entered before them. Jeongguk couldn't help but notice the alpha's ugly pout, which seemed to be the result of the omega turning his face away during the attempted kiss. The omega's boyfriend was making an effort to appear cute, but to Jeongguk, he resembled a desperate, oversized lizard. It wasn't just jealousy speaking, or maybe it was.
"I would have ignored your slow ass and not talked to you, but have you seen the way our omega dodged the lip kiss?" Erebus asked after a few moments of silence. "His wolf isn't into that alpha? That means we still have a chance. Now there's one thing left to do."
Jeongguk furrowed his brows at his alpha's words. "What do you mean, Erebus? What is the one thing left to do?" he asked through the mindlink.
"Simple, we just have to get rid of his boyfriend and make the omega our mate, duh," Erebus replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the food they were going to order.
"Erebus, we are not going to murder his boyfriend," Jungkook shook his head. Erebus is as hot-headed as their bonfire scent. "Besides, that's not how we'll make the omega like us. He will hate us if we kill that alpha."
"Fine, I'll let it slide for now. But mark my words, JK, that omega is mine and no one else. He's the only one I want to mate!" Erebus declared with finality before cutting the mindlink.
Jeongguk let out a deep sigh and watched the silver-haired omega behind the counter. After a few minutes, Jeongguk saw the alpha wave at the omega and then left the diner.
Jeongguk got up from his seat and approached the counter to order his food. The silver-haired omega smiled at him. Jeongguk read the name tag on his uniform -Kim Taehyung, what a lovely name for the most beautiful omega he had ever laid eyes on.
Nyx instantly felt a connection with the masked alpha in front of them, so he couldn't help but emit his ocean breeze scent. He could only see the alpha's eyes because of the mask, but that was enough for Nyx to be mesmerized. The alpha had galaxy-like eyes, filled with shining stars.
"Nyx, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to seduce the alpha in front of us? We have a boyfriend for the moon's sake," Taehyung scolded his omega through the mindlink.
"Minjae is your boyfriend, not mine. I'm still single and ready to mingle. I think I have a crush. This alpha is too hot to handle. He's sexy," Nyx giggled, much to Taehyung's frustration.
Jeongguk, realizing that Taehyung's wolf was enticing him with his scent, smirked and cleared his throat. "Ahem, can you take my order now, Taehyung-ssi?" he uttered in the gentlest voice he could muster.
Nyx nearly fainted upon hearing the alpha's angelic voice, while Taehyung's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his shameless wolf, who only intensified his scent even more.
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Notes:
Uh-huh, it seems that Taekook's wolves are already attracted to each other. Will Taehyung give in to Nyx and give Jeongguk a chance? What's wrong with the king, and will Jin ever forgive him? 🍼🧷
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Hoseok helped Namjoon to his chamber. The king immediately went into the bathroom to wash his bloodied nose. Hoseok handed the king a towel and looked at him with concern. As Namjoon wiped his face, he sat on the bed and faced Hoseok. The assistant asked him, "Your Majesty, your condition is worsening. It started with minor headaches and chest pains, but now you're also experiencing nosebleeds. It could be a sign of a serious illness. We need to get you checked out. I will summon the royal physician."
Namjoon knew what was really happening to him, as his inner wolf had made it known to him. His alpha was suffering and it was manifested by his failing health. He could feel it. It wouldn't be long before he completely lost his wolf. It wouldn't be long before he, too, would succumb to his death. "No, it will be risky. No one should find out that I'm sick, not until Jeongguk is crowned king. There's a newly graduated male omega doctor whom I know I can trust. Call him, his name is Park Jimin. He is currently a resident doctor at Hanyang Hospital. Do it discreetly, Hoseok," Namjoon ordered. "And please, get me my pain killer. My headaches and chest pains are getting worse."
Hoseok nodded gravely, understanding the urgency of the situation as he rushed to obey Namjoon's command. He could see the toll that the illness was taking on the king. Though he respected Namjoon's wishes to keep the matter private, the weight of potential consequences weighed heavily on his heart. "As you wish, Jeonha," he replied, quickly departing to summon Jimin and fetch the painkiller. He silently vowed to protect the king's secret while hoping that this hidden ailment could be resolved before it escalated.
Hoseok immediately returned with Namjoon's medicine and handed them to the king along with a glass of water. Namjoon quickly swallowed the pills. "You should rest, your majesty. I will call Dr. Park Jimin," Hoseok said. He helped the king lie on the bed, and once Namjoon was settled, he closed his eyes.
Hoseok stepped out of the king's chamber and walked to his office. He dialed Park Jimin's number. After three rings, the doctor answered the call. "Hello, Doctor Park. This is Jung Hoseok, assistant to His Majesty. The king is unwell and would like you to check on him. Please, keep this confidential. It is important that no one discovers the king's illness."
"I will come immediately. Do not worry, Mr. Jung. I have visited the king in the past and I am familiar with the necessary procedures. You can trust me to keep this information private," Jimin reassured Hoseok over the phone.
"That's good. Please be here as soon as possible," Hoseok said briefly before hanging up. He let out a deep sigh. He had been the king's assistant ever since his father, the former assistant, got sick and retired. The king had been kind and generous as a boss. However, as the leader of the most powerful kingdom in SK, he tended to hesitate a lot, especially when making crucial decisions about the kingdom. He relied heavily on the royal court, which was why he had married six consorts.
Hoseok's thoughts were a mix of concern for the king's health and frustration with his indecisive leadership. However, as he stood there, he pushed aside any negativity, reminding himself that their kingdom's stability and prosperity were a direct result of the king's rule and the royal court's efforts, no matter how imperfect it may be. With a calm demeanor, Hoseok began to tidy up his office, waiting anxiously for Park Jimin's arrival and hoping that the king's condition wasn't more serious than they initially thought.
Hoseok's father, the former assistant to King Namjoon's father and later to Namjoon when he ascended the throne had nothing but praises for young Namjoon. Namjoon was a genius, a prodigy, and very fluent in Korean, Japanese, and English languages. He had always been at the top of his class and graduated Summa cum laude. Unfortunately, all these achievements and honors weren't enough for Namjoon's father, the former king, who married Namjoon's alpha mother with the expectation that she would bear him a true blood alpha son.
The former king was extremely disappointed when the queen bore Namjoon, an ordinary alpha. The queen died after giving birth to him. Namjoon's father tried to impregnate his other female alpha concubines in hopes of having a true blood alpha heir, but none of them conceived. He discarded those concubines and called them useless. He replaced them with younger female alphas, but the same thing happened -the younger concubines were not able to get pregnant. That was when he decided to send for the royal physician, who later found out that it was the former king who had a problem. It was his seeds that were weak, and he just got lucky to impregnate Namjoon's mother. It was more a case of extreme compatibility between their wolves that the late queen was able to conceive Namjoon.
The former king directed all his frustrations towards his only son, Namjoon, never failing to remind him that being an ordinary alpha would never be enough to be his son, much less the king of the most powerful kingdom in SK. So, Namjoon spent all his life trying to please his father and make him proud by being an obedient son.
⚜️The Past~Before Namjoon's Coronation as the King
"You must remember, Namjoon, Hanyang is the most important thing above all. You have to marry not for love, but for Hanyang. The very reason why you must never allow any concubine to mark you," his father stated with a firm and resolute voice. "I'm allowing you to take that pureblood omega, Kim Seokjin, as your first consort because he can give Hanyang a powerful heir. If not for that, do you think I would let a poor commoner be one of your consorts?"
Namjoon knew he shouldn't fall in love. He had no right to do so, especially when he needed to prove himself to his father and show that he was capable of elevating Hanyang above all else. However, what he didn't anticipate was being irresistibly drawn to the pureblood omega he was set to marry. Seokjin was stunningly beautiful, and Namjoon felt like he had never seen anyone so breathtaking in his entire life. Seokjin turned his world upside down, and before he knew it, Namjoon had fallen deeply in love with the omega. Their first year of marriage had been filled with the best moments of Namjoon's life, causing him to momentarily forget about the expectations and responsibilities that came with being the king of Hanyang. That was until his father summoned him.
Namjoon was very nervous upon hearing that his father wanted to talk to him. He had a hunch about what his father was going to discuss with him. Reluctantly, Namjoon visited his father, who was then residing in their ancestral home after passing the throne to him. When Namjoon entered his father's home office, Minister Han and two other members of the royal court were already there, along with his father.
"It seems that the pureblood omega we chose as your first consort is utterly useless. It has been a year since you married him, and he hasn't provided Hanyang with an heir," his father began, which made Namjoon's heart sink. He was called here to ask him to take in another concubine to bear his heir. He felt suffocated at the thought of Seokjin, his omega, being heartbroken. His inner alpha was howling in agony, but what choice does Namjoon have? Can he defy his father?
"Minister Han has chosen a young female omega from an opulent family. She will not only give you an heir but also bring more wealth and prestige to Hanyang. Prepare yourself, as you must marry Hyuna within a month. It is crucial to have an heir as soon as possible for the stability of our kingdom. Minister Han and the royal court will assist you from now on. You should listen to them for the sake of Hanyang. As an ordinary alpha, you need their help to manage our kingdom," his father reiterated, his voice firm, making it clear that he would not accept defiance from his son.
Namjoon nodded and accepted everything his father said with a heavy heart. How could he break the news to Jin? But he had no choice but to obey his father. After talking to Jin, he married Hyuna, the omega approved of by his father and the royal court. Namjoon saw how Jin suffered from it, but he turned a blind eye, telling himself he was doing it for Hanyang and to make his father proud. He kept chanting this to lessen his guilt for betraying Jin. Unfortunately, Hyuna's first born was an omega girl. Namjoon's father belittled him again for failing to give Hanyang a strong heir. However, a year later, Jin finally conceived. The former king wasn't completely satisfied until he was sure that Jin would birth a true blood alpha son.
But when Jin finally gave birth to Jeongguk, a true blood alpha, Namjoon's father acknowledged him for the first time. The former king was very pleased, as it had been a hundred years since a true blood alpha was born, and Jeongguk was the only true blood alpha born since then. The whole kingdom celebrated Jeongguk's birth and named Seokjin the King Consort.
Namjoon thought that having a true blood alpha heir would be sufficient to stop his father and the royal court from pressuring him to take in another concubine. However, he was mistaken. Two years after Jeongguk's birth, and before his father's death, Namjoon found himself once again being pressured by the royal court to marry a princess from Dalgu. This was the final straw for Jin, who began to distance himself from Namjoon, realizing that the king would never choose him over Hanyang.
Namjoon's torment deepened as he adhered to the demands of the royal court and duty, ultimately sacrificing his feelings for Jin in favor of his father's relentless expectations. Each passing year felt like a betrayal of the love he shared with Jin, whose silent suffering crushed Namjoon’s heart. The birth of Jeongguk, a true blood alpha, briefly illuminated their bleak reality, but the overbearing royal court continued to prioritize lineage over love, pushing Namjoon to his breaking point. As he watched Jin withdraw, the vibrant connection they once had dimmed, and Namjoon's body weakened in the face of isolation, leaving him trapped in a golden cage of expectations, longing for a love he could no longer fully claim.
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"Your Majesty, should I inform the King Consort about your health?" asked Hoseok.
Namjoon chuckled bitterly, "Jin hates me. He despises my presence, my touch, my scent. I can't blame him. I brought this upon myself. I don't want to force him to care for me out of pity. I'd rather die keeping the tiny dignity I have left."
Hoseok frowned, understanding the weight of Namjoon's words, yet feeling the urgency to bridge the distance between the King and the King Consort. "Your Majesty, it's not about forcing care, it's about allowing him the chance to heal alongside you. Dignity does not mean isolation. Perhaps sharing your burden could forge a new path for both of you."
Namjoon thought differently. He felt the weight of his actions heavy on his heart, realizing that his own decisions created a divide between him and Jin that seemed impossible to overcome. The reminders of his betrayal lingered, tainting every interaction with unspoken resentment, and he understood that the bond they once shared was now a fragile facade held together only by the presence of their son. As he watched Jin navigate the kingdom with quiet resilience, Namjoon yearned for forgiveness and reconciliation, yet feared that the scars he had inflicted were far too deep to heal. "It's already too late, Hoseok. I have accepted the consequences of my choices, I have accepted my fate. I'm only holding on to ensure that Jeongguk ascends the throne smoothly and without conflicts."
Thirty minutes later, the guard announced that Dr. Park Jimin was outside the king's chamber. Hoseok instructed him to let the doctor in.
Jimin was one of the male omegas who had made a name for himself. Due to his dedication and exemplary skills in the medical field, he had earned the respect of his colleagues and, most importantly, the king's trust.
After checking on the king, Jimin settled in a chair near the bed. Hoseok sat beside him and asked, "Doctor Park, how is the king's health? Earlier, he had a nosebleed, and his headaches and chest pains are also getting worse."
"As I mentioned to His Majesty when I first checked on him, he needs to inform King Consort Jin. It's the only way for his health to improve. The King's inner alpha and King Consort Jin's omega have imprinted on each other. His alpha needs to be with King Consort Jin's omega, but His Majesty refused to tell him about his alpha's condition. If the separation continues, the King will lose his alpha eventually killing him," Jimin explained.
Hoseok gaped at the revelation. "But King Consort Jin is healthy and doesn't seem affected by the distance between him and the King. Why is it only affecting the King?"
"King Consort Jin is a pureblood omega, so his wolf is much stronger and more resilient than ordinary werewolves like us. While he may suffer emotionally from heartbreak, it won't harm him physically. It is believed that pureblood omegas and true blood alphas have genes similar to those of the gods and goddesses, making them superior and the only ones capable of shifting into their wolves. However, people in the medical field, like me, don't believe in things that lack scientific explanations," Jimin pointed out.
Hoseok listened intently, absorbing Jimin's explanation about the connection between the king and King Consort Jin, realizing the urgency of the situation. "So you're saying the king's health hinges on being reunited with King Consort Jin? If that's the case, we have to convince him to reach out, no matter the pride or politics involved."
Jimin nodded gravely, aware that time was of the essence. "If the king remains stubborn, it could be the end for him," he cautioned, emphasizing the critical need for intervention to save the king from the dire consequences of their separation.
"Jimin, how long do I have?" Namjoon cut in, meeting the doctor's worried gaze.
"A year or two, but if you can spend more time with King Consort Jin, it could stretch to five or even more than that."
"That isn't an option. I have no right to burden Jin. I already accepted this as my punishment for hurting him and Chaos. Can you give me a medicine that could extend my life to at least three years? By then, I will have passed the throne to the crown prince and will be ready to leave this world," Namjoon inquired with hopeful eyes.
"Your Majesty, why are you giving up so soon when there might be something we can do to extend your life?" Hoseok's eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm too exhausted, Hoseok. And I've already lost the most important person in my life," Namjoon said with a bitter smile. "I don't see a purpose in living anymore."
"Your Majesty..." Hoseok whispered, his voice breaking. "Please reconsider. What about your other children... what about the crown prince? Prince Jeongguk will still require your wisdom and guidance when he takes the throne."
Namjoon patted Hoseok's shoulder. "Thank you, Hoseok. Thank you for caring for this stupid and cowardly king. Please take care of the crown prince when I leave this world. He will need someone who is loyal and dedicated like you by his side."
Jimin let out a deep sigh before he took out a bottle of pills from his bag. "Your Majesty, I acquired these from the US. These pills will help boost your wolf's energy and can extend its life for another year or two," Jimin said as he handed the pills to Hoseok. "Make sure his majesty takes them daily."
"Your Majesty, please don't lose hope," Hoseok urged, accepting the pills from Jimin, his heart heavy with concern. Namjoon’s acceptance of his fate felt like a surrender, and Hoseok couldn’t bear the thought of losing him so soon, especially knowing the crown prince needed a father’s wisdom. “You still have so much to offer, and your children look up to you,” he insisted, trying to ignite a flicker of resolve in Namjoon. With a pained smile, Namjoon acknowledged the gesture, his heart weighed down with grief yet grateful for the lifeline they offered, hoping the pills could give him just a little more time to guide Jeongguk toward his future.
"Thank you, Jimin." Namjoon said. He knew he had made the right choice in sending for Jimin.
⚜️ At the diner in Busanpo~
Jungkook was about to pay for his meal when Erebus mindlinked him. "Give Taehyung a thousand dollar tip," he said urgently, to which Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Erebus, our meal is only worth twenty-five dollars. An ordinary person wouldn't give that much as a tip."
"Well, in case you're not aware, JK, you are not an ordinary person. You're the crown prince of Hanyang, and a thousand dollars is nothing to you. You could even buy this stupid diner and it wouldn't make a dent in your bank account. So don't be stingy, and give our omega a thousand dollars. Or do you want me to take over and give him a hundred thousand dollars instead?" Erebus threatened.
"Alright, alright. Will you shut up now," Jeongguk groaned internally, handing Taehyung ten one-hundred dollar bills.
Taehyung looked at him incredulously and said, "Sir, your bill is only $24.95."
"Keep the change, Taehyung-ssi," Jeongguk replied, his bunny grin hidden under the mask. Inside him, Erebus was snorting. Earlier, Jeongguk had been so against the idea, but now look how smug he was.
"Wow! My alpha isn't just gorgeous, but rich, rich, rich," Nyx said, giggling through the mindlink. His ocean breeze scent had intensified as he fawned over the masked alpha in front of them.
Taehyung wanted to smack his omega. How did his omega know the alpha was gorgeous when all they could see were his eyes and his god-like body which his jacket failed to hide? "Ahem, Taetae, get a tissue and wipe your mouth. You're drooling over him. Don't you have a boyfriend?" Nyx teased him.
A blush appeared on Taehyung's face as he cursed Nyx through the mindlink. "Isn't this too much, sir?" he asked Jeongguk, who was staring at him with beautiful black orbs that shone like stars, causing Taehyung's heart to skip a beat.
"Don't worry about it, Taehyung-ssi," Jeongguk said, winking at him before carrying the tray to a table in the corner of the diner.
Sitting at the table, Jeongguk stole glances at Taehyung and felt endeared as he noticed the omega blushing furiously. It seems that Erebus is right; they still have a chance to make Taehyung theirs.
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Notes:
We have learned about Namjoon's backstory. Do you think his actions are justified because of it? Are his sufferings not enough to earn Jin's forgiveness? Please share your thoughts.🍼🧷
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Nyx continued to eye the masked customer and Taehyung was fed up with his wolf. "Nyx, if you don't stop ogling and thirsting over that alpha, we might go into heat, and that would be a total disaster, especially since we're at work. So please quit it right now," scolded Taehyung while rolling his eyes.
"Can you blame me? Look at him. He's like sex on legs. I wonder how he smells. It's a pity he's wearing blockers. I bet he smells divine too. Why does he hide his scent?" Little did Nyx know Jeongguk wasn't wearing scent blockers. The true blood was muting their scent to hide their identity.
Erebus was no better as he discreetly glanced at the omega working behind the counter. "He's really irresistible. Look at those thick long lashes and those attractive moles. And oh, did I mention his plump lips? They look so delicate and soft. There's only one thing missing on those luscious lips," Erebus swooned.
Jeongguk decided to indulge his smitten wolf and asked, "And what would be missing on his lips, if I may ask?"
"Our lips, duh. Our lips kissing his lips passionately. I bet they tasted really sweet." Erebus huffed as he continued, "If only my human isn't too cowardly and slow, I might have tasted those luscious lips a long time ago and perhaps we're already mated. Tsk, why am I stuck with you? The only good thing about you is you're a prince."
"Wow! It's like I'm doing well by managing to keep a horny alpha, who I can barely control from jumping on Taehyung and claiming him in broad daylight. Not only am I a prince, but I'm also very handsome, with omegas wanting to be with me. So don't say you regret being my wolf; instead you should feel privileged," Jeongguk smugly countered, rolling his eyes at his wolf. "And if I give in to you and assert my dominance over him, do you think Taehyung will like that?"
Erebus's eyes lit up with mischief as he responded, "Of course he would! Who wouldn't want a prince to sweep them off their feet, especially one who's got a true blood alpha wolf swooning over him? Just imagine the two of us showing him how it's done-plump lips locked in a passionate kiss while I flaunt my irresistible charm."
"Hold your thoughts, Erebus, before we go into an untimely rut," reprimanded Jeongguk. "Plus, courting Taehyung shouldn't be done in haste. He deserves more than that and he currently has a boyfriend. We can't just come between them unless he hurts Taehyung. We need to be patient. It's you who noticed that his omega isn't into the alpha Taehyung chose. We need to wait and see how it goes." Their banter was cut off by the ringing of Jeongguk's phone. Yoongi's name flashed on the screen. Jeongguk picked up the call. "Hello, hyung. Oh, you have arrived. Alright, meet me at the palace. Bye."
He mindlinked Erebus, saying "We need to go back. Yoongi hyung is heading to the palace. Don't worry too much about Taehyung and his boyfriend. If your suspicion is correct and his omega isn't interested in his boyfriend's alpha, I assure you we still have a chance. Pureblood omegas and true blood alphas won't just submit to their humans' choices. If they don't like the mates their human chose, they will assert their dominance. I know this from experience, considering my alpha is the most stubborn one," Jeongguk deadpanned. Erebus snorted in response. Jeongguk took one final glance at Taehyung before leaving the diner.
"My alpha is already leaving, and we didn't even get his name," Nyx complained, pouting like a petulant child. "You should have asked for his name when he ordered earlier. What if he doesn't come back?"
Taehyung's patience is wearing thin. His wolf has been acting like a desperate omega chasing after an unknown alpha. "Nyx, how many times do I have to tell you that I have a boyfriend? We're in a relationship with Minjae, and flirting with another alpha will make us a cheater," Taehyung huffed, scolding his wolf.
"And how many times do I have to tell you that Minjae isn't my mate? He's nice and looks decent, but that's it. I don't feel a connection with his alpha," Nyx retorted, his ocean breeze scent beginning to turn musty. As Taehyung watched Nyx sulk, he felt a familiar tug of frustration and concern. He wanted to respect his omega's feelings while also grounding him in their current reality. Taehyung knew he had to find a way to bridge the gap between Nyx yearning for something more and his own commitment to Minjae. He and his omega should meet halfway. He needed Nyx to understand that they are already in a relationship with Minjae and it's highly inappropriate to simp over another alpha.
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"Why are you still chasing after the crown prince? He clearly isn't interested in you," Eunwoo grumbled, keeping pace with Sohee.
"And why are you chasing after me when I clearly am not interested in you, Prince Eunwoo?" Sohee shot back, causing Eunwoo's confidence to falter a bit.
"Is it because Jeongguk is the crown prince? Is that it?" Eunwoo asked, frustrated. He has been trying to get Sohee's attention but the model has set her eyes on his brother.
Sohee smirked, sensing Eunwoo's irritation, and replied, "Maybe it's because Jeongguk has something you lack-a thrill, a spark that draws me in. You might be a prince, but you're not the one I want." She could see Eunwoo's jaw tighten, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of sympathy, but her resolve to pursue what excited her remained unshaken. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and visit the King Consort, my future father-in-law." With that, Sohee and her entourage left a groaning Eunwoo behind.
⚜️ At Jin's chamber~
"Jieun, is everything ready for our visit to the orphanage?" Jin asked his loyal assistant.
"Yes, your highness. Everything on the list you gave me was already prepared and loaded in the van," the assistant politely replied. "Your personal driver is also waiting for us."
"That's good." His thoughts then drifted to Namjoon. After briefly meeting the king, Jin felt something was wrong with him. Everything about him felt off, and despite their strained bond, he couldn't let Namjoon die on them. He mindlinked his omega, "Chaos, you saw the king. Tell me what you think. Namjoon looks sick, his scent is off and he is really pale."
"I thought you had stopped feeling for him. Why are you concerned about his health now? But for the record, I also think something is wrong with him and his wolf. I have blocked my connection with his alpha since he took in those other consorts, because we felt it every time he bedded them. I might go feral and ruthlessly kill his other consorts if we continue to subject ourselves to that pain," Chaos gritted out, little more than a growl.
Jin's expression softened as he listened to Chaos's words, his mind reeling with the complexities of their relationship with the king. He had always tried to keep his feelings for Namjoon in check, for their sake, but it seemed that deep down, he still cared for him. He cleared his throat, trying to push aside the emotions that threatened to resurface. "Yes, I may have stopped considering Namjoon as my mate, but that doesn't mean I want him dead. He's still my son's father. He might not be an ideal mate, but he has always been a good father to Jeongguk."
Jin turned his attention to his assistant who was checking the King Consort's schedule on her iPad. "Jieun," Jin called out. "Inform the other five consorts that I will be meeting them tomorrow for breakfast. Tell them that those who ignore my invitation will suffer dire consequences. It's time I remind them who should be their priority," Jin said while fixing himself in front of the mirror.
"I will inform them immediately, Your Highness."
"Alright, let's go," Jin reached for his purse and prepared to leave his chamber when one of his handmaids knocked and informed him that Princess Sohee was there to see him. Jin rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance. Don't these people know that as the King Consort, he is always busy and has no time for them? He was about to tell his handmaid to inform Sohee that he was busy and needed elsewhere when the princess suddenly barged inside the chamber.
Jieun stopped her by the door. "I'm sorry, Princess Sohee, but you can't just enter His Highness's chamber without permission. Aren't you taught how a royal should behave?" Jieun said, her annoyance evident in her voice.
Sohee ignored Jieun and approached Jin, who narrowed his eyes and was about to give her a piece of his mind for entering his chamber without permission. However, the princess quickly bowed and apologized, saying "I apologize for my lack of manners, your highness. Your personal driver informed me that you are going to visit the orphanage. I would like to volunteer to accompany you as I have also prepared some gifts for the children there. Additionally, I have brought skin care products and accessories for you from Paris." Sohee motioned for her handmaids to bring the boxes and bags of gifts into the living room. They promptly obeyed, bowed to Jin, placed Sohee's gifts on the large coffee table, then they left the chamber and waited outside.
Jin contemplated and gazed at Sohee. The princess had been trying to win his approval by getting on his good side. It was clear to Jin that she must really like Jeongguk. Seeing Sohee try so hard, Jin decided to take advantage of the situation to prove that she was not a suitable match for Jeongguk. What Jin truly wanted for Jeongguk was a compassionate mate who could empathize with ordinary people. He desired someone who was not attracted to the glamour and glitz that came with being the crown prince's consort. Jin hoped for someone who could help Jeongguk create a kingdom that treated all citizens equally. He wanted someone Jeongguk could rely on, not someone who would use his son to gain power and wealth for themselves or their clans.
"Alright, you can come," Jin replied, causing Sohee to smile brightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the opportunity. She quickly composed herself, eager to showcase her worthiness in Jin's eyes, unaware of the hidden challenges that lay ahead. Jin watched her, contemplating how her determination might reveal more about her true character. He wondered if she could rise to meet the expectations he held for someone who would stand beside Jeongguk in leading a kingdom grounded in compassion and equality.
Jieun, who was not in agreement with Jin's decision was bewildered by it. She had never liked Sohee from the beginning, as she could see the insincerity behind her pretentious facade. Sohee reminded her of Minister Han, Sohee's uncle, who was manipulative and had high opinion of himself. Jieun even wondered if Sohee truly liked the crown prince or if she was pursuing him because of his status.
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They were in the car when Jieun spoke, "Pardon me, Your Highness. I was just wondering why you agreed to bring Princess Sohee with us. I thought you didn't like her because she is related to Minister Han."
"Because I want to prove that I'm right," Jin replied, now looking at the rearview mirror where he could see Sohee's van following their car.
Jieun looked puzzled, her brow furrowing as she processed Jin's words. "Huh, what do you mean, Your Highness?" she asked, totally clueless.
"I want to prove that I'm right. That Princess Sohee will be as good as a trophy queen. That she can't empathize with those below her, with the common people," Jin revealed.
Jieun glanced back at Jin. "But what if you're wrong?" she challenged gently, intrigued by the implications. "What if Princess Sohee surprises you? Are you going to finally accept her for the crown prince?"
Jin's grip on his purse tightened, his expression clouding over with determination. "When that happens, I'll admit that I had judged her character poorly. I may not treat her like an enemy as before, but I will not impose on Jeongguk to choose her as his mate. I was a victim of that practice, so I will never let my son experience it."
Jieun nodded in understanding, relieved that the King Consort was a rational person. She considered the crown prince as a younger brother and wished for him a loving and understanding mate, regardless of their status. Someone who would be by Jeongguk's side through thick and thin. And she didn't believe Princess Sohee could be that person.
They arrived at the orphanage and the kids were delighted to see their favorite King Consort who had always visited and brought them gifts. They excitedly ran to Jin to hug him. Jin happily hugged the children back, then Sohee appeared from behind him. The children quieted and stared at Sohee with curious eyes. Sohee greeted them with a smile, trying to make the children feel at ease with her. Jin and Jieun observed the interactions. In no time, the children were hovering over Sohee, especially when the princess distributed the toys she brought for them. Some of the children couldn't help but hug and kiss her cheeks, showing how much they appreciated her gifts.
Jin was impressed with how well Sohee was handling the children. During lunch, Sohee allowed one of the kids to sit on her lap. Everything was going smoothly until Sohee excused herself saying she needed to go to the washroom. She got up from her seat and made her way there with her handmaids following behind her.
After a few minutes, Jin left the children with Jieun and the caretakers to go to the bathroom as well. He was about to enter when he heard Sohee's agitated voice. Jin stopped and listened behind the door. "I always tell you to bring alcohol or hand sanitizer whenever we go out, but none of you remembered. What am I paying you for? Give me my clothes, I need to change because I'm already feeling itchy. Who knows what germs those filthy kids have? I will not be here if it isn't so difficult to get the King Consort's approval. A royal consort like him should be spending time mingling with rich and affluent families to strengthen the kingdom, not with these useless brats!" Sohee lashed out, glaring at her handmaids.
Jin stood frozen outside the restroom, disappointment cutting through the warmth he had felt just moments before as he listened to Sohee's harsh reprimands of her handmaids. The charming facade she had put on for the children vanished, revealing a self-centered nature that contradicted the kindness she had displayed earlier. In that moment, Jin realized that he was right all along; Sohee's efforts to win his favor were merely a performance, her true colors now painfully evident as he recognized her lack of genuine compassion.
As the door to the restroom creaked open, Sohee stepped out, her expression still stern, but her gaze met Jin's and for a fleeting moment, he saw a hint of the facade slipping, and beneath it, a glimmer of vulnerability, a fleeting glimpse of the complex, multifaceted person she truly was, leaving Jin torn between disgust at her manipulation and a pang of pity for this fragile, flawed individual. "Y-your Highness, how long have you been here?" Sohee stuttered, her doll-like face as white as a sheet.
"Long enough to find out how fake you are," Jin sneered as he pulled a bottle of alcohol from his bag and waved it at Sohee. "Here, disinfect your entire body with this, and while you're at it, don't forget to wash your filthy mouth too. I despise the words coming from it. The future queen of Hanyang is not just there to be arm candy. He or she should be there to help the king give its citizens equal treatment. You have proven to me that you will never be that person. You think so highly of yourself. You will be just like the other consorts of the present king -selfish and two-faced," Jin leered at her. "Now I know why Jeongguk won't even look at you. Want to hear a secret, Sohee? Pureblood omega and true blood alpha wolves have superior senses. I bet Erebus can sense your fakeness from miles away. Never come into my presence, and if you are desperate to marry a prince from Hanyang, try Jeongguk's other brothers. I'm sure they're dying to marry someone like you, someone fit to be a trophy consort."
"Y-your Highness, let me explain..." Sohee pleaded, but Jin was already making his way back to the hall, ignoring the princess.
As Jin disappeared into the hallway, Sohee's face crumpled, and she felt a stinging sensation in her eyes. She had expected Jin to be angry, but not to be so cruel. She had thought that by acting like a goody two-shoes, she would gain approval from Jeongguk's omega father, but it turned into an utter failure. However, as Sohee looked down at her hands, now shaking with emotion, she hardened herself once more. She couldn't let Jin's words get to her. She is a princess, and she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal -she will be Jungkook's mate.
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Notes:
Jin found out that he was right all along about Sohee. How will Sohee achieve her goal now? In the next update, we'll meet Min Yoongi.🍼🧷
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A/N: This might be a little late, but let's introduce the characters.
⌘ Lead Characters ⌘
♚ Jeon Jeongguk - turning 21, crown prince of Hanyang, a true blood alpha
♚ Erebus - Jeongguk's mischievous and hot-headed alpha
♚ Kim Taehyung - turning 20, cashier in a diner in Busanpo, orphan (parents died when he was 14), a pureblood omega
♚ Nyx - Taehyung's sassy and assertive omega, overprotective of his human because of their tragic past
❖ Supporting Characters ❖
♔ Namjoon - king of Hanyang, Jeongguk's alpha father
♔ Seokjin/Jin - (1st consort) King Consort of Namjoon, Jeongguk's omega father
♔ Chaos - Jin's strong-willed and dauntless omega
♔ Min Yoongi - alpha, Jeongguk's trusted friend
♔ Jung Hoseok - Namjoon's personal assistant
♔ Lee Jieun - Jin's personal assistant
♔ Park Jimin - Namjoon's doctor
♔ Han Sohee - an omega princess from Tamna Kingdom (Jeju Island), Minister Han's niece, is in love with Jeongguk
♔ Minister Han Daeso- First Minister of Hanyang, greedy and will do everything to stay in power
♔ Park Seojoon - alpha, Taehyung's cousin, took him in when his parents passed away
♔ Kim Minjae - alpha, Taehyung's current boyfriend
⌘ Namjoon's other consorts and their children ⌘
⊛ Seola - 2nd consort, mother of fraternal twins Alpha Eunwoo and Beta Soobin
⊛ Hyuna - 3rd consort, mother of omegas Hyebin and Hyerin
⊛ Yumi - 4th consort, mother of male omega Jay
⊛ Beom-seok - 5th consort, a male omega and father of beta Beomgyu
⊛ Hae-in - 6th consort, a male omega, childless
(Whoa! It seems like Sunday is the only day of rest for Namjoon. 😌 Don't hate on him too much in this story, but if you do, I guess it's understandable.)
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Frustrated and angry about what happened in the orphanage, Princess Sohee immediately fired and replaced her handmaids. Before doing so, she lashed out and cursed them, making them feel like the lowest of the low. Her words cut deep, leaving them trembling in fear and shame as they scrambled to gather their belongings.
Sohee arrived at her uncle's mansion, throwing a fit of rage. Minister Han's servants were cowering at the sight of the princess thrashing their master's living room.
As the echoes of her fury resonated through the opulent halls, Minister Han arrived, his expression a mix of concern and caution. He attempted to calm his niece, reminding her of her royal dignity and the importance of grace in moments of distress. But Sohee, consumed by her anguish and resentment, dismissed his words with a wave, pacing with clenched fists and a heart heavy with the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Jin. "How dare he! How dare the King Consort tell me that Jeongguk will never choose me as his mate! I, Han Sohee, the sole heir of Tamna Kingdom! How dare a commoner consort humiliate me!" Sohee yelled, her voice booming through the huge living room.
"Well, that commoner consort is the omega father of the crown prince. You should have been careful with your words in his presence," her aunt interjected.
Sohee gritted her teeth. "I don't understand why the king married a commoner like Jin. He's the only one among his consorts who isn't royalty."
Minister Han sat on the velvet couch. "Jin is one of those rare pureblood omegas," he began. "They are highly regarded because they're the only ones capable of birthing true blood alphas. The former king had sought the two remaining pureblood omegas to be his son's consorts before passing the throne to him. However, Hanyang soldiers only found Jin. The other pureblood female omega had fled before the king's soldiers could locate her."
"So, you're saying there's another pureblood omega out there, uncle? Does this mean there's another true blood alpha aside from Prince Jeongguk?" Sohee asked, her brow furrowed.
"No, the other pureblood omega had a son, who is also a pureblood omega like her," Minister Han revealed.
Sohee gasped as she covered her mouth. "A pureblood omega, but what if King Namjoon orders his soldiers to look for him? I will lose my chance to be Jeongguk's queen. That pureblood omega will have the same fate as the present King Consort. Uncle, that can't happen!"
Minister Han placed a reassuring hand on Sohee's shoulder, his voice steady and calming, "You have nothing to worry about, Sohee. I already took care of that omega and his parents. They're already dead. Your position as the future queen of Hanyang was secured five years ago. I made sure of it. And don't worry, even if King Consort Jin doesn't favor you. We have the king on our side. He will listen to me as I have him wrapped around my fingers."
Sohee heaved a sigh of relief at her uncle's reassuring words and felt the weight of her worries begin to lift. The knowledge that the potential rival for Jeongguk's affection had been eliminated allowed her to focus on her future without fear. Minister Han's influence over the king reassured her that her ambitions were secure, and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of her impending ascension. As they plotted their next move, Sohee was determined to make sure nothing would disrupt her path to the throne, firmly believing that no one deserves to be Jeongguk's mate and queen but her.
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"Jieun, has Jeongguk returned already?" Jin asked his assistant while tasting the dish he was cooking for his son.
"Yes, Your Highness, he just came in five minutes ago. He went straight to the chamber assigned for Sir Min Yoongi," Jieun replied, watching as Jin meticulously prepared his son's favorite dishes. "Um, Your Highness, why are you the one preparing the crown prince's food? We just came back from the orphanage and overseeing the construction of the new hospital. You must be tired right now."
"Jeongguk had recently recovered from wolfsbane poisoning and I don't want to take any chances. I don't trust the palace chefs. What if someone bribes them to poison Jeongguk again? There are vile and greedy people here who want to get rid of my son. I can't let my guard down," Jin responded, his grip around the ladle tightening. "Is the preparation done for the breakfast meeting tomorrow with the king's consorts?"
"Yes, Your Highness. I have sent the invitations to them," Jieun replied.
"Well done, Jieun. Now please help me bring the food to Jeongguk and Yoongi," Jin requested while filling the plates and bowls with mouth-watering dishes.
Jieun placed the food on the serving cart and also got a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge. Once the food and drinks were ready, Jin stepped out of his chamber to meet Jeongguk and Yoongi, with Jieun trailing behind him, pushing the serving cart.
As they made their way through the ornate halls adorned with gilded accents and vibrant tapestries, the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. Jin led the way, eager to discuss Jeongguk's upcoming birthday, while Jieun carefully maneuvered the cart, ensuring the dishes remained steady. When they arrived at Yoongi's chamber, Jin greeted Jeongguk and Yoongi with a warm smile, and Jieun set the elegant spread on the table. After setting the table, the lady assistant left, giving Jin, Jeongguk, and Yoongi some privacy.
As the door closed behind Jieun, Jin broke the silence. "Yoongi, I'm glad you're finally here. I feel at ease knowing Jeongguk will have someone competent to protect him. There have been attempts on his life."
"Papa, why do you worry so much? I can take care of myself," Jeongguk reassured, his voice steady despite the gravity of his father's words. "But Yoongi hyung, thank you for coming here to help me. I know my dad's just protective, but I want to show him that I can handle this." Yoongi nodded, a serious expression on his face. "It's my job now to keep you safe, Jeongguk, and I take it seriously. Just remember, I'll always have your back." The tension in the room began to ease as Jeongguk felt the weight of his father's worries and Yoongi's unwavering support.
"By the way, Guk, your father is preparing a party for your upcoming birthday. It will be held on one of our cruise ships," said Jin.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me anymore since my birthday celebrations are always grand whether I agree to them or not. I guess it's the perks and curse of being the crown prince," Jeongguk quipped.
"Lavishness isn't the only thing you should expect for your upcoming birthday. Your father, the king, wants you to choose your mate during the party. He plans to invite eligible omegas from royal and opulent families. He told me to convince you to marry before your coronation as the new king of Hanyang," Jin stated, his expression pensive as he held Jeongguk's gaze.
Jeongguk clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by the news. "Papa, I can't believe Dad would spring this on me on my birthday," Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why is he pressuring me to get married? And why do they have to come from influential clans? I told you both before that I want to marry for love, not for wealth and certainly not for power. I can achieve those things without marrying into a royal family," Jeongguk uttered with steely resolve.
Yoongi remained quiet on the sidelines, listening to the father and son's conversation but polite enough not to interrupt. He could see the tension in Jeongguk's posture and the determination etched across his face. Yoongi knew very well that no one could force Jeongguk to marry for alliances. They would have to go through Erebus first before that could happen.
"Just let your father do as he pleases for your birthday and if none of his selected candidates charm you, then dismiss them," Jin interjected with a gentle but firm tone. "Let's finish dinner so you and Yoongi can sleep early. I'm sure you're both tired," Jin added. He thought of telling Jeongguk about Sohee's behavior at the orphanage but decided to do it some other day. He needed to know first how Jeongguk felt about the princess. Sohee, minus her arrogance and pretense, was a very attractive omega, and he wouldn't blame Jeongguk if he was somehow smitten by her.
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Jeongguk was lying on his bed when he called out for Erebus, "Erebus, did you hear Papa earlier? The king is once again pressuring us to take a mate. I wonder what the rush is. We're too young to settle down. We're only 21, what the hell is the king thinking? It's like he's running out of time."
Erebus snorted, "Chaos Papa mindlinked me, saying that the king wanted to abdicate the throne and pass it on to us in three years. Maybe our father wants to spend more time with his wretched consorts."
Jeongguk sighed, frustration lacing his voice. "But we can't just leap into something we're not ready for. It feels like we're being forced into a life we haven't even begun to explore. I don't want to get married out of responsibility."
Erebus shrugged, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in amusement as he considered their father's motives. "Maybe he just wants an excuse to avoid all the royal responsibilities. Either way, we should strategize instead of sulking. If we're to be forced into this, we should at least have a say in who the person we're going to marry is! And that person is none other than the omega at the diner. So make sure he is invited to our birthday, or else you'll have the worst party ever," the true blood alpha threatened, flaring his bonfire scent.
Jeongguk couldn't help but laugh at Erebus's warning, his earlier frustration fading slightly as he considered the idea. "The omega at the diner, huh?" he mused, an intrigued smile creeping onto his face. "You really think he'd be up for it? It's not just about the title; I want someone who understands me."
Erebus nodded, the grin spreading wider as he responded, "Exactly! We may not choose this path ourselves, but we can make it ours. Let's not just find a mate; let's find someone who gets us and isn't just a pawn in the royal court's game."
Jeongguk pondered his wolf's suggestion. Perhaps he could have Taehyung's presence at his birthday without directly inviting him. Taehyung might find it strange if he were suddenly invited to the crown prince's birthday, and it could potentially upset him rather than impress him. Jeongguk realized he needed to carefully plan how to include the pretty omega without overwhelming him.
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Taehyung invited Minjae over to his apartment to have dinner together, much to Nyx's dismay. The omega had been sulking ever since Taehyung informed him that they would be spending time with his boyfriend. Nyx protested by filling the apartment with a musty scent instead of the calming and refreshing scent of an ocean breeze.
Taehyung tried to talk to his inner wolf and asked him not to embarrass him in front of Minjae. Nyx just shrugged nonchalantly without giving any answers.
When Minjae arrived, Nyx grunted through the mindlink. The spicy scent of pepper wafted through the air, irritating the omega. Taehyung felt the tension rise as Minjae approached, the alpha's presence making him both elated and nervous, while Nyx remained unhelpful and dismissive. Minjae handed him a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and Nyx wanted to punch the stupid, brainless alpha right then and there. Who gives flowers that symbolize death and grief to their lover? Only this bad-smelling alpha, Nyx grumbled. The gesture only intensified Nyx's loathing towards Minjae. Taehyung silently pleaded with his inner wolf to stay calm, hoping to make a good impression and not let his instincts take over in front of Minjae. Taehyung accepted the flowers and thanked Minjae.
Nyx listened to Taehyung's plea, and stayed quiet for a while. Despite finding Minjae's scent repulsive, Nyx tolerated it. However, after dinner, Minjae brought up a sensitive topic that caused Nyx to completely lose it. "Tae," Minjae began. "We have been dating for a few months now... " He paused, carefully choosing his words. "I will have my rut in a week's time, and I hope you can help me through it."
The mention of Minjae's upcoming rut triggered a protective instinct within Nyx. His irritation flared into anger as he imagined the alpha's expectations. Taehyung's eyes switched to the color sapphire as Nyx surfaced and took over. "You think I'd just be there to cater to your needs?!" Nyx snapped, unable to contain the rage in his voice. Taehyung's attempt to calm Nyx seemed futile as the alpha's request echoed in the air, leaving the tension between them simmering dangerously close to boiling over. Taehyung was scared of what his omega would do to the alpha.
"T-Taehyung, what's happening to you? You sounded and acted strange," Minjae stuttered. The musty scent Nyx was giving off intensified and he felt suffocated. Nyx closed his eyes, filling his thoughts with the mysterious true blood alpha they encountered at the diner to calm down and stop himself from ripping Taehyung's boyfriend into pieces. After taking a few deep breaths, Nyx opened his blue eyes, his intense gaze directed at Minjae. "Please, leave," he simply said. "I suddenly felt sick."
Minjae wanted to protest but the putrid scent Taehyung was releasing was making it hard for him to breathe properly. "Okay, I apologize if I said something that offended you. I'll try to be more careful next time," he mumbled, sounding hurt. Taehyung, having witnessed the exchange, felt bad for Minjae. The alpha got up from his seat, took a brief glance at Taehyung, and then left the apartment.
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Inside his car, Minjae dialed his phone and waited for the person to pick up. "Hello, Father. It's confirmed, Taehyung is a pureblood omega. He's the one we've been looking for, the one who will give me an heir to conquer Hanyang," he smirked.
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Notes:
Are we ready to take down Minjae? With so many obstacles, do you think Taehyung and Jungkook will end up together?🍼🧷
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Jin eyed each consort seated in the medium-sized conference hall of the palace. They looked more suited for a gala than a meeting, dressed in their most luxurious outfits and exuding an air of confidence and poise only royals could command.
Jin suppressed a sigh as he took note of the dazzling jewelry and meticulously styled hair. It seemed that their focus was more on appearances than the agenda at hand. He needed their attention for the pressing matter -the king's health. Yet their laughter and casual banter had set an unmistakable tone of frivolity that made him question if any serious discussion could ensue in this setting. Adjusting his posture, he prepared to assert his authority and steer the meeting back to the urgent issues that plagued his mind.
"May I have your attention, consorts!" Jin interrupted, causing the other consorts to pause and look his way. "That's much better. I called you all here today to discuss the king's health. I'm sure you have noticed that he's getting thinner and paler. I suggest you pay more attention to taking care of him rather than focusing on trivial matters like shopping and partying. As the king's consorts, your duties aren't limited to birthing his children. You are also responsible for ensuring the king's well-being."
"And how do you expect us to do that? The king never sets foot in our chambers," Consort Seola retorted, crossing her arms defiantly. "We can't care for someone who won't let us near him. If he continues to isolate himself, no amount of attention from us will change that. Perhaps we should address this issue with him directly instead of blaming each other for his decline." The other consorts murmured in agreement, uncertainty twisting their expressions as they contemplated Seola's words.
As Jin absorbed Seola's pointed remarks, realization dawned on him. The other consorts weren't just neglectful by choice -they were cut off from the king's life, leaving him to suffer in solitary silence. But why? Jin asked himself. Why would Namjoon refrain from visiting his other consorts?
Jin's thoughts were interrupted when Consort Hyuna spoke, "After marrying the last consort, Hae-in, seven years ago, the king has stopped coming to our chambers altogether. I'm not surprised because I'm aware that the king only married us to benefit Hanyang."
"The king never came to you? Not even for coffee or a meal?" Jin asked, his eyes scanning the faces of the consorts waiting for their response. What was Namjoon attempting to gain from avoiding his other consorts? Did the king think he could forget and forgive just because he was distancing himself from his consorts?
"No, the king hasn't come to any of our chambers, but I heard he was visiting yours lately," Beom-seok interjected, his tone filled with both intrigue and jealousy. The room fell silent as the other consorts exchanged glances, uncertainty mingling with curiosity. Jin felt uneasy under the attention, as he pondered the implications of the king's elusive affections and the tensions brewing among the consorts.
Yumi, who had been listening to them, interjected, "The king doesn't even visit our children. He only calls for them to scold and reprimand them whenever he thinks they aren't behaving properly. But I heard he often visits the crown prince's chamber and even stayed there when Prince Jeongguk was sick. The king clearly favors you and your son," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"I don't appreciate that," Jin shot back. "I'd prefer the king to visit you instead of coming to my chamber. I'm not enjoying his attention. Plus, the only reason we're talking is because of the crown prince. He came to my chamber to remind me about Prince Jeongguk's birthday."
"I'm sure he also discussed with you that the crown prince should choose a mate for himself, didn't he?" Seola chimed in, her tone laced with sarcasm. "It's all part of his grand plan, isn't it? To ensure his lineage remains strong by meddling in the crown prince's affairs." The other consorts nodded in agreement, their expressions darkening. "While our children are left to fend for themselves, the king preoccupies himself with the whims of the crown prince. It's as if Prince Jeongguk is his only concern."
Jin straightened up, glaring at the consorts. "Your children are all enjoying the perks of being princes and princesses of Hanyang without lifting a finger. My son, on the other hand, is burdened with the weight of expectation and responsibility that comes with being the crown prince," he said, looking pointedly at Seola, his voice steady. "While you may call it meddling, the king is simply preparing Jeongguk for the challenges he will inevitably face. A strong lineage is essential, yes, but so is a strong leader. Your children will benefit from having a capable monarch at the helm. And besides, they're already adults, not children who need to be babysat." There was a pin-drop silence, the tension palpable as Jin's words hung in the air, challenging their grievances.
"So if I were you, Consort Seola, I would watch my words. I've realized that this meeting is fruitless and all you can contribute are complaints, so we might as well end it. I will hire private nurses and nutritionists to take care of the king. You're all dismissed," Jin's proclamation cut through the tension like a knife, leaving the consorts momentarily stunned.
Jin took a few deep breaths as the last consort exited the hall. Ultimately, the decision regarding Namjoon's health was his to make.
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Yoongi and Jeongguk were in the latter's office. Jeongguk was watching a video on his laptop. He admiringly glanced at Yoongi who was eating tangerines. "Yoongi hyung, you did a good job training these special soldiers. I'm impressed."

Yoongi looked up from the tangerine he was peeling, a small smile curling on his lips at Jeongguk's compliment. "Thanks, Jeongguk. It took a lot of effort, but seeing them improve makes it all worth it," he replied, savoring the sweet citrus. Jeongguk nodded, feeling a surge of pride for his hyung's dedication, and turned back to the screen.
"Thanks, hyung, for helping me achieve my dreams," Jeongguk said, his voice filled with sincerity.
"You don't have to thank me. You're like my younger brother," Yoongi smiled, the warmth between them palpable as they shared this moment. "And remember, Jeongguk, it's your hard work and talent that bring those dreams to life. I'm just here to support you. By the way, your overseas investments are also doing great and your gaming company is now number one in the world. With these developments, your total net worth is larger than Hanyang itself. Additionally, we have acquired the most advanced weapons in all of Asia. No other kingdom has them except Hanyang. At this rate, no one will dare challenge this kingdom."
Jungkook chuckled, a mix of relief and joy in his eyes. "This has been my goal since I was a teenager, hyung," he said, taking a moment to absorb Yoongi's words. The duo sat together, the citrus scent lingering in the air. "But I owe so much of this success to you, hyung. Your guidance and belief in me have made all the difference."
Yoongi shrugged, a humble light in his expression. "I'm helping you because I know why you're doing this. I have seen you grow up detesting the king's way of strengthening Hanyang."
Yoongi's words brought back memories of Jeongguk's childhood. He could never forget all those nights he heard his omega father crying in his room because the king had married another consort. At that moment, he made a promise to himself that his future mate would never suffer like his father did. His future mate would never have to share him with anyone just to keep Hanyang on top. Jeongguk vowed to ensure that his future mate would never shed a tear because of him.
"That has always been the plan, hyung. To eradicate every weakness in Hanyang so those wretched ministers will have no reason to push their agendas. I'll ensure that nothing comes between us, that I can protect my mate and create a future free of the strife that plagued my Papa's life," Jeongguk declared. His resolve strengthened with every word; the haunting memories of Jin's pain fueled his determination to forge a different path. A path where love reigns and loyalty stands unwavering against the oppressive tide of tradition and duty. In his heart, he vowed to rewrite their fate-his future mate would know only safety, love, and happiness. Shielded from the cruel politics of Hanyang's court.
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Yoongi was about to lock the door of his chamber when he chanced upon Hoseok. They used to be classmates in university, and Yoongi had a little (or maybe a big) crush on him. Yoongi wanted to pursue the king's beta assistant, but never did because Jeongguk needed him. He promised the younger alpha that he would help him make Hanyang the most powerful kingdom and would never need assistance from other kingdoms. To do that, Yoongi must always travel overseas, train soldiers, and help Jeongguk manage his businesses abroad.
But seeing Hoseok once again after a long time rekindled feelings Yoongi thought he had buried deep. The sight of Hoseok, with his familiar smile and vibrant energy, made memories of their university days flood back, stirring longing and regret within him.

Hoseok, sensing eyes on him, turned to face Yoongi. A smile broke on his lips upon recognizing the alpha he hadn't seen in a while. "Yoongi!" Hoseok greeted, his eyes lighting up with surprise and warmth. "It's been ages! How have you been?"
Yoongi smiled back, feeling the infectious cheeriness of Hoseok enveloping him like a warm embrace, momentarily easing the tension that had built up within him. "I've been good, just got back from abroad," Yoongi replied, his heart racing as he took in the sight of Hoseok. Every detail of his exuberance pulled at the threads of memories. "And you? You always seem to be up to something exciting." Despite his attempts to maintain a casual tone, he felt a stirring in his chest - a mix of affection and admiration that never truly faded.
"I'm good too, just busy taking care of the king's affairs. Are you staying for good, or are you going overseas again?" Hoseok asked, his almond-shaped eyes fixed on Yoongi's feline ones.
"I think I'm staying in Hanyang for good," Yoongi replied, feeling a sense of finality wash over him. The idea of being close to Hoseok was both comforting and intimidating, as he contemplated whether it was time to act on his feelings. However, he gathered his courage. Now that he had fulfilled his promise to Jeongguk, perhaps it was time to allow himself to consider the possibility of finally asking Hoseok out. "It's nice to be home, especially now that I can reconnect with old friends. Speaking of that, would you mind having dinner with me sometime?"
Hoseok was taken aback by the sudden invitation, his heart racing at the prospect of spending more time with Yoongi. He had always admired the elder in college but never got the chance to get close to him. Yoongi used to be a recluse and only spent time with his best friend, the crown prince. Now that the alpha was asking him out, he would never let this chance slip away. "I'd love that," he replied, a smile breaking across his face as he tried to hide his excitement. "How about this weekend?" he asked.
A wide grin spread across Yoongi's face. "Weekend sounds great! Can I have your number so I can text you the time I will pick you up?"
Hoseok felt a flutter of nervous excitement as he exchanged numbers with Yoongi, their fingers brushing briefly, sending a jolt of electricity between them. "I guess I'll see you this weekend," Hoseok mumbled shyly as he fidgeted with his phone, trying to mask the warmth creeping up his cheeks.
Yoongi flashed a small, reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief, before leaning in slightly. "Yeah, looking forward to it," he replied, his voice low and inviting, causing Hoseok to turn into a blushing mess.
Yoongi felt like he was on cloud nine as his gaze followed Hoseok's retreating figure. Hoseok glanced back over his shoulder, their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Yoongi couldn't help but smile wider. He was glad he found the courage to ask Hoseok out, and maybe even woo him later.
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Three days of radio silence on Minjae's part. Understandably, Taehyung couldn't blame the alpha. Last time they met, Nyx lashed out at him. "You should be grateful; I held myself back. It took everything in me not to tear your boyfriend apart. How could he suggest that we spend his rut with him?! The audacity!" Nyx snarled through the mindlink.
Taehyung's stomach twisted at the memory of Nyx's explosive words and how Minjae flinched at his omega's outburst. He understood Minjae's need for space; after all, Minjae surely thought that it was Taehyung who snapped at him. There are very few pureblood omegas that exist, so it's uncommon knowledge that their inner wolf could take full control over their human. His mother had often warned him not to reveal that he is a pureblood omega because it would put him in danger.
As days stretched into silence, uncertainty gnawed at Taehyung. Would Minjae return, or had Nyx's outburst made the alpha rethink their relationship? He was about to scold his omega when the door of the diner swung open and in walked Minjae, wearing a bright smile and holding a single red rose.

"M-minjae, you're here," Taehyung stuttered as he accepted the flower from Minjae. "Thank you, I thought you were upset with me."
Minjae feigned a look of guilt. He understood that to earn Taehyung's trust, he needed to act like the perfect lover -similar to those in cliché romantic novels. "I am sorry for not contacting or seeing you for a few days. I felt ashamed and regretful for asking you to help me with my rut. Please forgive me, Taehyung," he said, attempting to make his voice sound genuinely remorseful.
"Your boyfriend should be an actor, I almost teared up at his drama," Nyx snickered through the mindlink. "I'm out. I can't stand him." With that, Nyx receded and blocked the link.
Taehyung was fed up with his omega but decided to ignore him. He was happy and relieved that Minjae wasn't breaking up with him and was apologizing, even though it was Nyx who lost his temper. Taehyung met Minjae's gaze. "I should be the one apologizing for yelling at you. It's just that I wasn't ready for what you were asking me. I want my first time to be after marriage. I hope you will respect my wishes."
Minjae took Taehyung's hand and kissed it gently. "If that's what you want, then I will wait until our marriage. I love you, Taehyung. I promise I'll be the best mate to you."
Taehyung's heart swelled at Minjae's response, feeling a mix of gratitude and warmth flood through him. The tension that had built up earlier seemed to dissipate in their shared moment, and he realized how much Minjae's love and understanding meant to him. "Thank you," Taehyung replied softly, squeezing Minjae's hand back. "Your patience means the world to me, and I promise to be the best partner for you, too."
If only Taehyung knew that Minjae wasn't the good person he pretended to be.
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Notes:
What do you think Jin will feel after finding out that Namjoon isn't visiting his other consorts anymore? Do you think Namjoon is still hoping Jin can forgive him? Amidst the pressure of his position, can Jungkook really live up to his words of having only one mate? 🍼🧷
Chapter Text
Prince Soobin, Prince Eunwoo's beta twin was trudging down the hallway exiting the palace when his eyes caught sight of the oncoming visitors. A face so familiar and pretty was leading the entourage -male omega Choi Yeonjun, the youngest son of Second Minister Choi and Prince Soobin's ultimate crush.
Soobin and Yeonjun were classmates at Hanyang Royal Academy, often sharing laughs during late-night study sessions and engaging in playful banter during their lessons. Despite their playful rapport, Soobin's heart raced every time Yeonjun flashed his bright smile, feeling a mix of admiration and shyness overwhelming him. As Yeonjun approached with confidence radiating from him, Soobin felt a flutter of hope -perhaps today was the day he would find the courage to express his feelings.
Excitedly, Soobin prepped himself, straightening his posture and taking a deep breath as Yeonjun drew closer.
Yeonjun and his entourage bowed to the prince as they approached him. Soobin smiled at Yeonjun, admiring the omega's beauty. "Yeonjun, are you here to see your dad?" he asked. Soobin knew that there were times when the ministers were too busy with their jobs to come home to their families for days or even weeks, so they were provided with their own quarters inside the palace. He thought that maybe Yeonjun was missing his dad, prompting him to visit the palace.
The omega shifted awkwardly on his feet before meeting the prince's gaze. "Um, that's not the reason I'm here," Yeonjun stammered slightly. His cheeks reddened as if he was about to say something improper. "I'm here because I'm going to stay here from now on."
Soobin narrowed his eyes and then noticed the large suitcases beside Yeonjun's servants, realization hitting him like a wave. "You mean you're staying at the palace?" Soobin asked, a mix of disbelief and excitement bubbling within him. The thought of spending more time with Yeonjun filled him with joy, already thinking of the countless memories they could create together in such an opulent setting. As Yeonjun nodded, a shy smile breaking through his initial awkwardness, Soobin felt his heart surge with hope. Maybe this was indeed the perfect opportunity to express what had been building inside him all along.
But despite his excitement, Soobin couldn't understand why Yeonjun would be staying at the palace. He was about to ask the omega when Second Minister Choi and his assistant arrived and approached them. They bowed to Soobin before the minister turned his attention to his son. "Yeonjun, you're already here," he said, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "You should have made yourself more appealing. What are you wearing? You are covered like a potato sack!"
Yeonjun winced at his father's cutting remarks, feeling embarrassed to be scolded in front of the prince. He forced a smile and shrugged off the criticism, trying to maintain his composure despite the sting of his father's words, but his father's stern expression only deepened. "You need to make yourself more alluring, especially in front of the crown prince. How are you going to make him notice you if you're looking like this? Do you know that the omegas in the concubine wing look like they stepped out of a fashion magazine? And yet, the prince has never even set foot there to check them out. You should do better, showcase your charm and elegance if you want to catch his eye," Minister Choi continued, his tone sharp ignoring the fact that he was reprimanding his son in front of Prince Soobin.
Soobin was accustomed to this, with the ministers showing little to no respect for him because, aside from not being the crown prince, he is a mere beta. Unlike his twin, Eunwoo, who is an alpha and was much more respected than him. But being accustomed to this treatment didn't mean it hurt any less. Ordinary people think that being royal was easy. They don't know that there are hierarchies that come with their subgenders. He could already feel its impact right now as his heart dropped upon learning that Yeonjun was here for the crown prince to be one of his concubines.
Soobin's thoughts were interrupted when Yeonjun replied to his father, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'll dress better while I stay in the palace," he said, with forced cheerfulness in his voice barely masking the hurt behind his eyes.
The minister scoffed, "You have to. It will be a great honor for our family if the crown prince chooses you to be one of his consorts. I didn't send you to the best university in Hanyang just to settle for less," the minister said, his gaze fixed on Soobin as if warning him not to desire someone he doesn't deserve. Then he turned to his assistant. "Changmin, ensure Yeonjun receives proper guidance on royal etiquette and attire. We cannot afford any mistakes during this crucial time. Take him to his quarters in the concubine wing," he ordered before walking away.
As soon as the minister was out of earshot, Soobin cleared his throat. "Changmin-ssi, can you bring Yeonjun's entourage with his suitcases ahead to the concubine wing? I'll just have a word with him," he requested, his voice steady but filled with concern. He needed to ensure that Yeonjun came willingly to be one of the crown prince's concubines, but more importantly, he wanted to offer him comfort and support after what the omega had been through earlier. As Changmin nodded and hurried off with the servants, Soobin turned to Yeonjun, who looked both bewildered and apprehensive. "Let's go to the refreshment wing. I bet you could use some drinks to calm your nerves," he said gently, hoping to ease some of the tension that hung thick in the air.
After finishing their sodas, Soobin met Yeonjun's eyes. "So, you're here to be one of Prince Jeongguk's concubines?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the heavy feeling in his chest. The omega he cherished was going to belong to Prince Jeongguk, thanks to his status as a true blood alpha and crown prince of Hanyang, getting everything without having to ask for it.
Yeonjun shifted nervously, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I suppose so," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I mean who wouldn't want to be one of Prince Jeongguk's concubines? He's the epitome of charm and power, and I've always admired him."
Soobin's heart sank at Yeonjun's words, the weight of unspoken feelings crushing him. He forced a small smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside, but his usual confidence felt like a fragile mask. The thought of Yeonjun, the omega he cherished so deeply, being claimed by someone else gnawed at him, igniting a primal urge to assert his own feelings before it was too late. "But do you really want that?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm brewing within.
Yeonjun hesitated, his hands fidgeting as he processed Soobin's question. "It's not about what I want," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's about duty and expectation. Everyone wants to be in his good graces, and my father wants me to fulfill this role to elevate our family's status." Soobin's heart ached at Yeonjun's response, realizing how deeply duty was entrenched in the world they lived in.
"Don't you want to marry for love?" Soobin pressed gently, desperation lacing his tone.
Yeonjun's eyes flickered with something unspoken, a conflict between societal obligations and his own desires. "I do, but... love doesn't hold the same weight in our world as duty does. My family expects a union that ensures stability, prestige, and power-something built on practicality rather than passion. It's a hard reality to face, Prince Soobin, but in our lives, love often takes a backseat to responsibility," he admitted, the weight of reality crashing down on him.
Soobin felt the chasm widen between them, realizing that love might not be enough in a world ruled by expectations. Yet all he wanted was to sweep Yeonjun away from the confines of duty and into a future forged by their own choice. "But you will be like all the other omegas in the crown prince's concubine wing -neglected and forgotten. My brother, Prince Jeongguk, is one stubborn wolf. He isn't one to follow traditions and rules set by the royal court. He will never let the ministers dictate who he shall mate with. He will never give you any attention, let alone love. You will spend your youth, your life -alone and isolated there just like the other concubines chosen for him," Soobin said, his voice softening as he took a step closer, desperation mingling with hope.
"You shouldn't have to sacrifice your heart for your family's expectations. You deserve happiness, Yeonjun. You deserve someone who will be there for you, someone who will treat you like you're the most precious person in the world. And you will never have that if you become the crown prince's concubine."
"I'm choosing this. It's better than disappointing my father," Yeonjun replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of sorrow. "I can't run away from my responsibilities, Prince Soobin. My family, my legacy-it's all at stake. It's not just about me anymore." He met Soobin's earnest gaze. "And besides, I have to honor the sacrifices they've made for me. It's time I step up and carry the weight of their expectations. I wish things were different, but this is my reality now." Yeonjun's resolve hardened, knowing that by obeying his father, he would earn at least a bit of his approval. Something that is hard to get when you're an omega son.
Soobin wanted to argue more. He wanted to ask Yeonjun to choose him over the crown prince, but jokes on him... what could he offer the omega when he's just an insignificant beta prince, who no one noticed, not even by his own parents. With a heavy heart and against his will, he walked Yeonjun to the concubine wing.
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One of the royal servants knocked on Jeongguk's chamber. He and Yoongi were in the middle of a strategic discussion when the servant entered, bowing respectfully. "Your Highness, a message from the ministers," the servant announced, handing over a sealed letter. Jeongguk's brow furrowed in curiosity while Yoongi leaned in, intrigued. As Jeongguk broke the seal, he couldn't shake the feeling that the message would ruin another perfectly planned day. "It seems that the vultures in the palace are wasting no time in pursuing their own agendas," Jeongguk mused, sharing a glance with Yoongi that spoke volumes as he read the letter. The ministers were requesting him to visit the concubine wing and meet the omegas. What a joke!
Yoongi shook his head, feeling amused and intrigued. "You're one lucky prince, Wangseja. They are sending their best omegas to be your concubines. At this rate you'll need to bed at least three concubines a day to keep up with the numbers," he teased.
Erebus snorted, "Tell your friend that I have standards, and I don't just stick my dick in any random hole. Ewww, I'll rip those ministers' heads off before they can force me to mate with their kin."
Jeongguk chuckled at his wolf's words. "As soon as I ascend the throne, I will abolish the concubine wing and send those concubines home," he muttered. Jeongguk's resolve was clear, with a fierce determination burning within him as he crumpled the letter in his hand. "I refuse to be a pawn in their games like my father," he declared, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling around him. "This kingdom deserves more than alliances forged through bedchambers. I will marry and mate the one I choose, the one who will own my heart. And it doesn't matter whether the royal court accepts the person or not." The weight of the expectation pressed hard against him, but he was ready to challenge tradition for love. As he uttered those words, his thoughts drifted to the pretty omega in the diner.
"You sound like you have already found your person. Am I right or are you just determined to break free from the confines of tradition?" Yoongi interrupted, drawing Jeongguk's attention. "You didn't have to crush that letter so dramatically; just admit it, you're smitten. Are you going to introduce me to this person who seems to capture your elusive heart?"
Jeongguk paused, the intensity in his gaze softening as he considered Yoongi's teasing words. "Maybe I am," he admitted, a small smile creeping onto his lips, "but it's not yet time. I haven't introduced myself to him yet, and I don't want the ministers to learn about him. They will surely use it against me, and he is someone I want to protect, even if that means waiting a little longer," Jeongguk continued, his voice lowering as he glanced around to ensure they were not overheard. His thoughts flickered back to the omega in the diner. "I will show you when the time is right; I just need to make my vision for the kingdom-and my heart-a reality."
"Alright, just remember, I have your back. Let's reform Hanyang for the better," Yoongi replied with a reassuring nod, sensing the weight of Jeongguk's resolve. "But don't forget, love can't thrive in the shadows forever. When the time comes, you need to embrace your feelings openly, not just for him, but for yourself too." Jeongguk smiled at his friend's support, feeling both the pressure of his royal duties and the thrill of the uncharted path ahead as he envisioned a future where love could coexist with his responsibilities.
Jeongguk didn't tell Yoongi that the omega he likes is currently in a relationship, which is the reason he can't be with him yet.
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At the diner~
Taehyung and his cousin Seojoon were watching an afternoon K-drama when a newsflash interrupted their cozy viewing. The screen displayed a breaking report on the royal family of Hanyang, highlighting Jeongguk's upcoming 21st birthday and the speculation that the crown prince is to choose his mate or mates during the highly anticipated event. Seojoon raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Looks like the most powerful heir will settle down soon. I bet his coronation as king won't be too far behind. This is what happened to his father, the current king. He chose a mate before he took over the throne from his father." Seojoon scoffed, "I wonder how many concubines the crown prince will marry. I bet he's going to surpass the number his father has. These royals collect mates like toys."
But Taehyung, with his eyes glued to the flat screen, didn't register any of his cousin's words. The birthday of the crown prince had awakened the trauma he had kept hidden deep within him: memories of a past he couldn't escape -his family's tragic death at the hands of the king's soldiers.
As Seojoon continued to speculate about the royal family's future, Taehyung felt a tightness in his chest, the laughter and chatter around him fading into a dull hum. The mere mention of the crown prince's birthday stirred a storm of unresolved emotions, guilt, and anger swirling inside him. Despite the comforting setting of the diner, he was consumed by the shadows of his past, realizing that the fate of the crown prince could somehow intertwine with his own, forcing him to confront the demons he thought he had buried forever.
"Hyung, could I take a short break?" he asked, breathing unevenly, his voice cracking slightly.
"O-okay, take your time. Maybe you should head home if you're unwell. I'll close up the diner early too," Seojoon replied, looking at his cousin with concern.
Taehyung nodded silently, his mind already racing as he stepped outside into the crisp air, needing to distance himself from the warmth of the diner that now felt suffocating. Each breath was a battle as memories flooded back-his family, their laughter, and the abrupt silence that had followed their horrific demise. The crown prince's birthday celebration symbolized everything he had lost, and the possibility of his own unresolved pain intersecting with royal affairs was daunting.
As he leaned against the cool metal of the diner's exterior, he felt a need for adrenaline, to run, and to drown the pain that clung to him like a shadow. And so he shifted, letting Nyx take over. He could hear the cracking of thunder and the sudden roaring of ocean waves, marking the emergence of his pureblood omega. Nyx surged forth with a primal energy, pushing past the remnants of Taehyung's grief and hesitation as he completed their transformation.
Nyx had defied many stereotypes against omegas. His color was the opposite of the soft colors omegas usually possessed. His color was as black as the night from which his name was taken. He wasn't affected by alpha's rut pheromones and had never submitted to any wolf he came across so far. Even during his heat, no alpha could force themselves on him.
The midnight black wolf ran through the darkened streets, the pounding of his paws echoing like a heartbeat against the concrete. The wind whipped through Nyx's fur, carrying away the weight of Taehyung's sorrow and granting him a fleeting sense of freedom. Each stride melded with the rhythm of nature, as if the world around him pulsed in sync with his primal instincts. In this form, with every growl and leap, he felt powerful, capable of confronting the pain that haunted him. Nyx ran in the direction of the sea, the one place he knew Taehyung would find temporary relief and solace.
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Minjae's father gave him a peculiar looking vial. "What is this, Dad?" he asked, curiously examining the vial in his hand.
"It's a rare aphrodisiac, meticulously crafted by an alchemist from Galicia, Spain. It's the key to impregnating the pureblood omega without much trouble. Once he drinks it, he won't even realize what's happening. It will force him into heat and he won't be able to resist his instincts," his father explained, a wicked glint in his eye. "He will beg for a knot, and you, Minjae, will give it to him."
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Notes:
Do you think the king had a hand in killing Taehyung's family? Considering his past trauma, what will convince Taehyung to agree to attend Jeongguk's birthday?🍼🧷
Chapter 10
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
As he stood atop a cliff overlooking the turbulent sea, Nyx's memories flooded back -dancing lights of torches and the vibrant colors of royal banners, moments of joy quickly tainted by the horrors that unfolded. Taehyung had only wanted a glimpse of the life he felt so estranged from, but that day had unraveled into chaos, leaving scars that marred his heart and haunted his nights. The waves crashed against the rocks below, their fury mirroring the tempest within him, while Nyx breathed in the salty air, longing for the healing that only the ocean could offer him and his troubled soul.
⚜️ Flashbacks~
Park Tae-ri, one of the two most coveted pureblood omegas, was engaged to her childhood friend and first love, Kim Hyung-jae, when the king of Hanyang at the time issued a decree. The decree stated that the last two pureblood omegas were to be brought to the palace to become the crown prince's concubines and bear the true blood alpha heirs.
Tae-ri and Jin were working at the diner in Busanpo owned by Tae-ri's brother, the same one Taehyung was currently working at. The two had become best friends since they were both pureblood omegas and could relate well to each other.
"Jin, why don't you come with us? Hyung-jae and I are planning to go to Dalgu and settle there. You don't have to force yourself to become one of the crown prince's concubines and be treated like a breeding omega. You're worth more than that. Don't waste your youth when you can find true love and be happy," Tae-ri pleaded, her eyes shimmering with earnest concern for her friend.
Jin's heart fluttered at the thought of escaping the oppressive expectations of royal life, yet a flicker of doubt lingered. "But Tae-ri, I don't want to burden you and Hyung-jae."
Tae-ri reached out, squeezing Jin's hand reassuringly. "You are our friend and I consider you as my brother. You will never be a burden to us. I'm worried about you. Palace life, despite being said to be glamorous, can be suffocating. You deserve to find your own path, to chase your dreams without the weight of crowns and duty. We can find a way to make it work together." Her voice was firm yet gentle as she met Jin's gaze.
Jin paused as he considered his friend's suggestions. He knew that as the crown prince's concubine, he might never experience the love he had always dreamed of. However, if he were to escape, if he were to agree to flee with Tae-ri and Hyung-jae, the king would stop at nothing to hunt them down. This would put Tae-ri and Hyung-jae in danger as the king would surely separate the young lovers. Could Jin bear to see Tae-ri suffer if she were taken away from her mate? No, he would rather sacrifice his own happiness for the only family he had known since his parents passed. "I can't come with you, Tae-ri," he finally decided.
Just then, a breathless Hyung-jae entered the diner. "Tae-ri, we have to go now! The king's soldiers are on their way here. If we don't hurry, we might not be able to escape," he said, catching his breath.
Tae-ri, with her pleading eyes, tried to convince Jin again, "Jin, please, come with us."
"I'm sorry, Tae-ri. Maybe this is the best decision for me. I will finally have the family I've always craved. Now, go with Hyung-jae and live happily," he said, giving Tae-ri a final hug with tears in his eyes.
"Are you sure, Jin? You don't have to do this. You know the crown prince will take other consorts. He will never be yours alone. You'll always be competing for his affection. Please, think about it," Tae-ri urged, desperation evident in her voice.
Jin held her gaze, his heart aching as he weighed the consequences of his choice. "I have to think of you two," he replied softly. "If the king finds out, he won't just punish me; he'll destroy what you have together. I can't let that happen. My fate is sealed, but yours can still be bright. Just go!" With that, he pushed Tae-ri toward Hyung-jae, who stood ready to flee, hoping against hope that his sacrifice would ensure their safety and happiness. Tae-ri dejectedly left with Hyung-jae, and that was the last time Jin saw her.
Two years later, Jin gave birth to Jeongguk, a true blood alpha and the next king of Hanyang. The former king and Namjoon had forgotten about the other pureblood omega who had escaped from them.
Tae-ri and Hyung-jae settled in a secluded village in Dalgu Kingdom, far from the king's influence, trying to forge a new life. Three years after they mated, Tae-ri gave birth to a pureblood omega son named Taehyung. He was a spirited child with the same fiery determination as his mother, and a beauty that rivaled that of the Moon Goddess.
Tae-ri and Hyung-jae's idyllic life in the secluded village was clouded by the constant fear of King Namjoon's ambition to secure a pureblood omega for his own lineage. This fear led them to impose strict boundaries on their son's interactions with outsiders, keeping him close to protect him from the king's grasp. They created an atmosphere of both love and confinement in an effort to shield Taehyung from a fate that could shatter their hopes for a peaceful existence.
But fate had its own ways. Six years ago, Taehyung, ever so curious, slipped out of their house one day to see the parade dedicated to the visiting king of Hanyang, Namjoon.
During the royal parade celebration, the king noticed Taehyung, who stood out from the rest despite wearing simple clothes. Namjoon quickly deduced that the teenager was one of the rare purebloods judging from his strong and peculiar scent. He immediately ordered Minister Han to bring the boy to him. The minister followed the command, though he had a wicked plan in mind.
"What's your name, young one?" Namjoon asked the confused and nervous lad.
Taehyung, unaware of the king's intention, replied nervously, "Kim Taehyung, Your Majesty."
"Taehyung, would you like to attend the crown prince's 15th birthday? It will be tomorrow at the palace in Hanyang. I'm sure you and Prince Jeongguk will get along well. Besides, my son is really handsome," Namjoon said fondly, admiring the young omega in front of him. He had never seen such beauty since Jin.
Taehyung's eyes widened "Huh?!" The unexpected invitation left Taehyung both flattered and anxious. He could feel the weight of the king's gaze upon him. "I-uh, yes, Your Majesty! That would be an honor," he stammered, trying to mask his anxiety while wondering why the king was inviting a commoner like him to such a prestigious gathering. Little did he know that this encounter would cost him the people he loved the most.
"Leave your address with Minister Han. Tomorrow, he and the guards will come to fetch you and your parents to escort you to the palace," the king instructed, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Taehyung nodded in disbelief as he hurriedly scribbled down his address, the reality of the invitation sinking in. There was a mixture of excitement and trepidation swirling inside him; he had always dreamed of the grandeur of royal events, yet he was nervous about living up to the expectations that would come with such an honor. "Thank you for the invitation, Your Majesty. I'll take my leave now."
Due to his excitement, Taehyung failed to notice the sinister stare directed at him by Minister Han.
"Minister Han, please ensure that you bring that omega and his parents to the palace. That boy will be Prince Jeongguk's first concubine. He will provide Hanyang with another true blood alpha heir," Namjoon instructed, his gaze trailing the departing figure of the young omega.
Minister Han nodded, concealing a sly grin, his mind already scheming on how to get rid of Taehyung and his parents. He couldn't let history repeat itself. He couldn't let some worthless omega take the place of his niece. Sohee would be the first consort and queen of Jeongguk, he would make sure of it. He called for his nephew, Chan, in secret. Chan was the head of King Namjoon's guards. "Chan, gather some of the guards. We're going to eliminate that omega boy and his family. We cannot allow another trashy commoner to enter Hanyang and become the crown prince's first consort. We will proceed before dawn," Minister Han instructed.
"I'll do it right away, Uncle," Chan replied, his voice steady and obedient. Minister Han's grip on power was unwavering, and Chan was eager to prove his loyalty to their clan.
"After we dispose of the family, I need you to take out the guards who will be with us, so none of them can spill our secret," Minister Han continued with a sinister gleam in his eyes. "The king must not find out that we have eliminated the pureblood omega and his family." He envisioned the swift execution of his plan, confident that by getting rid of Taehyung and his family, he would ensure Sohee's position as the future queen of Hanyang and firmly entrench his own family's influence in the royal court. He was convinced that power could only be preserved through ruthlessness.
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Heading home, Taehyung was really excited, but he didn't know how to break the news to his parents. "I'm telling you, Taehyung. This isn't a good idea. Even Mama Gaia (Tae-ri's omega) will be upset if she learns that you went to see the parade, and worse, you met with the king," his omega, Nyx, said anxiously. "You will get us both into trouble. I don't want to be scolded by our moms. Why can't you just stay put and not cause any more chaos?"
Taehyung chuckled, brushing off Nyx's concerns with a playful wink. He knew his omega's worry was valid but the thrill of the day's escapades-the laughter, the colors of the parade, and the unexpected encounter with the king-was too captivating to simply dismiss. "Come on, Nyx," he said, grinning. "A little adventure never hurt anyone, and besides, it's not like I did anything wrong... not really. Now the only problem is how to tell and convince Mom and Dad to attend the crown prince's party with us."
Nyx scoffed, "Good luck with that. I'm not helping you with your wild schemes this time. You're on your own. You know how Mom Tae-ri feels about surprises, especially when they involve royalty."
Taehyung rolled his eyes, his excitement undeterred by Nyx's reluctance. "Don't worry, I've got a plan!" he asserted, already brainstorming ways to sweeten the deal and get their parents on board. He loved the thrill of convincing them, and the prospect of sharing this incredible experience with his family only fueled his determination. With a reassuring smile, he added, "Trust me, Nyx, it'll all work out; we're in for a fantastic night!"
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Quietly, Taehyung slipped into their cottage, attempting to sneak past the living room where his parents were seated, engrossed in conversation. However, his mother's eyes had already caught sight of him. "Taehyung, where have you been? We were so worried. Why were you out so late?" she inquired, her tone a blend of concern and curiosity. "We told you not to wander off too far without informing us."
Taehyung paused, torn between the thrill of his day and his mother's genuine concern. However, his excitement got the best of him as he exclaimed, "I went to the parade and met the king!" His mother's expression shifted instantly from worry to disbelief, while Nyx groaned, anticipating their mother's inevitable lecture. Undeterred, Taehyung went on, "And there's more! The crown prince is throwing a birthday party, and the king invited us!" Nyx facepalmed, or rather, facepawed, wanting to smack his human.
His mother's eyes widened, a mixture of astonishment and apprehension crossing her face as she processed what her son had just said. "Taehyung, you know that this could lead to trouble, right?" she replied, her tone now edged with protective concern.
"But why? Other people would consider themselves lucky to be invited to such grand events. Why are you so against it?" Taehyung frustratingly asked.
"Because they're dangerous. The royal family is cruel to people like us, Taehyung," his father explained gently, though his voice was filled with worry. "You've had your fun today, but mingling with royalty can attract attention we don't need. It's not just about whether you have a good time; it's about being safe and keeping our family protected."
"Taehyung, go to your room and pack your things. We are leaving at dawn. We can't stay here anymore. The king has found us," Tae-ri interjected, her voice trembling with urgency.
Taehyung's excitement faded, replaced by a chilling realization as his parents exchanged glances fraught with fear. "What do you mean, leave? Why would we need to run away?" he stuttered, grappling with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. The spark of adventure that had ignited his day was extinguished, replaced by a surging dread. "Is it because of the king? Did I put us in danger?" His heart raced as Nyx's ears perked up, anxiety palpable in the air. Taehyung couldn't help but feel a weight pressing down on him, a mix of guilt and confusion wrapping around his thoughts.
"Just do as I told you, Taehyung," his mother insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We don't have time to explain everything right now. Just know that your safety is our priority." As Taehyung absorbed her words, he felt a heavy weight settle on his chest. He should have listened to his parents. Reluctantly, he turned and hurried to pack, the uncertainty of what lay ahead coursing through him like a chilling wind.
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Notes:
Taehyung unintentionally put his family in danger. What will be the consequences of this event for the future of Taehyung and Jeongguk's relationship? 🍼🧷
Chapter 11
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
⚠️ Flashbacks: This chapter contains violence~
Minister Han and his nephew were preparing to depart for the village where Taehyung and his family resided. "Chan, we can't use guns because it will alert the neighbors. Use crossbows and swords, and make sure to coat them in wolfsbane. Taehyung's mother is a pureblood, and her kind are known for their resistance to regular weapons. We must incapacitate her without causing a scene. It's vital that we move swiftly and discreetly. Get the guards ready; we will move under the cover of darkness tonight to ensure our mission is completed without attracting attention from the villagers."
Chan nodded and turned to the guards, giving firm instructions to ensure that each guard understood the weight of their mission. "Remember, silence is crucial. Move as if you are but a whisper in the night. Double-check your crossbows and swords, and handle the wolfsbane with care; its potency can be deadly. Keep vigilant of your surroundings; we cannot afford any errors. Tonight, we are not mere soldiers; we are shadows, and our objective is to eliminate Kim Taehyung and his family. Prepare yourselves; we depart at dusk." The guards nodded in agreement, a collective seriousness descending upon them as they readied themselves for the night's grim task.
A little past midnight, Taehyung was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside the cottage. His heart pounded as he jolted upright, the rhythmic thuds echoing in the stillness of the morning air. He mindlinked Nyx, whose eyes were wide with fear and urgency. "What's happening?" Taehyung whispered, dread coiling in his stomach as their parents hurried to the door, their faces pale.
"Taehyung, go to the back door and run from here," his mother commanded, her voice trembling. Taehyung wanted to protest, to urge them to let him help, but he felt paralyzed by the terrifying reality closing in on them.
"Nyx, no matter what happens, protect Taehyung. Don't let the king's guards reach him. You may have to shift," Gaia, his mother's wolf, urged, her azure eyes fierce with determination. Nyx nodded silently promising to keep Taehyung safe. As Taehyung's mother ushered him to safety, he looked back, fear pooling in his stomach. "I love you," he called out.
As the door splintered under the relentless force outside, Taehyung realized that the thrill of the parade had come at a steep price. Now, danger was knocking at their door, and it was his fault. He had put his family in danger.
Hiding behind a tree, Taehyung could hear the shouting coming from their cottage. Minister Han's voice reverberated, "Kill them for treason by order of the king! This pureblood omega escaped with her lover from Hanyang when she should be one of the King's concubines."
Taehyung wanted to run back to the cottage to save his parents, but Nyx prevented him by taking control. Taehyung couldn't move from where they were hiding. Then, he saw his cousin, Baekhyun, enter their cottage, unaware of the chaos happening inside. Taehyung tried to shout and warn him, but no voice came out. Nyx didn't let him.
Taehyung's parents, though strong, couldn't hold off the guards for long as they were outnumbered. Minister Han, ruthless, immediately ordered the guards to attack Baekhyun, mistaking him for Taehyung due to their similarities.
Amidst the chaos, Taehyung's heart screamed as he watched the destruction unfold, feeling helpless and trapped within his own body. Panic surged within him, blending with guilt as he realized his very existence was the catalyst for this nightmare. Nyx held him steady, but witnessing his family's struggle ignited a fire within him, urging him to fight back against the fate that had brought them to this moment.
Then he heard Gaia's frantic voice in the mindlink. "Nyx, you have to shift! You have to run and take Taehyung far away from here. Go to your uncle in Busanpo, hurry!"
"But Mama Gaia, I'm not sixteen yet. I'm not of age to shift into my wolf," Nyx protested, his voice trembling with anxiety.
"We can't hold them much longer! You can do it, Nyx. Please, you have to save yourself and Taehyung," Tae-ri cut in.
As the frenzied sounds of violence erupted from the cottage, Taehyung felt frozen in a brutal struggle between fear and fury. Nyx's protective instincts surged to the forefront, but the desperate pleas of Gaia and his mother pierced through his paralysis, igniting a fierce determination within him. Gripping the tree, Taehyung fought against the urge to rush back and save his family, each desperate scream echoing in his mind and amplifying his deep-seated guilt. But before he could move forward to the cottage, he felt a tremor, subtle at first, run through his frame. He felt a sharp, searing pain, a tearing sensation in his limbs, as his bones began to reshape, cracking and lengthening. His fingernails, once smooth, grew into razor-sharp claws, and a thick, smooth, black fur erupted from his skin, prickling with a foreign sensation. His eyes, once a gentle brown, flared with a feral, bluish flame. He let out a low growl as the transformation completed, and there he stood, a four-legged beast, a wolf as black as the night.
When they looked at the cottage again, Taehyung wanted to die too. Their once cozy and warm cottage was now engulfed in flames and destruction, consumed by chaos. The anguished cries of his parents and Baekhyun intertwined with the crackling of the fire, creating an unbearable torment that gnawed at Taehyung.
Taehyung wanted to surge forward and fight, but Nyx held him back, their bond intensifying as the wolf battled his instincts. "Forgive me, Tae. I can't let you go," Nyx growled, his own eyes reflecting an understanding of the turmoil within.
Taehyung struggled against the primal urge to protect his family, his new form and the impending danger creating a clash within him. The roaring fire mirrored the chaos in Taehyung's heart. "What about Mom, Dad, and even Baekhyun hyung? We must save them, Nyx," Taehyung's voice trembled with desperation, a mix of anguish and rage as he focused on the inferno consuming his parents and cousin.
"I'm sorry, Tae, but it's too late and I can't disobey Mama Gaia's last wish. I have to bring you to safety," Nyx replied, his voice soft yet resolute.
"You don't understand! They need us!" he shouted through the mindlink, his heart pounding in sync with the crackling flames. Nyx maintained his grip, the weight of their bond anchoring Taehyung in place. With a heavy heart, Nyx turned away from the chaos to save them from the ruthless soldiers of the King of Hanyang.
He ran as fast as he could into the dense woods, Taehyung's body raging with the anguish of leaving his family behind. Each hurried step felt like a betrayal, but Nyx's presence grounded him, a reminder that survival was the first step in their fight against the encroaching darkness.
As the shadows of the forest swallowed them, Taehyung couldn't help but steal one last glance back at the cottage. Its flames silhouetted the fleeting memories of warmth and love, now forever tainted by loss. The echoes of his family's screams haunted him, fueling a resolve that one day, he would avenge them. "The king of Hanyang will pay with his blood," he vowed to himself.
⚜️ Present Time~
Nyx walked down the beach, with the moon dipping below the horizon and casting hues of silver and blue on the shimmering waves. The soft sound of the tide lapping at the shore accompanied them. Memories of that fateful night lingered heavily in Taehyung's heart, yet he found solace by Nyx's side, the bond between them now stronger than ever.
A huge black wolf was hiding behind a tree, observing the beautiful omega by the beach. "What is a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone? What has you so distressed, pup?" Erebus growled softly. He wanted to reveal himself to the omega wolf but felt it wasn't the right time. The omega seemed lost in thought, yet Erebus felt a connection that transcended the sea's watchful silence. He remained hidden, choosing to watch a moment longer in hopes of understanding the source of his sorrow. The gentle waves lapping at the shore mirrored his quiet turmoil, and Erebus's instincts urged him to intervene, to bridge the invisible gap between them. But something held him back, an instinct to respect his solitude, even as his heart raced with the desire to comfort him. He felt the weight of fate resting heavily on his shoulders, knowing that the right timing would make all the difference between them. "When the right time comes, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I will protect you and make whoever makes you sad pay," he vowed silently, his crimson eyes fixed on the omega.
Nyx decided to return to the diner to shift back into Taehyung. Erebus relinquished control to Jeongguk and shifted into him. "You made the right decision, Erebus. We can't rush things and overwhelm our omega," Jeongguk said as he put on the clothes he had hidden earlier behind a tree.
"I'm only looking out for him, Jeongguk. I want to protect him," Erebus replied, with a hint of frustration in his tone. "I know we can't rush this, but the bond strengthens when we're close. I also understand that Taehyung should feel safe and at ease with us before we start courting him." Jeongguk nodded in agreement, understanding the complexity of their situation. He decided it was best to take gradual steps to ensure that Taehyung felt comfortable and not intimidated by their presence.
"I'm glad you finally understood my point. I know you wanted to claim them, but he is still with that alpha," Jeongguk reminded Erebus gently. "We can't just disrupt his life like that. We have to respect Taehyung's choices and trust that he'll find his way to us in his own time. Let's focus on being a source of support rather than pressure. Let's try to be his friend first."
Erebus sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he acknowledged Jeongguk's wisdom. "You're right. Patience, then," he conceded, already contemplating how to approach Taehyung in a way that would foster trust and love without being overbearing. "Can we follow them to the diner and introduce ourselves?"
Jeongguk carefully considered Erebus's suggestion before nodding thoughtfully. "Yeah, let's go to the diner and keep it casual. We can show Taehyung that we're here for him as friends first, gradually easing our way into his life without any pressure. Let's create a safe space for him to explore his feelings, and perhaps we can find the right moment to express our intentions. The more he knows we care, the stronger our bond can become." With a shared understanding, they quietly made their way toward the diner, determined to make their presence less intimidating and more inviting for Taehyung.
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At the diner, Taehyung, now in human form, was startled when the door swung open and Jeongguk entered wearing a face mask.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the diner is already closed, and I'm heading home," Taehyung politely addressed the newcomer.
"Oh, I-I thought you were still open because the sign said so. I came here straight from Hanyang and there are no other diners open. I'm kind of starving so if you can spare me a few minutes to prepare food, I will be so grateful. Don't worry, I'll tip you handsomely. I'm really hungry right now," Jeongguk said in one breath, and Erebus wanted to hand him an Oscar trophy for his stellar acting.
Taehyung hesitated, glancing at the clock that confirmed it was well past closing time. However, the desperation in Jeongguk's eyes tugged at his heart. "Alright, just a quick bite. What would you like?" he relented, moving behind the counter with a soft smile.
Jeongguk's face lit up behind the mask. "Anything that's easy for you to prepare. I'm really sorry for the trouble."
As Taehyung moved to the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to the alpha, but quickly brushed it off. He couldn't entertain this thought because he already had a boyfriend, at which Nyx snorted in distaste.
Taehyung decided to prepare a medium-sized pizza for the masked customer, but when he saw in the fridge that there were only large-sized crusts available, he quickly revised his plan. "Guess you're getting a big one tonight!" he chuckled, pulling out the dough with an exaggerated flourish. As he expertly spread the sauce and layered it with toppings, he caught Jeongguk watching him with a mix of amusement and eagerness that made his heart race.
A few moments later, Taehyung served the prince a large ham and cheese pizza, French fries, and a banana milkshake. "Would you like to join me?" Jeongguk asked, his voice soft and inviting as he gestured to the empty seat across from him, making Taehyung's heart flutter. "We can share the pizza and the fries; they're more than enough for one person." Erebus praised the prince through their mind link for taking the first step to get closer to the omega they like.
Nyx excitedly persuaded Taehyung to accept the alpha's invitation. Taehyung was hesitant, but his omega convinced him that there was nothing wrong with dining with the alpha since they were also hungry. "Okay, thank you," he replied, setting down his apron and sliding into the booth across from Jeongguk.
Jeongguk removed his mask, causing Taehyung's breath to hitch. The alpha was incredibly handsome, with captivating features that made Taehyung's heart race. The warmth of Jeongguk's smile seemed to light up the dim diner, and Taehyung suddenly felt a mix of nerves and excitement.
"Oh, my Luna! He's perfect! I know he's handsome behind the mask, but I never expected him to be this breathtaking," Nyx squealed internally. Taehyung thought the same, his cheeks flushing as Jeongguk's gaze lingered on him. The atmosphere shifted, charged with an unspoken connection as they shared the pizza and fries. Taehyung could hardly concentrate on the food, his heart racing as Jeongguk's deep gaze held him captive. Each bite felt lighter as they exchanged shy smiles, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable tension simmering between them.
"You said you're from Hanyang, what brings you here to Busanpo, sir?" Taehyung asked as they were finishing their meal.
"JK-"
"Huh?"
"Call me JK, Taehyung-ssi," Jeongguk said softly. Erebus chimed in through the mindlink, urging Jeongguk to tell Taehyung that they were here to see him. Ignoring his alpha, Jeongguk explained, "I was supposed to meet my friends earlier, but they cancelled on me. I came here because I was starving and the food was really good."
"Oh, thank you, JK, and you can also call me Taehyung," Taehyung mumbled, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red at the compliment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it!" He cleared his throat, unable to shake the electrifying feeling of Jeongguk's presence. The warmth of their proximity and the excitement in the air made it hard for Taehyung to maintain his composure. "What does it feel like living in the most powerful and wealthiest kingdom in the Korean empire? Is it true that Hanyang became powerful because the kings married for political alliances instead of love?"
Jeongguk leaned in slightly, captivated by Taehyung's curiosity. "It was a long-standing tradition. The former kings and the present one believe that to strengthen Hanyang, they must marry consorts from opulent and powerful clans," he replied, "but it's a double-edged sword. While these alliances bolster our kingdom's power, they often lack the warmth of true affection. It creates a facade of strength, but behind closed doors, many face solitude." Jeongguk's gaze softened as he continued, "Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if love were the priority instead."
"I guess the royals of Hanyang will never know, because I saw in the news earlier that the next king will also follow his father's footsteps," Taehyung said, with a hint of mockery in his voice. "It feels like a never-ending cycle, doesn't it? The pursuit of power overshadows genuine connection." He met Jeongguk's gaze, his heart racing with the weight of their conversation.
"Maybe the crown prince, the next king of Hanyang, will be different. You may never know, Taehyung," Jeongguk said, meeting Taehyung's eyes with an enigmatic smile, teasingly leaving the possibility hanging in the air. "Maybe the crown prince isn't as gullible as his father or his predecessors." The tension between them crackled with unspoken potential. "Perhaps one day," Jeongguk mused softly, "movies and stories won't just be fiction."
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Notes:
Slowly but surely, our favorite pair is getting closer to each other.🍼🧷
Chapter 12
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
After the meal, Taehyung gathered the dishes to clear the table, and Jeongguk joined him. Together, they quickly tidied up the dishes.
The clatter of plates had faded into a rhythmic hum, leaving only the soft drip of water from the faucet and the lingering scent of garlic and herbs in the air. Taehyung stacked the last of the dishes on the drying rack, his movements efficient but absentminded. Jeongguk stood beside him, his broad frame casting a shadow over the small kitchenette of the diner. The alpha's presence was like a quiet storm-steady, powerful, and impossible to ignore.
Nyx whispered insistently in the back of his mind, a persistent buzz that he couldn't quite silence. "He's everything you need, Tae. Strong, attentive, a gentleman. Minjae is just... a shadow." Taehyung clenched his jaw, ignoring Nyx. He loved Minjae, flaws and all. Their relationship wasn't perfect, but it was real. After he lost his parents, it was Minjae who made him feel that he wasn't alone anymore. Still, as Jeongguk's arm brushed against his while reaching for a towel, a spark of something forbidden ignited in Taehyung's chest.
"Uh, JK, thank you for helping me clean up, but you didn't have to," Taehyung said, flashing a grateful smile. His voice broke the comfortable silence, light and casual, though his heart raced a little faster than it should.
Jeongguk shrugged in response, effortlessly rinsing a bowl. His wolf, Erebus, growled through their mindlink. "If the royal court knew you were here, scrubbing dishes like a commoner, they'd declare war on this diner. But go on, because for our omega, it's worth it," he said.
Jeongguk stifled a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Then he turned to Taehyung. "It's the least I could do for making you stay late by coming here when you were closing up," he replied with a casual grin, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "It's late, are you going home alone, or... will your boyfriend pick you up?" Ouch! That question was too heartbreaking to ask, Jeongguk thought, and Erebus wanted to hunt a certain alpha who stood between them and the omega they wanted to woo.
"Minjae is going through his rut, that's why he can't visit me for a few days," Taehyung explained.
Erebus wanted to throw a party and invite everyone in Busanpo. Their omega hadn't helped his boyfriend with his rut, so why not celebrate? Jeongguk raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with Taehyung. "Aren't you supposed to help him with his rut? I thought you were in a serious relationship, and alphas often demand their omegas to assist them during their rut."
"It may be old-fashioned and very conservative, but I don't believe in premarital sex. I want my first intimacy with my alpha after we get married and mated," Taehyung expressed earnestly, his cheeks flushing a delicate rose. He met Jeongguk's gaze, unwavering.
Jeongguk leaned back against the polished counter, trying to process Taehyung's statement. Meanwhile, Erebus was already drafting a wedding proposal in their mindlink, complete with the most expensive engagement ring crafted from rare platinum and a diamond the size of a robin's egg. "He's perfect, Jeongguk! Pure, principled, and clearly saving himself for the right alpha, which we are!" Erebus was more of a romantic than Jeongguk would ever admit.
"What about your boyfriend? Do you allow him to spend his ruts with others?" Jeongguk asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but Erebus was practically vibrating with anticipation. He needed intel. Was this Minjae even worthy of the air Taehyung breathed?
Taehyung averted his gaze, his cheeks heating up. "Minjae and I have the same mindset. He said he also wanted his first time to be with me," he replied, fiddling with the edge of his apron.
Erebus scoffed internally, "I don't believe the words of his lousy boyfriend." Jeongguk agreed. Something didn't sit right. He pushed forward, needing – no, demanding – to know more. "So, you're... not intimate at all?"
Taehyung shook his head, his blush deepening to crimson. "No. We spend time together, go on dates… but that's it."
Erebus was practically howling with glee. This was almost too good to be true. "Okay," Jeongguk said slowly, trying to maintain a casual tone despite the internal chaos. "And he's okay with that? With you not… helping him?"
Taehyung shrugged, "He says he is. He says he respects my wishes."
"And about picking me up from work, I actually live upstairs," Taehyung continued, gesturing vaguely toward the ceiling with a soapy hand. The words slipped out casually, but they carried a quiet vulnerability. The small apartment above the diner was his sanctuary—a place where the world’s chaos couldn’t quite reach him. It wasn’t much, just a cozy one-bedroom with creaky floors and a view of the bustling city lights, but it was home.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, his grin softening into something more genuine. "Upstairs? Like, right here?" He set the rinsed bowl on the drying rack and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. His presence filled the small kitchen, commanding yet unassuming. Taehyung couldn’t help but notice the way Jeongguk’s muscles flexed under his shirt, a subtle reminder of the alpha strength that Nyx kept harping on about.
Taehyung nodded, feeling a flush creep up his neck. Why was he explaining this? Maybe because it was the way JK looked at him –like he was genuinely interested, not just making small talk. "Yeah, it's convenient. My uncle owns the diner and lets me stay in the apartment upstairs, so when the day's done, I just head up. No need for a long commute." He paused, the words hanging in the air like an unspoken invitation. The diner's fluorescent lights cast a warm glow on Jeongguk's face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the depth in his dark eyes.
Jeongguk tilted his head, his gaze steady. "That sounds... nice," he murmured. He straightened up, uncrossing his arms as if to bridge the gap between them. "Must be weird, though. Living right above your work. No real escape from the daily grind."
Taehyung chuckled softly. "It’s not so bad. After a long day’s work, I'm exhausted. I don’t need to tire myself more by commuting. I’ll just head upstairs, make a cup of tea, and crash on the couch. It’s like my own little sanctuary," he said, leaning against the counter opposite Jeongguk, their bodies just a few feet apart. The proximity made Nyx stir again, a low, yearning hum in his mind. "He's so close. But why can't I catch his scent? Is he wearing blockers?" Nyx groused, frustrated. He longed for even the faintest hint of JK. "Wait, Tae, I smell fire. Did you leave a stove on?" Nyx asked, unaware that Erebus had lost some control and briefly unmuted his bonfire scent.
Taehyung frowned, feeling a sliver of unease prickling his skin. Fire? He subtly glanced at the stove, his eyes scanning the cool, stainless steel surface. It was definitely off. "No, everything's fine here. Maybe it's coming from the restaurants down the street? They're always grilling something," he responded in the mindlink.
Jeongguk, however, felt a surge of panic jolt through him. Erebus had lost control, even if only for a fleeting moment. He shot a sharp mental reprimand through the mindlink. "Erebus! What was that? You know we can't expose our scent to him yet!"
Erebus, contrite, whimpered silently. "Forgive me, Jeongguk. He's just... so close, so pretty. It was a momentary lapse. I'll be more careful."
Jeongguk sighed inwardly. He understood. He felt it too, the magnetic pull of the omega wafting into his senses every time Taehyung was near. He, too, wanted Taehyung to catch their scent, to know the depths of their attraction, to feel the undeniable connection. But it would be exposing his true status. What if Taehyung avoided him when he found out that he was the crown prince of Hanyang? What if the weight of that revelation crushed the delicate connection they were building?
"Listen," Jeongguk said, glancing at Taehyung, "It’s pretty late. Mind if I walk you up? Just to make sure you get in safe." His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of concern, like he was used to looking out for people.
Taehyung hesitated, his heart skipping a beat. It was a simple offer, but it felt loaded. Accepting meant extending this moment, letting Jeongguk into his space—literally and figuratively. "I... I guess that’s fine," he said finally, forcing a smile. "It’s just up the stairs at the back."
The bell above the diner door chimed as Jeongguk locked up, the clatter echoing in the otherwise silent space. He flipped the sign to "Closed," signaling the end of the day's work. Taehyung stood by the back door that led to the apartment stairs, exuding nervous energy.
Erebus was practically vibrating in Jeongguk's mind. "He said yes! He actually said yes! This is our chance, Jeongguk! Don't blow it. Be charming, be attentive, be...us, but the best version of us!"
Jeongguk snorted softly. "Control yourself, Erebus. I'm not going to scare him off. Just a walk upstairs, that's all." The simmering possessiveness in his wolf, Erebus, was a constant undercurrent these days, barely subdued since they met Taehyung. Erebus wanted to claim, to mark, to devour. Jeongguk, however, needed to tread carefully. Taehyung was like a startled fawn, ready to bolt at the slightest misstep.
He caught Taehyung's eye, offering a reassuring smile. "Ready?"
Taehyung nodded and pulled open the back door. The staircase was narrow and dimly lit, clinging to the back of the building as if it were an afterthought. The scent of grease and fried food lingered in the air, a byproduct of the diner downstairs, mixed with a faint hint of ocean breeze –Taehyung's own unique aroma, which sent Erebus into a low growl in the back of Jeongguk's mind.
Jeongguk kept his senses focused on Taehyung, matching his pace, careful not to overcrowd him on the cramped stairs. He noticed the way Taehyung's shoulders were slightly hunched, a subtle sign of nervousness he was trying to hide.
They reached the top of the stairs. "Well, here we are," Taehyung announced, gesturing at the door of his apartment. It wasn't much, Jeongguk thought, just a weathered wooden portal with chipped blue paint. But the small potted sunflower on the welcome mat hinted at warmth within. "It isn't much, but it's home for me. Would you like to have some tea?"
Jeongguk's chest warmed at the offer. He truly wanted to accept, to linger in Taehyung's space, to breathe in his essence. Erebus howled in agreement, demanding entry, desperate for more. But Jeongguk knew better. He could feel Taehyung's apprehension, the subtle tension in his frame. Rushing things would only push him away.
"Maybe next time. It's really late and I know you're tired," Jeongguk replied, his voice a low rumble. Inside him, Erebus protested, snarling and pacing. Jeongguk had to soothe him with promises, reminding him that patience was key to earning Taehyung's trust.
He saw a flicker of relief in Taehyung’s eyes, quickly masked by a polite smile. “Oh, okay. That’s…that’s fine.” He fumbled with his keys, the metal clinking a little too loudly in the quiet night.
Jeongguk reached out instinctively, his hand hovering near Taehyung's. He resisted the urge to touch, to offer comfort. “Thank you for walking me home,” Taehyung said, finally managing to unlock the door. He turned to face Jeongguk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. “I had a really nice time.”
"Me too," Jeongguk said, his voice sincere. He wanted to say more, to tell Taehyung how captivating he found him, how much Erebus was already claiming him as theirs. But he bit back the words, knowing they were too much, too soon.
Instead, he simply said, "Get some rest, Taehyung. Sweet dreams."
He watched as Taehyung slipped inside his apartment, the door closing softly behind him. Jeongguk lingered for a moment, absorbing the lingering scent of jasmine and sea salt before turning and descending the stairs.
Erebus sulked within him, whining with frustration. "He should be here," the wolf growled, "with us."
"I know, Erebus, I know," Jeongguk murmured, running a hand through his hair. "But we have to be patient. We have to show him that we're worthy of his trust, that we won't hurt him."
The wolf grumbled in response, unconvinced, but Jeongguk knew he was right. Winning Taehyung's heart wouldn’t be a sprint; it would be a slow, careful dance. Jeongguk was willing to take his time, even if it meant battling his inner wolf every step of the way, because Taehyung was worth it.
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The silk sheets felt like sandpaper against Minjae's overheated skin. "Get out! You're useless! I'm not even satisfied. Get out of my room and tell the servant outside to send another omega here," he lashed out, his voice thick with frustration and the desperate pangs of his rut.
The poor, frightened omega, barely more than a boy, scrambled to gather his scattered clothes, his hands trembling. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled to cover his nakedness, the shame radiating off him like a physical heat. He didn't dare look at Minjae, just mumbled a quick apology and fled through the heavy oak door.
That was the fourth omega Minjae had thrown out of his room in the three days of his rut, as none of them had satisfied him. "Useless holes!" he snarled, his voice echoing in the vast room.
He cursed Taehyung in his mind. They had been dating for five months now, and they had never gone beyond chaste cheek and forehead kisses. Five agonizing months of carefully curated charm, polite conversation, and simmering desire held tightly in check. Minjae’s patience, already thin, was fraying at the edges.
If it weren't for his and his father's meticulously crafted plan, he would have stopped pretending to be the ideal, gentlemanly alpha that Taehyung thought he was. He would have claimed Taehyung, marked him, and dragged him back to his own pack lands. The thought sparked a primal heat within him, a raw possessiveness that threatened to consume him.
But he needed to be patient. He needed Taehyung to give birth to his heir – a true blood alpha, the only one with the power and strength to challenge Hanyang, the most powerful kingdom in the Korean empire. Their pack, the smaller and less influential Gyeongju, had been locked in a silent power struggle with Hanyang for generations. Minjae's father, Alpha Daehyun, had instilled in him from a young age the importance of strategic alliances and long-term planning.
Timing was everything. He knew he couldn't rush things. And when the time comes, he'll make sure to own Taehyung and mold him into the submissive omega he is meant to be.
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Notes:
I understand that some of you may be growing impatient with the pace of the story, but I prefer not to rush it. If you find that the story does not suit your taste, feel free to skip it instead of making negative comments. For those who are enjoying it, I hope you continue to do so as you read.
Chapter 13
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
After reconnecting with Hoseok and taking him out on a few romantic dates, Yoongi finally confessed his feelings to him under the starlit sky, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Hoseok's eyes sparkled with surprise and happiness as he shared that he felt the same way.
"How is it working with the king, Hobi?" Yoongi asked, trying to keep the conversation light while enjoying the food together. They were dining in one of the famous restaurants in Hanyang.
Hoseok sighed, the gentle sunshine fading from his eyes. He met Yoongi's gaze, his expression a mix of concern and trust. "I have something to tell you, but please keep it between us," he paused, a flicker of paranoia dancing in his pupils. He glanced around, meticulously scanning the room for eavesdroppers. The heavy drapes, the hushed conversations of other patrons, and the waiters gliding between tables laden with steaming dishes -it all seemed to press down on Hoseok.
"To be honest," he continued, his voice barely a whisper, "I'm worried about the king. His health is deteriorating, and the doctor said he only has a few years left. The king has already accepted the fact that his time is near."
Yoongi's breath hitched. The King, the anchor of their nation, the man who had sacrificed so much for Hanyang, had accepted his death? It was an improbable notion, so earth-shattering that it threatened to unravel everything he knew. "Accepted? What do you mean?" He leaned closer, his earlier anxiety replaced by a cold dread. "And how did he get ill? He's too young, and doesn't he have the best physicians in the land attending to him?"
"The illness is caused by his inner alpha. His majesty's wolf is heartbroken," Hoseok replied,his usually bright face etched with worry.
"Heartbroken? That's funny," Yoongi scoffed, folding his arms, "considering he has a number of consorts and concubines at his beck and call." He couldn't help the bitterness that seeped into his voice. He knew how the king allowed himself to be swayed by the royal court and agreed to take on concubines to advance Hanyang, turning a blind eye to First Consort Jin's pain... this felt like a cruel joke. The fate of Hanyang rested on the fragile emotional state of a lovesick wolf whose human was too weak to say no to the cunning vultures in his court.
Hoseok sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "You misunderstand, Yoongi. It's not about the number of partners, it's about the bond. An alpha's wolf craves its true mate, a soulmate. His Majesty found this connection with First Consort Jin. But because the king chose to follow the royal court, he hurt the first consort."
"Hurt? He humiliated First Consort Jin. He paraded those other consorts in front of him, knowing full well the bond they share! Every forced smile, every polite nod, was a dagger twisting in Consort Jin's heart. And now, karma comes knocking and all of Hanyang has to suffer because our glorious King couldn't resist the whispers of power. Is that the reason why he's pushing the crown prince to choose a mate? Is that why the King wants to abdicate the throne and pass it to Jeongguk?"
Hoseok nodded grimly. "The King believes Jeongguk needs a strong mate to rule effectively. Someone to anchor him, to guide him. And he wants to ensure the succession is smooth, before... before he's no longer able to influence matters."
"But the ministers are taking this opportunity to..." Yoongi's voice dropped to a whisper, laced with venom, "to manipulate the situation. They're pushing their own candidates, angling for power, lining their coffers, all under the guise of serving the King and the Prince. They see Crown Prince Jeongguk as someone malleable, just like his father. They're pushing their daughters, sons, nieces and nephews onto Jeongguk. Do you see the strings of male and female omegas entering the concubine wing nowadays? Prince Jeongguk is fed up with the ministers requesting him to visit the concubine wing and check out the omegas there. He can hardly control Erebus lately. The true blood wants to rip the ministers' heads off," Yoongi paused and looked Hoseok in the eye. Even though he didn't like how the King forged alliances through accepting concubines and consorts from powerful families, he was still the crown prince's father and he knew Jeongguk would never want his father to die. "Is there a cure for the King's illness?" he asked Hoseok.
"The King should stay close to King Consort Jin and work on mending their relationship," Hoseok replied, meeting Yoongi's eyes. His voice was quiet, almost apologetic, as if he was voicing the unthinkable.
Yoongi stared at Hoseok, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on him. The solution seemed so simple, yet impossibly difficult. The King, trapped by duty and tradition, had wounded the one person who held the key to his survival.
"And the King... he won't do it, will he?" Yoongi asked, already knowing the answer.
Hoseok shook his head sadly. "He believes it's too late. He thinks he's caused Consort Jin too much pain, that he doesn't deserve forgiveness."
Yoongi scoffed. "Wow, karma is really a bitch! Now it's making the King regret his choices. He is reaping what he sowed." But even as the words left his lips, Yoongi felt a pang of pity for Namjoon. He understood the burden of the crown, the relentless demands, the suffocating expectations. But understanding didn't excuse the pain he'd inflicted.
Hoseok’s voice carried a tone of cautious justification as he explained, “The King did it for Hanyang. The kingdom wouldn’t be as powerful and wealthy as it is today without the alliances he made with those affluent clans." He emphasized the complex interplay between political strategy and personal sacrifice. The alliances, forged through a series of arranged marriages, had secured Hanyang’s prosperity, but at a terrible cost. Jin had been heartbroken and betrayed.
"Just watch Crown Prince Jeongguk when he ascends the throne. He will be the first king to prove that he doesn't need alliances through marriages to exalt Hanyang. He will do it on his own and those ministers can just suck it up. They can't force the crown prince to bend to their will," Yoongi asserted, a flicker of hope igniting in his weary gaze. Jeongguk was different –driven, ambitious, and fiercely independent. He had seen the King's mistakes and vowed not to follow in his footsteps.
"I hope so too, Yoongi," Hoseok replied, his voice tinged with doubt. Hope was a dangerous thing in the political arena, often leading to disappointment and betrayal. He had served the royal family for years, witnessed their triumphs and their failures, and the one lesson he had learned above all else was that power corrupted, and absolute power corrupted absolutely. Even the most well-intentioned ruler could be swayed by the whispers of advisors and the lure of dominance.
"How much time does the King have?" Yoongi asked. The question hung heavily in the air.
“Two years or maybe less, depending on his inner alpha,” Hoseok replied. "The King, though outwardly strong, was weakening. His inner alpha was fading, a sign of his failing health and the deep regret that gnawed at his soul. The forced bonds and Jin's indifference had taken their toll, draining him of his vitality."
"Two years," Yoongi repeated, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "Jeongguk still has two years to find a mate and produce an heir so those pesky ministers can shut their useless mouths."
Hoseok nodded grimly. “And those ministers won’t wait patiently. They’ll be circling like vultures, hungry for power, whispering uncertainties in every ear. They'll be pushing their kin to the crown prince."
"Don't worry, Hoseok. I think Prince Jeongguk has someone he is interested in. Let's just wait and see. I trust him," Yoongi said, a flicker of hope rekindling in his chest.
Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "Do you know something I don't?"
Yoongi smiled, a rare and genuine expression that banished the shadows from his face. "I’ve seen the spark in Prince Jeongguk's eyes when he mentioned his special someone."
He couldn't reveal too much, not even to Hoseok. The object of Jeongguk's affections was not of noble birth, nor a resident of the royal city. He was a humble employee in a diner, a beautiful and hardworking omega. Yoongi had discovered this secret weeks ago, observing Jeongguk’s clandestine trips disguised as a commoner.
"I hope the crown prince acts quickly before those ministers start pushing their relatives onto him for his upcoming birthday," Hoseok interjected, his voice tinged with concern.
"Even if Jeongguk hesitates, Erebus won't allow those ministers to dictate who they can court and marry. Trust me, Hoseok, Erebus will shake up Hanyang before that happens," Yoongi stated confidently, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
⚜️ Inside Second Consort Seola's chamber~
The clinking of porcelain against porcelain was the only sound that usually filled the private dining room of Consort Seola. Tonight, however, it was punctuated by the almost theatrical sighing of Prince Soobin. Seola chewed slowly, watching her younger son from across the lacquered table. Her sons, the twins Soobin and Eunwoo, were as different as the moon and the sun.
Eunwoo, the alpha, sat upright, radiating confidence even in repose. He ate with gusto, his movements precise and elegant, already embodying the future she was grooming him for: the possible heir to the throne after they overthrow Jeongguk as the crown prince. Soobin, on the other hand, was slumped in his chair, poking listlessly at the seasoned duck with his chopsticks. He looked like a wilting flower, and it was grating on Seola’s nerves.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she laid down her chopsticks with a sharp click. “Alright, Soobin. Tell me why you’re moping like a child,” she said, her voice laced with exasperation.
Soobin flinched, his gaze darting to his mother and then away, settling on the delicate embroidery of the tablecloth. He muttered something unintelligible.
Seola raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Speak up, child. I don't have the time to play guessing games."
Eunwoo, ever the meddling brother, cleared his throat. “He’s been like this since his crush, Choi Yeonjun, entered Jeongguk's concubine wing, Mom.”
Soobin shot his brother with a venomous glare. "I didn't ask for your help, Eunwoo."
"And perhaps if you weren't skulking around like a wounded puppy, you wouldn't need it," Eunwoo retorted, his usual cold demeanor traded for a playful jab.
Soobin, chest tight with resentment, straightened his posture. "I don't understand, Mom. Why is it that Prince Jeongguk always gets everything without even asking? I only want Omega Yeonjun, but he was also offered to him on a silver platter."
He couldn't keep the bitterness from seeping into his tone. It wasn’t just about Yeonjun, though the young Omega had captured his heart with a single, fleeting smile. It was about the constant, unwavering favoritism that always seemed to fall on Jeongguk's side. Jeongguk, the golden child, the heir apparent, who never had to lift a finger for anything he desired.
Eunwoo looked directly at Soobin, his gaze unwavering. "That's why we have to put an end to it. Help me dethrone the crown prince, and once I become king, we can have everything we want."
The words hung in the air, heavy with ambition and the promise of what Soobin desperately craved. He stared at Eunwoo, stunned. His polished brother advocating for treason? It was almost unbelievable.
Meanwhile, Seola looked at her Alpha son, Eunwoo, with pride. He was finally showing the ambition she knew he possessed. Once Eunwoo sat on the throne, she would make sure the First Consort bled and begged for mercy. Consort Jin had been a thorn in her side for far too long, always favored by the King and showered with silks and jewels. It was Jin who held the power among the King's consorts, and Seola had had enough of him. Vengeance would be sweet.
"Dethrone Jeongguk?" Soobin asked, his voice quivering. "How? That's… impossible. He's a true blood which ensures his power and legitimacy. The people would never accept you, Eunwoo. Remember, the citizens of Hanyang waited for a hundred years to have a true blood alpha as their ruler.”
Eunwoo’s lips curled into a thin, humorless smile. “Legitimacy is a story told by the victors, Soobin. And as for true blood…there are ways to manufacture doubt. Ways to whisper poison in the right ears.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “People don't know much about true blood alphas. What would they say if we spread rumors that the crown prince's wolf is highly dangerous and could wreak havoc, killing innocent people in its wake?”
Soobin felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He was caught between the desire for Yeonjun, a burning ache in his chest that pulsed with every glimpse of the Omega's serene face, and the sheer audacity of Eunwoo’s plan. Dethroning Jeongguk wasn't merely ambitious; it was suicidal. Yet, the possibility of holding Yeonjun in his arms, of finally having something he desperately wanted, was a powerful lure.
"But… Father would never allow it," Soobin finally managed, his voice wavering only slightly. "He trusts Jeongguk implicitly."
Seola, who had been watching the exchange with a calculating glint in her eyes, intervened. "Your father is… distracted. He is blinded by his affection for Jin and his reliance on Jeongguk's abilities. But even kings can be swayed, especially when it concerns the safety of their people. He wants what’s best for the kingdom, and if we can paint Jeongguk as a threat... a ticking time bomb… he might listen. Besides, the ministers aren't fond of the crown prince. With the right incentives, we can lure them to our side. Dethroning the crown prince will be a piece of cake."
Eunwoo nodded, his gaze meeting Soobin’s. "We plant seeds of doubt. We highlight Jeongguk's… eccentricities. We remind them of the wild nature of the wolf blood that flows through his veins. We speak of the potential for disaster, the danger to the kingdom. Slowly, subtly, we erode their faith."
Soobin's mind raced as he pictured Yeonjun -the soft curve of his cheek, the way his eyes sparkled while walking through the palace gardens. Soobin knew that in order to have him, he had to betray his brother and risk everything for a throne that might never be theirs.
"And what if we fail?" Soobin asked, the question heavy with dread.
Eunwoo's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling determination. "Failure is not an option. If we fail, we face exile, or worse. But if we succeed… we will reshape the kingdom in our image." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Think, Soobin. No more living in Jeongguk's shadow. You can have Yeonjun, Mother will finally be treated with respect, and I will claim Hanyang and Princess Sohee."
Seola placed a hand on Soobin's shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Your brother speaks the truth. This is our chance to take what is rightfully ours. You have always been overlooked, Soobin. This is your opportunity to finally be seen."
Soobin looked from Eunwoo's unwavering gaze to his mother's encouraging smile. He knew this was madness, a dangerous game with potentially devastating consequences. But the thought of Yeonjun, the promise of a future where he wasn't second best, was too tempting to resist.
"What… what do you need me to do?" Soobin finally asked, the words tasted like ash in his mouth. He had crossed a line, a point of no return.
Eunwoo's smile returned, brighter and more predatory than before. "You're skilled with computers, right? You can spread rumors against the crown prince without them being traced back to you. Make edited photos and videos to prove that Jeongguk is dangerous. Then, post them online."
"And Yeonjun?" Soobin asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeonjun will be yours." Eunwoo paused, his smile widening, revealing a flash of teeth that made Soobin shudder. "Once I am king, I will ensure that he is your First Consort… yours to cherish."
Soobin swallowed hard, the promise of Yeonjun momentarily erasing the fear and doubt that gnawed at him. He nodded slowly, sealing his fate.
As Soobin took his leave, Seola turned to Eunwoo, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “He’ll do anything for that Omega.”
Eunwoo chuckled. “Yes, Mother. His desperation makes him the perfect pawn. And with Yeonjun as bait, he'll dance to our tune until the very end. But he must never know that even if I get the throne, Yeonjun will remain just a pawn for me too. He is the perfect bait to control my little brother.”
Seola smirked. “Of course, my son. Family is a weapon, and we must wield it wisely.”
⚜️ Meanwhile, in Jeongguk's wing~
Jin entered Jeongguk's chamber with Jieun following closely behind. The prince, who had been engrossed in reading the file left by Yoongi, straightened up. He bowed deeply to his omega father, the gesture filled with respect and affection, then stood to press a kiss to Jin's soft cheek.
"What brings you here, Papa?" Jeongguk asked, a slight frown creasing his otherwise impeccable brow. He knew his omega father was tirelessly dedicated to his charities nowadays, flitting between orphanages and omega care facilities. It was surprising that he was gracing Jeongguk's chamber with his presence.
"I want to get the list of your guests for your upcoming birthday, so I'll know how many we are going to accommodate on the cruise ship, in addition to the royal court and the royal family. Not that I want to invite them, but it would be rude and could negatively affect your image as the crown prince of this kingdom," Jin explained, his voice laced with a delicate balance of concern and mild distaste. He loved throwing grand celebrations, but inviting certain people always left a sour taste in his mouth.
Jeongguk sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Must we really have a spectacle this year, Papa? I'd much rather spend my birthday quietly."
"Tell that to the King. You know why he's pushing for this birthday party. I've already told you, he wants to solidify alliances, showcase our prosperity, and, well, find you a suitable…match." Jin's voice trailed off, the last word laden with a mixture of anticipation and unease.
"I have already found my match," Jeongguk murmured inaudibly, his gaze fixed on the blank wall.
Jin's ears perked up. "Did you say something, son?"
Jeongguk’s cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I was saying I don't have too many visitors. Just give me a couple of invitations to send to my friends," he said, avoiding Jin's gaze, a tell-tale sign he was hiding something.
Jin narrowed his eyes, a flicker of suspicion dancing within them. "Friends? Of course. Just introduce me to this 'friend' if he or she becomes more than a friend," Jin winked while Jieun stifled a smile.
Jungkook groaned, "Papa, please don't jinx it."
"Alright, alright, we'll leave you to daydream about this 'friend' of yours," Jin teased before leaving the chamber along with Jieun, who threw Jeongguk a teasing grin, like an older sister would.
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Notes:
The enemies are making their moves and have roped Soobin into their malicious scheme. Will they succeed in ruining Jeongguk's image? The crown prince's birthday party is next, along with all the chaos that comes with it. 🍼🧷
Chapter 14
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The opulent ballroom of the Hanyang Grand Cruise shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers. It was Crown Prince Jeongguk's birthday, a masquerade ball of extravagant proportions. Amongst the swirling silk and feathered masks, Taehyung felt utterly out of place. He clutched his champagne flute, the effervescence doing little to settle the anxious knot in his stomach. He hadn’t wanted to come. Parties, particularly lavish, aristocratic ones, weren't his scene. It reminded him of his painful past, how an invitation to a party like this led to his family tragedy. But Minjae, his boyfriend, had been relentless. He accused Taehyung of neglect, of failing to nurture their relationship. Guilt, a familiar and unwelcome companion, had finally steered him onto this floating palace.
Minjae, sharp-suited and radiating confidence, squeezed Taehyung’s hand. "Relax, babe. Enjoy yourself. Just mingle and have fun," he said with a knowing, inwardly pleased expression, having already managed to mix the heat-inducing aphrodisiac into Taehyung's champagne.
Taehyung managed a weak smile behind his black lace mask. He wished he could. He felt a creeping unease, a premonition of something… wrong. The faces behind the masks seemed to blur into a single, judgmental entity.
He sipped his champagne, a little too quickly. It tasted… odd. Bitter, almost. He frowned, but dismissed it. Maybe it was just his nerves.
Later, the room seemed to grow warmer and the music louder. A strange throbbing sensation pulsed through him, starting low in his belly and radiating outwards. He felt flushed and disoriented, his vision swimming.
Minjae, his eyes gleaming, was suddenly engrossed in a conversation with a strikingly beautiful model in a silver dress. He threw Taehyung a cursory glance. “Babe, I need to grab us more drinks. Why don’t you head back to our room and wait for me? I’ll be there in a bit.”
The throbbing intensified, morphing into a burning ache. Taehyung could barely stand. "O-okay," he stammered, his voice sounding distant and foreign.
Taehyung stumbled through the crowded ballroom, each step feeling like a monumental effort. The ship seemed to sway erratically, making it even harder for him to keep his balance. Glancing at the room numbers, his mind felt hazy and blank. Squinting, he mistook '13' for '31'. Fumbling with the door card, he was surprised to find that the door wasn't locked. With a silent click, the door swung inward. Taehyung leaned heavily against the frame, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Pushing himself inside, the cool air of the room and the smell of bonfire provided a momentary reprieve.
The room was dimly lit and luxurious. A single lamp cast long shadows across the opulent furnishings. He didn't register the unfamiliar surroundings; all he could feel was the unbearable heat consuming him, the desperate, primal need for… something. He collapsed onto the plush velvet bed, writhing in agony.
"Alpha…" he moaned, the word torn from his throat in a desperate plea. "Please… help me…"
Inside the suite, Crown Prince Jeongguk, with his shoulders burdened by the weight of expectation, was about to shed his posh attire. He yearned for a moment of peace, a respite from the relentless demands of his position. Just as he was about to remove his ornate mask, he caught sight of someone lying on his bed.
His breath caught.
A figure lay sprawled on the silken sheets, a vision of desperate vulnerability. The black lace mask couldn't hide the flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the anguished expression. It was Taehyung. The Taehyung that he and his inner alpha, Erebus, had silently admired since their encounter at a small diner in Busanpo. Taehyung, who had a boyfriend, and he had only dared to dream of.
Erebus, usually a calm and controlled presence, was now a roaring inferno of protectiveness and desperate need. Mate. Ours. He needs us.
Jeongguk’s heart hammered against his ribs as he watched Taehyung, clearly drugged and in the throes of a chemically induced heat. Without an alpha’s knot to satiate the burning need, the heat could kill him. Jeongguk was aware of the whispers and rumors of jealous rivals attempting to sabotage the Crown Prince's future. Was this the latest tactic? Were they using Taehyung as a pawn?
A surge of incandescent rage washed over him, but there was no time for revenge. Taehyung was in pain and needed help.
He approached the bed slowly, his jaw clenched. The sight of Taehyung’s pain was unbearable. He knelt beside the bed, his hand hovering over Taehyung’s fevered brow.
"Taehyung-ah," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I’m here. I'm going to help you."
Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed with desire. "Alpha… please… I need you..."
Jeongguk’s inner turmoil was consuming him. He had yearned for Taehyung, cherishing him with all his heart and promising himself to court the omega properly once he ended things with Minjae. He had already asked Yoongi to look into Taehyung's boyfriend. Jeongguk was aware that Minjae was not worthy of Taehyung. Minjae had been unfaithful to Taehyung, and Jeongguk had been collecting proof, getting ready to discreetly intervene and liberate Taehyung from the toxic relationship. He never imagined it would come to this.
The ethical dilemma was tearing at him. Taking advantage of Taehyung in his drugged state was abhorrent, but leaving him to suffer, possibly die, was unthinkable. Erebus was relentless, demanding, clawing at Jeongguk's control.
This wasn't how he had envisioned their first time, but Taehyung’s life was in danger. Jeongguk was trapped between his morals and his instincts, his conscience and his desperate, yearning alpha.
Erebus’s voice resonated in his mind with a primal command: Save him. Claim him. He needs us.
With a sigh that was half despair, half surrender, Jeongguk made his decision. He had no choice. He couldn't bear to let Taehyung suffer, let alone die. He would protect him, even if it meant sacrificing his own ideals.
He began to gently remove Taehyung's mask, his fingers trembling. Then, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Taehyung’s forehead. "Forgive me," he murmured, the words lost in the heavy atmosphere.
Driven by necessity, love, and the overwhelming force of his alpha, Jeongguk began to undress Taehyung while claiming his lips in a deep, searing kiss.
Jeongguk’s mouth moved against Taehyung's in a desperate dance of need and reluctant surrender. He savored the taste of him, the faint sweetness underlying the metallic tang of the drug coursing through his veins. Each touch was torment, a reminder of the circumstances that forced his hand. With painstaking care, he undressed Taehyung, each piece of clothing a painful reminder of his stolen choice. The silk slid from his body, revealing the smooth expanse of his skin, flushed and shimmering with sweat.
Erebus screamed within him, demanding that he skip the foreplay, bury himself deep and claim what was his. But Jeongguk fought the urge, clinging to the last vestiges of control. He wouldn't just take; he would try impossibly to give something back.
He then discarded his own clothes, the metallic clink of his belt buckle echoing in the silent room. Naked, he felt exposed and vulnerable under the weight of his decision. Moving onto the bed, he hovered over Taehyung, his gaze sweeping over his vulnerable form. He knew, intellectually, that Taehyung wouldn't remember. But he would. He would carry the weight of this night, of this choice, forever.
He took a deep breath and lowered himself, carefully positioning between Taehyung's legs. He nuzzled his face into Taehyung's neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent -a blend of ocean breeze and white musk, amplified by the heat radiating from his skin.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry."
He began kissing Taehyung slowly and deliberately, focusing on the soft curve of his jaw, the sensitive skin behind his ear, and the delicate line of his collarbone. He wanted to savor every part of Taehyung, committing it to memory. This night would be etched in his soul forever, and he wanted it to be more than just a forced act of desperation. He poured all the affection he had been hoarding, all the pent-up longing, into these tender, hesitant touches.
🔞Mature Content Ahead~
His mouth trailed down Taehyung's chest, lingering over each nipple, teasing them with his tongue until they hardened. He heard a soft moan escape Taehyung’s lips, a sound that both thrilled and devastated him.
He continued to explore Taehyung's body with his mouth and hands, trying to coax him towards pleasure and distract him from the effects of the drug. He knew he couldn't completely eliminate the discomfort, but he could make it more bearable.
Finally, as he felt Taehyung trembling beneath him, arching his back in desperate need, he knew he could not delay any longer. Erebus was on the verge of overpowering him, pushing him towards a primal act he desperately wanted to avoid in these circumstances.
He inserted one finger, then another, his movements painstakingly slow and gentle. He needed to be careful, to minimize the pain, to find a fragile balance between his own desperate needs and Taehyung’s unconscious suffering.
Taking another deep breath, he positioned himself at Taehyung’s entrance. He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at Taehyung’s face, his expression etched with a mixture of pain and longing.
“One last time,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Forgive me.”
Then, with a slow, agonizing push, he entered Taehyung. The world seemed to hold its breath as Jeongguk stilled, every muscle in his body tense. He focused on Taehyung's face, searching for any sign of distress beyond the drug-induced haze. Taehyung's brow was furrowed, his lips parted in a silent moan. Jeongguk waited, giving him time to adjust and acclimate.
Erebus raged within him, a tempest of possessive fury, demanding he plunge deeper, claim him fully. But Jeongguk fought back, channeling his alpha's energy into a shield to protect Taehyung from its full force. He focused on the present, on the delicate balance he was trying to maintain.
He began to move, slowly and gently, testing the waters. Each inch was a torment, a violation of his own principles, yet fueled by the desperate need to protect the omega beneath him. He watched Taehyung's face, searching for any indication that he was pushing too far.
Taehyung's breathing became more ragged, his body beginning to move in response, a subtle shift of hips, a tightening of muscles. He was reacting, responding, not just passively enduring. A sliver of hope pierced through Jeongguk's guilt.
He leaned down, kissing Taehyung's forehead and temple, whispering words of reassurance. "I'm here, Taehyung. Just breathe. I'm here." He continued to move, his pace dictated by Taehyung's reactions and the subtle cues his body offered.
He focused on connecting with Taehyung, on building some semblance of intimacy in this forced, stolen moment. He trailed kisses down Taehyung's neck, whispering his name, his voice thick with emotion. He wanted Taehyung to know, somehow, that this wasn't just a primal act, that there was love, and regret, and a desperate need to protect him woven into every touch.
As Jeongguk delved deeper, Taehyung began to moan louder, his body arching against Jeongguk. The drug was still coursing through him, blurring the lines of reality, but beneath it all, Jeongguk sensed a flicker of recognition, a spark of pleasure.
Jeongguk quickened his pace, driven by the primal urge to satisfy and claim, but always mindful of Taehyung's comfort and well-being. He was caught between two worlds, his human conscience warring with his alpha instincts.
Finally, as the tension reached its peak, Jeongguk felt Taehyung tense beneath him, his body shuddering with release. He followed suit, his own climax a torrent of conflicting emotions - guilt, relief, and a profound sense of connection.
🔥Ends here~
He collapsed against Taehyung, his body heavy with exhaustion. He held him close while waiting for his knot to recede, whispering reassurances and apologies into his ear. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Taehyung was safe, and that was all that mattered.
He stayed there for a long time, cradling Taehyung's limp body against his own. The drug-induced haze seemed to be receding, leaving Taehyung in a state of exhausted slumber. Jeongguk listened to his soft, even breathing, a small comfort amidst the storm of guilt and regret brewing within him.
He gently disentangled himself, careful not to jostle Taehyung awake. He needed to clean him, to make him as comfortable as possible. He found a soft cloth and warm water, carefully wiping away the sweat and evidence of their forced intimacy. Each touch was a penance, a silent apology whispered against Taehyung's skin.
Once Taehyung was clean and resting comfortably, Jeongguk turned his attention to the room. It was a mess, a stark reflection of the chaos that had unfolded. He straightened the rumpled sheets, picked up the scattered clothes, trying to restore some semblance of order to the scene. It was a futile attempt, he knew, but it gave him something to focus on, a way to channel his restless energy.
Climbing onto the bed, he pulled Taehyung closer, his movements gentle as if Taehyung were made of spun glass. He spooned his body against Taehyung's back, feeling the warmth of Taehyung’s skin as a small comfort against the chilling dread that threatened to engulf him. Resting his chin on Taehyung's shoulder, he inhaled the faint scent of ocean breeze that still clung to his skin, a scent he’d always loved, but now feared he had tainted. He knew he couldn't undo what he had done, but he could try to make amends and dedicate his life to ensuring Taehyung's happiness.
Jeongguk knew this wasn't over. He knew the repercussions of this night would haunt him. But in this moment, holding Taehyung close, he felt a flicker of peace, a sense of having done what he had to do to protect him. He had sacrificed his own ideals, his own desires, to save the omega he loved. And in that sacrifice, he found a strange, twisted kind of solace.
⚜️
The next morning, Taehyung woke up alone. A dull ache throbbed between his legs, a phantom sensation he couldn't quite place. He bolted upright in bed, the soft, unfamiliar sheets tangling around his legs. A wave of nausea washed over him, a consequence of the lingering drug and the unsettling absence of memory. He scanned the room, his heart hammering against his ribs. It was opulent, decorated in shades of grey and silver, a stark contrast to the utilitarian room he'd been assigned with Minjae. He was definitely not where he was supposed to be.
The horror truly struck when he threw back the covers. Naked. He was completely naked. His skin crawled with a phantom sensation, a tingling that felt both foreign and disturbingly familiar. His body ached, a dull throbbing that resonated deep within his bones. He didn't have to be a doctor to know what that meant. Shame washed over him, hot and suffocating. Had he…had he been taken advantage of?
Panic seized him, a cold fist clenching around his throat. He scrambled out of bed, his bare feet padding softly on the plush carpet. Where were his clothes? Where was Minjae? Where was he? The questions spiraled in his mind, each one a tiny hammer blow to his sanity.
His eyes landed on a discarded pile of clothes near a chaise lounge. With trembling hands, he grabbed them and dressed quickly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, a desperate need to cover himself, to reclaim some semblance of control.
He needed to leave and find Minjae. He didn't know what had happened, but he felt the urge to explain himself to his boyfriend, to assure him that he never intended to cheat on him, that he would never do anything to hurt him. The image of Minjae's pained eyes propelled him forward, fueled by a desperate need to clarify, apologize, and be forgiven for something he didn't even understand.
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Notes:
This update took longer than expected because as I mentioned before, writing smut is one of my weaknesses. I hope the update didn't disappoint. 🍼🧷
Chapter 15
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Taehyung burst into their cabin, ready to pour out his confession. But the words died in his throat as the scene that greeted him shattered the remnants of his fragile hope. Minjae was in bed, tangled in the sheets with the sleek, predatory model who had been hanging around them all night. The air was thick with their scent, a nauseating mix of entitlement and lust.
"Minjae?" Taehyung croaked, his voice barely a whisper.
Minjae's eyes narrowed, hardening with an ugly malice that Taehyung had never seen before. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. Had a good time whoring yourself out to some other alpha, Taehyung?"
"Whoring? I... didn't know what happened. I think someone drugged my champagne. I entered the wrong room last night. I didn't mean to..." He trailed off, his voice cracking.
Minjae sneered. "Oh, the innocent omega act again? You never wanted to sleep with me before the wedding, claiming virtue. Yet you were quick enough to open your legs for another? Hypocrite."
The words stung, each one a tiny shard of glass piercing his heart. He had refrained from intimacy because he wanted to save it for after they got married to make their first time together something special, something meaningful. And now, he was being accused of infidelity, of hypocrisy, by the very man he loved.
The model giggled, a shrill and unpleasant sound that grated on Taehyung's raw nerves. Her eyes raked over him with contempt. "Minjae, darling? Why are you even in a relationship with this boring..." She paused, searching for a suitably cutting word. "...prude? He's clearly not capable of satisfying you."
Taehyung felt his face burn. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the floorboards and cease to exist. The model's casual cruelty was almost as painful as Minjae's venom.
Minjae grabbed Taehyung's luggage and threw it onto the hallway floor. "Get out! We're done. Don't ever come near me again. You're a cheater, Taehyung. A lying, cheating whore!"
Tears streamed down Taehyung's face as Minjae shoved him out the door. He sat huddled beside his luggage, his bare feet aching on the cold wooden floor, the cruel words echoing in his mind. Nyx, his inner omega, was silent, reeling from the drug's assault. He felt utterly alone.
Suddenly, a wave of possessiveness surged through Jeongguk, Erebus, his alpha, snarled in fury. It had awakened when Jeongguk returned from his father's, only to find Taehyung gone from his room. Jeongguk had to find him before his wolf took control and caused chaos on the cruise. Following Taehyung's scent, Jeongguk found him outside Minjae's cabin, a broken figure huddled on the floor, crying and trembling. Taehyung's scent was a potent blend of distress and lingering heat, a painful reminder of the night before.
"Taehyung?"
He looked up, bleary-eyed, to see a familiar face. "JK?" he whispered, recognizing the kind stranger from the diner where he worked.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Jeongguk, or JK as he was known at the diner, knelt beside him, his brow furrowed with concern.
Taehyung poured out his story, the words tumbling out in a torrent of pain and humiliation. "He said I cheated... He kicked me out. He doesn't believe me."
Jeongguk's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew precisely who Taehyung had been with last night - himself. His father's sudden collapse had pulled him away before Taehyung woke, and now, to find him in this state, accused and abandoned... it was unbearable.
He couldn't reveal his true identity, not yet. Not until Taehyung knew him for who he was, not for the crown he carried. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "Just give me a minute, Tae."
Erebus roared with rage. He wanted to tear Minjae limb from limb for daring to hurt Taehyung, for daring to dismiss the omega that Jeongguk himself had... bonded with.
But Jeongguk wrestled Erebus back, forcing him to submit. Taehyung must never see him like this, consumed by primal rage.
Upon seeing Taehyung barefoot, Jeongguk's anger flared once more. He returned to his suite, moving with precision and efficiency. There, he found Taehyung's discarded shoes tucked under the bed and went back to the corridor. Kneeling before Taehyung, he gently took the omega's foot in his hand and slipped the shoe on. This simple act felt strangely intimate, a silent promise of protection.
"JK... you don't have to do this," Taehyung mumbled, flustered.
"Of course, I do," Jeongguk said softly, his eyes holding a depth of emotion Taehyung couldn't decipher. "Come on. Let's get you somewhere safe." He gathered Taehyung's luggage, leading him to a room that eclipsed Minjae's in size and luxury.
Once Taehyung was settled, Jeongguk excused himself. "I'll be right back with some food. Try to rest."
As soon as he closed the door, Jeongguk pulled out his phone. "Yoongi! Get down here now and make sure Minjae and his... guest, are escorted off the Hanyang Grand Cruise immediately! I don't care how you do it. Throw them overboard and let the sharks feast on them or whatever. Just get them out!" His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth he showed Taehyung. He would make sure Minjae paid for what he had done.
Yoongi groaned. He couldn't simply toss people into the sea, no matter how commanding Jeongguk's voice sounded. "Jeongguk, I can't just...get rid of them like that! It would be a PR disaster! I'll have security escort them off the ship discreetly at the next port. Maybe we can charge them with disruptive behavior? But throwing them overboard is not an option."
Jeongguk sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Just remove them from the ship. Now. Make sure to teach that bastard a lesson. Have some of our men beat the crap out of that waste of space of an alpha before Erebus decides to take matters into his own hands," he said before hanging up, his frustration barely contained. Erebus was still simmering beneath the surface, urging him to act, to claim, to protect.
In the opulent room, Taehyung sat on the plush sofa, the events of the night swirling in his mind. He still didn't know who he had been with. The only thing he knew was that JK, this kind stranger from the diner, had rescued him from a nightmare. And as he waited for Jeongguk to return, a fragile seed of hope began to bloom in his wounded heart. Perhaps, amidst the wreckage of his life, he could find something beautiful and unexpected. He just didn't realize that the man he knew as JK was about to change his life in ways he could never have imagined.
Jeongguk returned to Taehyung's suite carrying a tray filled with comfort food: warm soup, crusty bread, and a steaming mug of chamomile tea. He found Taehyung curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the endless expanse of the ocean.
"Hey," Jeongguk said softly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "I brought reinforcements."
Taehyung managed a weak smile. "Thank you, JK. You're too kind."
"Don't mention it. Eat something. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" he urged, gesturing towards the soup. He watched as Taehyung hesitantly took a spoonful, his eyes still clouded with pain. Jeongguk wanted to wrap him in his arms, to shield him from the world, but he knew he had to tread carefully. He was still a stranger to Taehyung, and forcing himself upon him would only exacerbate the trauma he had already endured.
"It's good," Taehyung murmured, taking another spoonful. "Thank you."
As Taehyung ate, Jeongguk sat silently, observing him, his protective instincts on high alert. He knew he couldn't just stand by and watch Taehyung suffer. He had to help him heal, to rebuild his shattered trust, and to make him understand that he deserved better than Minjae.
"Taehyung," he began, his voice gentle, "what are you going to do now? I hope you're not thinking of forgiving your boyfriend after he humiliated you. You deserve better than that."
"But Minjae is right. In a way, I did cheat on him. I slept with someone who I'm not in a relationship with. I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have drunk last night. I vowed to keep my purity until I mated, but last night, I broke it." Taehyung trailed off, his voice thick with self-reproach. His hands trembled as he set the soup bowl down, the clatter echoing in the otherwise silent room. The shame was a tangible thing, clinging to him like a shroud.
Jeongguk's heart ached. He wanted to tell him the truth, to confess that he was the one Taehyung had been with, and that the memory loss was likely caused by a drug slipped into his drink, not some careless mistake. He longed to reveal his identity and claim Taehyung, to reassure him that he was still deserving of love and respect in his eyes. But he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet.
"Taehyung," Jeongguk said softly and sincerely, "Listen to me. Whatever happened last night, it wasn't your fault. You were drugged and not yourself. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You're not defined by one mistake, one night. To me, you're still pure and untainted. And besides, Minjae has no right to insult you when he himself is intentionally cheating on you.”
Tears welled up in Taehyung's eyes, blurring his vision. He hadn't expected such kindness and understanding. He looked at Jeongguk, his face etched with vulnerability. "Thank you, I feel much better now," he said.
Jeongguk reached out and gently took Taehyung's hand, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through the omega's body. "I may not know you well, but I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you again."
He held Taehyung's gaze, pouring all his sincerity into his eyes. He knew he was making a promise he intended to keep, a promise that would likely change the course of his life. He was the Crown Prince of Hanyang, destined for a life of duty and responsibility. But in that moment, all he cared about was protecting Taehyung, helping him heal, and earning his trust.
"Stay here," Jeongguk continued, his voice softening. "Stay here on the cruise. Let me take care of you for a few days. We can relax, explore, and just... be. No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me." He knew it was a risk. Spending so much time with Taehyung, keeping his true identity a secret, was bound to become increasingly difficult. But he couldn't bear the thought of letting Taehyung go, not when he needed him most.
Taehyung looked at Jeongguk, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. He didn't know this man well, but there was something about him -something in his eyes -that made him feel safe and protected. After the events of the night before, all he wanted was a safe haven, a place to heal, and a reason to believe in kindness again.
He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Okay, JK. I'll stay."
A wave of relief washed over Jeongguk. He squeezed Taehyung's hand gently, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tae. I promise you won't regret it."
He stood up, his movements purposeful. "Now, finish your soup. Then, we can do whatever you want. We can watch a movie, sit by the pool, or just talk. Whatever makes you comfortable." He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes, and Taehyung felt a flicker of warmth in his chest, a tiny spark of hope igniting in the darkness. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to heal, to trust, to love again. And maybe, just maybe, this stranger named JK could be the one to help him. He just didn't know the full extent of the powerful forces, both internal and external, that would try to keep them apart. He didn't know that the man he was beginning to trust was a prince in disguise, and also the alpha with whom he had slept.
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Meanwhile with Yoongi and Minjae. "Where is Irene? What did you do to her? Who are you? Don't you know who I am? You will regret keeping me here," Minjae sputtered, his face red with outrage and fear. He was pinned to a plush velvet chair in a dimly lit cabin, with two hulking figures flanking him, their expressions unreadable.
Yoongi stood in the corner, observing the scene with a detached air. He crossed his arms, exuding cool authority. "Irene is being taken care of. Let's just say she won't be bothering anyone for a while," he said. He deliberately omitted the fact that Irene had already been kicked off the ship after he warned her to keep quiet or risk ending her modeling career. The less Minjae knew, the better.
Minjae's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? I demand to know!"
Yoongi chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Let's just say I'm a cleaner. I clean up messes. And right now, you're a particularly messy one." He gestured to one of the men holding Minjae down. "Show him some respect."
Before Minjae could react, the guard on his left delivered a sharp jab to his stomach. He gasped, doubling over, the wind knocked out of him. Fear, raw and undiluted, replaced the arrogance in his eyes.
"Now," Yoongi continued, his voice hardening, "about that 'disruptive behavior' we were discussing. You disrespected an omega on this ship. A very important omega. And that doesn't sit well with certain people."
Minjae struggled to speak, his voice hoarse. "I... I didn't... he cheated on me!"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Cheating is a matter between partners. Humiliating someone publicly, especially an Omega, is a matter for us." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "The boss gave us strict instructions not to damage that already hideous face of yours, but he didn't mention anything about the rest of your body. Consider this a friendly reminder to treat omegas, any omega, with the respect they deserve."
He snapped his fingers, and the guards wasted no time. A brutal, silent assault followed. Minjae cried out, but the sounds were quickly muffled by a gag that one of the guards shoved into his mouth. Yoongi watched impassively, his face betraying no emotion. He had no sympathy for the man.
When it was over, Minjae was a bruised and whimpering mess. Yoongi approached him, crouching down until they were eye-to-eye. "Consider this a lesson learned," he whispered. "You will be escorted off the ship at the next port. You will disappear from Taehyung's life. And if you ever come near him again, I guarantee you won't live to regret it."
He stood up, brushing off his perfectly tailored suit. "Make sure he understands," he instructed the guards. "And pack his bags for him."
As Yoongi walked out of the cabin, he pulled out his phone. He needed to update Jeongguk on the situation. "He's been dealt with," he said curtly. "He'll be removed at the next port. He won't be causing any more trouble."
He could almost hear Jeongguk's sigh of relief on the other end of the line. "Good. I don't want him anywhere near Taehyung. Make sure he gets the message loud and clear, Yoongi."
"Consider it done," Yoongi replied, before ending the call. He hated cleaning up messes, but he knew Jeongguk would do the same for him in a heartbeat. Loyalty, honor, and respect meant everything to him, especially when it came to the crown prince.
Yoongi glanced at the ship's schedule. They were due to arrive at the port in the morning. Just a few more hours, and Minjae would be someone else's problem. He just hoped that the omega the crown prince was infatuated with would recover from the trauma and humiliation that shitty Minjae had caused.
Back in Taehyung's suite, Jeongguk was doing his best to distract the omega. They were engrossed in a classic movie, the sound low and comforting. Taehyung seemed to be relaxing, his earlier distress slowly fading away. Jeongguk had managed to coax a few genuine smiles from him, and each one felt like a small victory. He was still a stranger to Taehyung, but he was determined to earn his trust, one kind gesture at a time. He just hoped that his true identity would not be a barrier to whatever future they may have.
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Minjae was greeted with a strong punch as he arrived home. The sting of the blow spread across his cheek, causing him to stumble back. The expensive Persian rug did little to soften the impact. His father, usually displaying a mask of power on his face, was now contorted with rage, spittle flying from his mouth.
“I trusted you with one job, and you couldn’t do it right! What happened, huh? I told you to drug the pureblood omega so you could breed him and provide us with a true blood heir. But you let a cheap model distract you!”
Minjae lowered his head, feeling the shame like a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't dare meet his father's eyes. “I… I followed the plan, Father,” Minjae mumbled, his voice barely audible. "But Taehyung didn't show up in our cabin."
His father roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the opulent room. “And instead of looking for him, you fuck another whore! You ruined my plan, Minjae! That aphrodisiac is one of a kind, but you wasted it! Now go and woo that pureblood omega again. Kneel, beg, do everything to make him sleep with you and produce your heir, or else I'll have your cousin, Sehun, be the heir of our pack!”
Minjae's heart clenched at the thought of Sehun, his smug, perpetually preening cousin, inheriting the Alpha position, the pack, and everything his father had built. It was unbearable. It wasn't just about power, though that was a significant part of it. It was the crushing weight of failure, the constant disappointment etched on his father's face.
"I understand, Father," he said, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. He straightened his back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I will… I will rectify the situation."
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Notes:
Will Taehyung give Minjae another chance? How will Jeongguk protect Taehyung without exposing his true identity?🍼🧷
Chapter 16
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A month had passed, yet the memory of the Hanyang Grand Cruise remained a blur for Taehyung. It was a disorienting kaleidoscope of champagne fizz and a strange, potent heat. He remembered the humiliation -the biting words of his then-boyfriend, Minjae, who had kicked him out of their cabin, accusing Taehyung of betraying him with another alpha when he returned that morning. But the alpha he'd supposedly shared a night with? A phantom. There was a gentle touch, a soothing scent, a whisper of comfort in the throes of a terrifying heat, but no face, no name.
Now, a month later, life was a quiet buzz of college lectures and the comforting sizzle of the grill at his cousin Seojoon’s diner. The aroma of brewing coffee and seasoned bulgogi usually filled him with a sense of peace, but today, a familiar, unwelcome scent permeated the air: Minjae’s.
He stood in the doorway, a picture of carefully crafted remorse. His usually sharp eyes were softened, his posture almost humble. “Taehyung,” Minjae began, his voice a low, regretful murmur designed to stir sympathy. “Can we talk? Please?”
Taehyung wiped down the counter, not looking up. "What is there to talk about, Minjae?" he asked, his voice flat.
Minjae stepped closer, invading his personal space. “I’m so sorry, Taehyung. For everything. I… I broke up with you out of jealousy, in the heat of the moment. The thought of you sleeping with another alpha, even if I didn’t know who… it just made me lash out.” He reached for Taehyung’s hand, but Taehyung instinctively pulled away.
"Jealousy?" Taehyung finally looked at him, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "You drugged me, Minjae. You literally drugged me so I'd be 'willingly' yours. And then you kicked me out when your plan backfired." He scoffed. "And let's not forget you went off and slept with that model instead of looking for me, your supposedly 'sick and drugged' boyfriend."
Minjae flinched, but quickly recovered, shaking his head with feigned shock. "Drugged? Taehyung, no! I swear it wasn't me! I think… I think it was that other alpha. The one you slept with. He must have drugged your champagne, wanting to take advantage of you. He probably knew you were with me, and he wanted to steal you away." His eyes widened, feigning concern. "He's the one who hurt you, Taehyung, not me. I was just distraught."
Taehyung stared at him, a cold, hard certainty settling in his gut. The words felt like a violation. "Don't you dare," he said, his voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through Minjae's lies. "Don't you dare accuse him. I don't remember who he was, but he was gentle. He took care of me. You, on the other hand, called me names, accused me of being a cheat, and threw me out of our cabin while having that model in our supposed bed."
A deep, visceral thrum echoed within Taehyung. Nyx, his inner omega, was practically purring. "Good, pup. Tell him!" Nyx had never liked Minjae, had always bristled under his possessive, condescending aura. The memory of Minjae insulting and humiliating Taehyung on the cruise had fueled a quiet, feral snarl in Nyx, who now felt immense satisfaction. Minjae's words were a pathetic, transparent attempt to rewrite history.
"There's no trust left, Minjae," Taehyung continued, drawing strength from Nyx's quiet approval. "And without trust, there's nothing. I'm not going back to you."
Minjae’s carefully constructed façade cracked for a moment, revealing a flash of the desperate alpha Taehyung knew. His father’s threat— fail to impregnate the pureblood omega, and your cousin takes your place as heir —loomed large in his mind. Losing Taehyung was not an option.
"I won't give up, Taehyung," Minjae said, his voice losing some of its fake softness, replaced by a steely determination. "I'll earn your trust back. I'll make amends for my past behavior. Just you wait." With that, he turned and strode out of the diner, leaving behind the lingering scent of desperation and the faint, sweet memory of a kind alpha who had helped him that night on the cruise.
Taehyung's thoughts drifted to JK, the customer who had shown up on the cruise and helped him when Minjae had kicked him out. He remembered JK's easy smile, his comforting presence, and the way he had managed to cheer him up even in his lowest moment. Little did he know that JK was also Prince Jeongguk, the very alpha he had slept with that night, whose face remained a blank among his blurred memories.
Meanwhile, Jeongguk felt a restless energy thrumming beneath his skin. Erebus was practically howling, urging him to visit their omega, to protect him, to simply be near him. But duty, a heavy, suffocating cloak, pressed down on him.
The royal court was in an uproar. Anonymous accounts had sprung up online, posting doctored images and twisted narratives, painting true-blood alphas like him as uncontrollable, dangerous, and unfit to rule. Fear was a potent weapon, and it was being wielded expertly to stir doubt in the citizens of Hanyang, threatening his succession. And if that wasn't enough, King Namjoon’s health was steadily declining, casting a long shadow over the palace. Jeongguk’s responsibilities mounted daily, a crushing weight on his broad shoulders.
"The council suggests a period of rigorous training abroad, Your Highness," Minister Han stated, his voice grave. "One year in Canada. It would ease the public's anxieties, demonstrate your control, your discipline. It would show them that your alpha will not be a danger to them."
King Namjoon, paler than usual, nodded in agreement. "It is necessary, Jeongguk. To assure the people, to secure your reign. Go. Prove them wrong."
Jeongguk, though his heart ached at the thought of leaving Hanyang and Taehyung, knew he had no choice. He agreed.
Before his departure, he made one last pilgrimage to Seojoon’s diner. The bell above the door chimed, and there he was, Taehyung, wiping down tables, his scent a soft, comforting presence that Erebus instantly latched onto.
"JK!" Taehyung's smile was genuine and warm, sending a jolt of longing through Jeongguk.
They talked, engaging in their usual easy banter, until Jeongguk had to break the news. “I’m going away for a while, Taehyung,” he said, trying to keep his voice light, but it cracked slightly. “A year. To Canada. For… a job.”
Taehyung’s smile faltered as a subtle sadness clouded his eyes, a reaction Jeongguk hadn't anticipated. It both thrilled and pained him. "Oh," Taehyung said, the single syllable tinged with unexpected wistfulness. "That's… a long time. Will you… will you come back to the diner?"
Erebus screamed at him, "Tell him! Tell him you're the Prince, tell him you’re his alpha, the one who held him that night!" But Jeongguk's resolve held strong. The fear that Taehyung would look at him with hatred, with revulsion for what happened on the cruise, for unknowingly taking his first, was too great. He couldn't risk shattering the fragile, innocent bond they had.
"I will," Jeongguk promised, his voice soft and earnest. "I’ll be back, Taehyung. I’ll come back to see you again." He reached across the counter, his fingers brushing against Taehyung's. "Take care of yourself, okay? Don't get sick."
Taehyung nodded, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. He didn’t understand the ache in his chest, the heavy sense of loss that settled over him. He just knew that a source of quiet comfort, a pleasant constant in his tumultuous life, was leaving.
As Jeongguk walked away, he glanced back at Taehyung, who was watching him go. He etched the image into his mind, making a silent vow that he would return stronger, more secure, and perhaps, finally brave enough to reveal the truth.
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The chilly Hanyang night air nipped at Prince Jeongguk’s cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the icy ache in his chest. Just hours ago, he had been sitting across from Taehyung at that cozy diner, basking in the warmth of the omega's smile that chased away every shadow. Now, the memory was a fresh wound, a reminder of the distance that was about to stretch between them. His training in Canada loomed, a necessary duty, but his inner alpha, Erebus, howled in protest at leaving their omega behind.
He strode into his quarters, the familiar elegance feeling stark and cold tonight. He expected silence, maybe his trusted guards at their posts. Instead, a light was on, and a figure was bustling within.
“Yoongi-hyung?” Jeongguk’s voice was tinged with surprise.
His right-hand man, Min Yoongi, spun around with a wide, almost giddy smile on his usually stoic face. Bags — two large, overstuffed duffels and a backpack — were neatly lined by the door.
“Jeongguk-ah! You’re back! Perfect timing!” Yoongi practically bounced on the balls of his feet, an unusual display of enthusiasm from the typically reserved alpha. “I’ve got everything packed! I remembered your favorite instant noodles, just in case Canadian food is… well, Canadian. And I’ve got that new portable charger for your tablet. Figured we’d need it for those long flights.” He gestured proudly at his luggage. “Ready for Canada, Your Highness.”
Jeongguk blinked, a slow, dawning realization washing over him. Yoongi, of course, assumed he was accompanying Jeongguk to Canada for his intensive royal combat and diplomacy training, as was tradition for the heir apparent’s closest alpha guard.
A sigh escaped Jeongguk’s lips. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jeongguk began, his voice softer than usual. “About Canada…”
Yoongi’s smile faltered, a slow dawning comprehension replacing the elation. “What about it?”
“You’re not coming with me,” Jeongguk said, the words a dull thud in the quiet room.
Yoongi stared, his jaw slackening. “I’m… what? But… I packed! My passport is updated! My winter gear is all laid out!” He gestured frantically at the bags, as if they were evidence of his undeniable claim. “I’m your chief bodyguard, Jeongguk-ah! Who else would go with you?” Yoongi scoffed at the very idea.
Jeongguk walked past him and settled onto his plush armchair. “I have a different assignment for you, Hyung,” he said, pausing to choose his words carefully. “You know how I’ve always praised your cooking?”
Yoongi blinked, utterly bewildered. “My… cooking? Your Highness, I’m a competent, highly trained alpha bodyguard, not a… a chef!”
“And a very good one at that,” Jeongguk continued smoothly, ignoring the offense in Yoongi’s tone. “I want you to apply for a job at Seojoon’s diner, the one Taehyung works at part-time. I need someone I trust to look after Taehyung while I'm gone.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, then narrowed into slits of disbelief. “You want me to… flip burgers? This is a joke, right? I’m supposed to protect you, not…” He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure exasperation. “Not babysit your… your crush! I’m a competent and very good bodyguard, not a nanny!”
“He’s not my crush, Hyung,” Jeongguk corrected, his voice firm, tinged with a protective rumble from Erebus. “He’s my omega. And while I’m away, training to become a better leader for my people, I need to know he’s safe. You’re the only person I trust implicitly to watch over him. You’d be looking after him, Hyung, making sure he’s well, that no one bothers him. And your cooking would be a bonus for the diner.”
Yoongi threw his hands up in despair. “Are you serious right now? I’ve trained for years to protect you from assassins, political rivals, and international threats! And you want me to… manage a deep fryer? Unbelievable.”
Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, his shoulders slumping. “This is madness. I’m an alpha right-hand man, not a kitchen slave! My entire career, reputation, and training…”
“Speaking of reputation,” Jeongguk interjected, his gaze fixing on Yoongi’s. “I also happen to know about you and Hoseok, hyung.”
Yoongi froze. His eyes, which had been narrowed in exasperation, now widened ever so slightly, a flicker of genuine alarm in their depths. “What about Hoseok?” he asked, his voice suddenly a little tight.
“Oh, nothing much,” Jeongguk said casually, though a mischievous glint entered his eyes. “Just that he seems to enjoy your company quite a bit, doesn’t he? All those secret meetings in the palace gardens, the late-night dates outside the palace. If you were to leave for Canada… well, Hoseok might start feeling lonely, wouldn’t he? A young, lively beta like him, with so much affection to offer. They do say 'out of sight, out of mind'. Who knows who he might meet to… fill the void?”
Jeongguk knew deep down that Hoseok was completely, irrevocably, and helplessly in love with Yoongi. He knew that Yoongi's year-long absence wouldn't be enough to break that bond. However, he also knew that Yoongi’s deepest fear was losing Hoseok, and that tiny seed of doubt was all he needed to plant.
Yoongi stared at him, his face displaying a complex mix of fury, resignation, and pure, unadulterated shock at Jeongguk’s audacity. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.
Finally, with a sound that was half-groan, half-hiss, he collapsed back onto the bed beside his packed bags. “You manipulative little… Your Royal Highness!”
Jeongguk merely smiled. “So, Seojoon’s Diner, then?”
Yoongi buried his face in his hands. “Don’t you dare try to manipulate me, Your Highness! You know perfectly well Hoseok wouldn’t abandon me, not even for a thousand years in Canada!” He lifted his head, eyes blazing with grudging submission. “But fine! Fine! I will observe your… omega. I will cook for your part-time employee. I will make sure no one so much as looks at him sideways while you’re off doing whatever it is you do in Canada.”
He pointed a finger at Jeongguk, his expression deadly serious. “But you, Your Royal Highness, owe me. Big-time. And someday, I will collect. You will grant me anything I ask. Anything.”
Jeongguk’s smile broadened. He knew Yoongi would never ask for anything truly unreasonable, not from his prince. Yoongi’s loyalty, though often expressed through grumbles, was absolute. And this was a small price to pay for the peace of mind he needed while away from Taehyung.
“Agreed, hyung,” Jeongguk said, with amusement dancing in his eyes. “Anything you ask, consider it done. But in return, Taehyung’s safety, well-being, and happiness—they are your absolute priority. He is to be protected. Understood?”
Yoongi let out another weary groan, but a glint of the old, sharp Yoongi returned to his eyes. “Understood, Your Royal Highness. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I have a culinary career to launch. And a set of luggage to unpack.” He glared at the duffel. “I hope your Canada training is absolutely miserable, Your Highness.”
Jeongguk chuckled, already feeling a lighter weight on his chest. His omega was safe, under the surprisingly watchful eye of the most reluctantly loyal bodyguard in the kingdom. He could now relax and focus on the task ahead, fulfilling the unnecessary training just to ease his people's minds.
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Notes:
Eunwoo, Soobin and their mother's plan to cast doubts on Jeongguk's ability to rule Hanyang led to Jeongguk going away for a year. What will happen during this year of separation between Taehyung and Jeongguk? Will Minjae be able to approach Taehyung again and persuade him to take him back, all while Yoongi keeps a close watch on Taehyung for Jeongguk?🍼🧷
Chapter 17
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The news hit King Consort Jin like a thunderbolt, sharper than any blade. King Namjoon, his husband, his Alpha – the King of Hanyang – intended to send their son, Crown Prince Jeongguk, away. To Canada. For a year. All because of some anonymous, venomous online posts slandering true bloods, deeming them dangerous and unfit for the throne. It was outrageous. It was an insult. It was a thinly veiled attack on Erebus, Jeongguk's inner Alpha, powerful and pure.
Rage, potent and bitter, pulsed through Jin's veins, tainting his usually sweet lilac scent with an acrid edge. He stormed through the palace corridors. Hoseok, King Namjoon’s personal assistant, saw him coming, a whirlwind of furious determination. The beta’s eyes widened in fear, but he was wise enough, or perhaps too terrified, to even attempt to stop the King Consort from bursting through the grand doors of King Namjoon’s private quarters without so much as a knock or announcement.
Inside, the air was thick with the cloying scent of Minister Han’s expensive cologne, mingling with Namjoon’s faint, distressed alpha scent. Minister Han, a man whose ambition was as boundless as his meddling, was speaking, his voice oily and persuasive.
“...and after His Royal Highness completes his invaluable training in Canada, I believe a swift arrangement for his marriage to my niece, Sohee, before his coronation, would solidify his position further within the court and among the people. A natural progression, Your Majesty.”
Jin, standing like a vengeful deity in the doorway, felt his control snap. The words ignited a fresh surge of fury, making his vision blurred. Minister Han, pushing his pretentious, non-pure blood niece onto his true-blooded son? The audacity!
“Minister Han!” Jin’s voice, usually melodic, was now a whip-crack, cutting through the calm like shattered glass. Both men jumped, Namjoon flinching, Han scrambling to his feet, a surprised, almost offended look on his face. “When,” Jin spat, advancing into the room, his eyes blazing, “will you cease your incessant meddling in the lives of the royal family? Is there no line you won’t cross for your own gain?”
He didn’t wait for a response, turning his furious gaze onto Namjoon, who looked like a deer caught in a hunter’s sights. “And you, Namjoon!” Jin’s voice rose, laced with bitter disappointment. “When will you grow a backbone? When will you learn to say no to this man, to stop being his puppet? Is our son’s future, his very worth, to be dictated by anonymous online gossip and the whims of a court official?”
Namjoon, mortified by Jin's public outburst and the raw, cutting edge of his words, flushed a deep crimson. “Minister Han,” he managed, his voice strained, “please, leave us. We will speak of this later.”
Minister Han, though seething internally, bowed stiffly, his eyes darting between Jin’s furious face and Namjoon’s embarrassed one. Jin’s glare followed him, a silent promise of retribution. As the doors closed behind the minister, Han’s mind reeled. The nerve of that omega! He fumed. If only Sohee were a pureblood omega, I wouldn’t need to beg. She would be automatically chosen, like Jin was, despite his humble origins. His pure blood status was his only advantage. The unfairness of it all rankled him to his core.
Alone, Jin’s rage remained a storm in the opulent chamber. “You cannot send Jeongguk to Canada, Namjoon. You simply cannot. He was already away for his college degree in the US. How much more do you expect him to sacrifice? And for what? For some baseless accusations?”
Namjoon, finally finding his voice, though it was still fragile, tried to reason. “Jin, please. It is necessary. The people of Hanyang are swayed by these narratives. We cannot have them doubt Jeongguk, or his inner alpha. He must prove his worth in their eyes, outside of the palace walls, outside of our protection. It’s for his own good, for the stability of the throne.”
But Jin refused to listen, his fury too deep, too personal. “Necessary? What is necessary is for you to be a king, not a spineless puppet! What is necessary is for you to investigate who is truly behind these posts, tarnishing our son’s image, tarnishing the image of all true blood alphas! Instead, you take the easy way out, sacrificing our son. You are not just a useless, pathetic king, a puppet of this court, particularly of Minister Han. You are a useless father, and a useless husband!” His voice cracked, tears finally brimming in his eyes, hot and angry. In his blind rage, words he would later regret clawed their way out. “I wish you would just disappear. I wish you would just… die!”
The last word, sharp and full of a potent rejection, hung in the air, a poisonous dart. Jin turned on his heel, not daring to look back, and stormed out, leaving Namjoon alone in the vast, silent chamber.
Namjoon felt the words like daggers plunging into his heart, twisting with a pain more profound than any physical wound. His inner wolf, his proud Alpha, recoiled, writhing in agony from the complete and utter rejection of his mate. A sharp gasp escaped him, his knees buckled, and he crumpled to the floor, pain radiating from his chest. His nose, already sensitive under extreme emotional stress, began to bleed, a warm gush trickling onto the polished marble.
Moments later, Hoseok, hearing the heavy silence after Jin's departure, cautiously entered. He found King Namjoon unconscious, sprawled on the floor, a dark stain blossoming beneath his nose. Panic surged through him. He quickly fumbled for his phone, dialing Dr. Park Jimin’s number with trembling fingers.
Inside Jin, Chaos, his pure blood inner wolf, howled, a desperate plea to turn back, to apologize, to soothe the raw pain he knew his mate was experiencing. Go back, Jin! He’s hurting! You hurt him! Chaos cried, a primal instinct overriding much of Jin’s human anger. But Jin’s resolve, fueled by betrayal and the thought of being separated from his son once again, was iron. “Shut up, Chaos!” he snarled internally, silencing the wolf. “Don’t meddle this time. This is not about your lingering feelings for him, or his stupid alpha. He deserved it.” He walked on, his steps unwavering.
His next destination was clear: Second Consort Seola’s chamber. Jin’s instincts, honed by years of palace intrigue, screamed that Seola and her son, Prince Eunwoo, were likely behind the insidious online campaign against true blood alphas like Jeongguk. Seola had long harbored a burning ambition for her alpha son, Eunwoo, to ascend the throne, openly believing him more worthy than Jeongguk, whose only "edge," in her eyes, was his true blood lineage.
Seola and Eunwoo, lounging elegantly and chatting over platters of candied fruits and tea, looked up, startled, as King Consort Jin entered their chamber without preamble. Jin’s lilac scent, usually soft and comforting, was now a bitter, acrid cloud, making their own scents shrink back in apprehension. He didn't bother to sit; his towering presence was enough.
“I’m here to tell you both something,” Jin stated, his voice low and dangerous, eyes narrowed. “If I find even a shred of evidence that either of you, or anyone acting on your behalf, is behind those vile posts attacking true bloods, attacking my son,” his voice hardened, “I will personally ensure that Prince Eunwoo is exiled from Hanyang. And as for you, Consort Seola, I will see to it that every last allowance you receive is cut. Consider this your only warning.”
He watched their faces, seeing the flicker of surprise, then the carefully constructed expressions of feigned innocence. He saw no remorse, only calculation. With a final, withering glare, Jin turned and swept out, leaving behind a silence heavier than before.
As he walked out of Seola’s chamber, his mind still seething, he bumped into someone in the corridor. It was Soobin, Eunwoo’s beta twin. Soobin, startled, nearly dropped the book he was carrying. Jin, unbeknownst to him, was encountering the very person responsible for posting the damaging documentaries and videos, acting under the orders of his mother and twin.
Seeing Soobin’s gentle, anxious face, Jin's expression softened almost imperceptibly. "Soobin," he said, a rare note of kindness in his voice. "I am glad to see that you, at least, are kind. Unlike your mother and your brother." He offered a small, weary smile. "I always believed you were on Jeongguk's side. He always spoke so highly of you, favoring you among his half-siblings."
Soobin’s heart twisted in his chest, a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. Jin’s words, so sincerely spoken, felt like a heavy burden. It was true; Jeongguk had always been kinder to him than Eunwoo, who mostly saw him as a tool. He had agreed to post the videos, to ruin Jeongguk’s image, only because Eunwoo had promised him Omega Yeonjun as his mate if he became king. The promise had seemed so grand then, so worth it. Now, it felt like a dirty bargain.
After Jin left, Soobin slowly entered his mother’s chamber. Seola and Eunwoo were still agitated. "Mother, Eunwoo," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "I won't post any more videos. I... I can't. Prince Jeongguk has always been good to me. Better than you, Eunwoo."
Eunwoo sneered, a dismissive wave of his hand. "Idiot. It doesn't matter now. The King and the Royal Court have already decided to send Jeongguk to Canada. His absence is all I need. I will use this year to sway the people of Hanyang to my favor. They will see that I am the rightful king." He grinned, a cold, calculating gleam in his eyes.
Jin, his anger now fading into a deep, aching sorrow, made his way to Jeongguk’s chamber. The sight that greeted him squeezed his heart. Jeongguk’s large travel cases were neatly stacked by the door, ready for departure. His son, tall and regal even in casual clothes, was checking a last-minute list.
“Kook-ah,” Jin whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears.
Jeongguk looked up, his strong, true-blooded alpha scent filling the room reassuringly. Seeing the pain etched on his Papa’s face, he immediately went to him, wrapping Jin in a tight hug. Jin buried his face in his son’s shoulder, finally letting the tears fall.
“Oh, my beautiful boy,” Jin sobbed, clinging to him. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
Jeongguk held him close, stroking his hair. “It’s alright, Papa. I’ll miss you too. But one year is a very short time. Before we know it, I’ll be back in Hanyang. And I’ll prove to everyone, especially to those who doubt, that I am worthy. For Hanyang, and for us.” He held his omega father tighter, a true crown prince, already choosing the weight of his duty over his own comforts.
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Min Yoongi slumped onto the worn vinyl seat, the scent of sizzling kimchi and stale coffee a thick shroud around him. Busanpo. A seaside town, far from the polished marble halls of Hanyang Palace, and even further from the quiet comfort of his own chamber. He was here, in Seojoon’s diner, waiting for an interview for a cook position, all because Crown Prince Jeon Jeongguk, the lovesick fool, couldn’t bear to leave his secret omega, Kim Taehyung, unsupervised while he departed for his royal military training in Canada.
“Keep an eye on him, Hyung,” Jeongguk pleaded, his usually stoic face crumbling. “He’s… precious, and I don't trust his ex-boyfriend, Minjae. He needs someone looking out for him, someone to protect him discreetly. You’re good at that, Hyung. You’re subtle.”
Subtle, his ass. Yoongi was a royal bodyguard, a strategist, not a glorified nanny. Yet, here he was. The thought of Jeongguk’s incessant nagging if he failed to secure the role made a shiver crawl down his spine. He absolutely needed this job.
Beside him, another applicant, a lanky alpha with a nervous twitch in his eye, cleared his throat. “Choi Wooshik,” he offered, extending a hand. “You?”
“Min Yoongi.” Yoongi gave a perfunctory nod. Wooshik. Competition. Unacceptable.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Look, Wooshik-ssi, I don’t think you need this job.”
Wooshik blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me? I certainly do. Rent isn’t going to pay itself, you know.”
Yoongi suppressed a sigh. “What if I told you there was a better opportunity? A much, much better one.” He pulled out his phone, quickly typing. “You see this number? It belongs to Jung Hoseok. He’s the King’s chief assistant. Call him. Tell him Min Yoongi told you to. Tell him I said he’d find you a good position in Hanyang Palace. Something in royal administration, perhaps. Much better than flipping burgers.”
Wooshik stared at the number, then at Yoongi, a slow, incredulous laugh bubbling up. “Hanyang Palace? The King’s assistant? You’re applying for a diner cook position in Busanpo, and you’re telling me you’re connected to the royal family? Seriously?”
Yoongi’s already thin patience frayed. “Are you deaf? I said call him. Just call him. He’ll recognize my name. He’ll give you a job. Now, take it or leave it.” He leaned back, his gaze narrowing. “And Wooshik-ssi? Don’t get too comfortable with Hoseok. He’s mine.”
Wooshik’s chuckle grew louder, though a hint of intrigue now flickered in his eyes. “Sure, Yoongi-ssi. Your secret royal boyfriend. Got it.” He pocketed the number, still grinning. “Honestly, this is the strangest job interview I’ve ever been to. But… Hanyang Palace, you say?” He rose, a new spring in his step. “Well, good luck with the diner, then.” He waved a dismissive hand and sauntered out, already pulling out his phone, a faraway look in his eyes.
Yoongi watched him go, then blew out a relieved breath. Problem solved.
A gruff voice broke his reverie. “Min Yoongi-ssi? Seojoon.”
Yoongi nodded, rising. The interview with Seojoon, a burly, kind-eyed alpha, was surprisingly straightforward. Yoongi, despite his lack of diner experience, had enough general cooking knowledge and presented himself with a quiet competence that Seojoon seemed to appreciate. Whether it was his calm demeanor or the slight desperation seeping through his carefully constructed facade, Seojoon liked him.
“You’re hired, Yoongi-ssi,” Seojoon announced, a warm smile on his face. “Welcome to Seojoon’s Diner.”
Relief washed over Yoongi. “Thank you, Seojoon-ssi.”
“Now, let me introduce you to someone important. Taehyung! Come here for a sec, pup!” Seojoon called out. From the kitchen emerged a slender omega with a shock of soft golden-blonde hair and eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
“Hyung?” Taehyung asked, wiping flour from his apron.
“Taehyung, this is Min Yoongi. Our new cook. Yoongi, this is my cousin, Kim Taehyung. He helps out here too.”
Yoongi’s gaze locked with Taehyung’s. This was him. The omega Jeongguk loved so fiercely, so secretly. Taehyung, who knew Jeongguk only as ‘JK’, the polite, handsome customer who often lingered in the diner, never suspecting his true identity as the Crown Prince of Hanyang.
“Nice to meet you, Yoongi-ssi!” Taehyung said, his smile bright and genuine.
“You too, Taehyung-ssi.” Yoongi managed a small, almost imperceptible smile in return. He was in.
Days blurred into a week, then a little more. Yoongi, surprisingly, found himself settling into a rhythm at the diner. The early mornings, the bustling lunch rush, the familiar clang of pots and pans – it was a world away from palace protocols, yet it held its own charm. And the more he worked alongside Taehyung, the more his initial wariness morphed into genuine affection.
They discovered they were both from Daegu, a shared connection that instantly deepened their bond. Taehyung, a college student working part-time, was earnest and sweet, with a gentle spirit that made Yoongi feel an unexpected surge of protectiveness. He saw Taehyung not just as Jeongguk’s beloved, but as a younger brother he felt compelled to look after.
Then came the morning sickness.
It started subtly, a vague nausea, then progressed to violent heaving in the diner’s cramped staff bathroom. Taehyung had dismissed it as food poisoning, then stress, but the persistent queasiness, the unusual fatigue, gnawed at him. And the date. It had been just over a month since that night. The night he’d been drugged by his ex-boyfriend, Minjae, and had woken up in a strange bed with no memory of the alpha who'd been there. An alpha he knew only as a blurred memory, a kind voice, and a lingering scent of bonfire and something uniquely comforting.
Taehyung, heart pounding, had slipped out during his break, bought five different brands of pregnancy tests, and locked himself in his small room above the diner. The room was cozy, but cramped. Barely big enough for his bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. Definitely not big enough for a baby.
He had watched, breath held, as the lines appeared. One… two… three… four… five. All positive. Five bright, undeniable lines staring back at him from the little plastic sticks.
His hands trembled, dropping the tests onto his worn desk. Panic clawed at his throat. A pup. His pup. Unborn, and already fatherless in all but name. He was still in college, barely scraping by with his part-time job. His current living situation, directly above a bustling diner, was filled with constant noise and the pervasive smell of frying oil and spices – hardly an ideal environment for raising a child.
What was he going to do? How could he possibly tell Seojoon-hyung, or Yoongi-hyung, or anyone? His world, once a manageable chaos of studies and shifts, had just shattered into a million terrifying pieces. He covered his face with his hands, the silent tears beginning to fall.
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Notes:
Will Tae tell Seojoon and Yoongi that he's expecting and clueless about the father of his pup? What will Jeongguk do if he finds out that his omega is carrying his pup? Will he return to SK and abandon the training?🍼🧷
Chapter 18
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The scent of antiseptic and despair hung heavy in King Namjoon’s private chambers, a stark contrast to the opulent silk drapes and gilded furniture. Namjoon lay on his grand four-poster bed, his breathing shallow, each gasp a visible struggle against an unseen force. His usually vibrant skin had an ashen pallor, a clammy sheen of sweat coating his brow.
Dr. Park Jimin, his brow furrowed with concern, gently withdrew the medical instruments. "His Majesty's condition is worsening, Hoseok-ssi," he whispered, turning to the king's personal assistant. "The medications are barely keeping him stable. His inner alpha is… weakening. It's struggling to anchor itself, to sustain him."
Hoseok, a loyal shadow to the king for years, wrung his hands. "Is there really nothing we can do, Doctor? He looks… deathly."
Jimin sighed, his gaze flickering towards the nearly unconscious king. "As I've warned you repeatedly, Hoseok, this is not merely a physical ailment. The alpha needs its mate. King Namjoon's alpha imprinted on First Consort Jin, and Jin's rejection, his hatred… it's poisoning the king from within. If Consort Jin continues to distance himself, to build these walls, King Namjoon's inner alpha may not survive much longer. And without it, neither will His Majesty."
Hoseok felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. He knew. He knew the depth of First Consort Jin's resentment. He had witnessed the slow, agonizing erosion of their bond, the forced smiles, the strained silences, and finally, the explosive arguments. Jin’s hatred for the royal court's endless meddling, for First Minister Han’s insidious influence, for the constant pressure on King Namjoon to align himself with powerful clans through marriage… Hoseok understood it all. He just didn't know how to bridge the chasm that had opened between the two men who once seemed inseparable.
In his own luxurious chambers, far removed from the sterile scent of sickness, First Consort Jin stared blankly at the intricate patterns on his tea cup. The quiet opulence of his surroundings felt suffocating. Even there, he could feel it – a faint thrumming beneath his skin, an ache in his very core.
He's in pain, Seokjin. Go to him. Please.
The voice was soft, laced with primal anguish, echoing in his mind. It was Chaos, his inner pure-blood omega, inextricably linked to Namjoon’s alpha. Chaos whimpered, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through Jin’s very bones, desperate to solace its distressed mate.
Jin slammed the cup down, rattling the china. "Silence, Chaos!" he commanded internally, his mind a whirlwind of old wounds and fresh indignation. "He deserves it! He brought this upon himself!"
But you wished him… you wished him to disappear. To die. Chaos’s voice was barely a whisper now, filled with a raw sorrow that threatened to crack Jin’s carefully constructed defenses.
A shudder ran through Jin, a fleeting wave of nausea. He had spoken those words in a fit of uncontrollable rage, after Namjoon and the royal court decided to send Crown Prince Jeongguk to Canada. Canada! Half a world away, all because some idiotic, fear-mongering documentaries had painted true-bloods like his precious Jeongguk as dangerous, unstable, and unfit to rule Hanyang.
"Unfit?" Jin spat, his voice trembling with fury. "Erebus is a true-blood alpha! He should be worshipped! Those stupid ministers should kiss the ground our son walked on. There is no better future king than Jeongguk, Chaos. Jeongguk and Erebus don't need that so-called royal training. How dare Namjoon send our son away because of slandering posts and a power-hungry First Minister Han dictating his every move?"
Namjoon had tried to explain and soothe him, speaking of “stability” and “reassurance” for the citizens. But Jin had only seen betrayal. He saw a puppet king, easily swayed by the very court that had forced him to take on consort after consort, each new marriage stabbing Jin’s heart. He detested them all – the consorts, their conniving families, their children vying for the throne, and their thinly veiled envy of Jin's position and Jeongguk’s birthright. The chaos they brought to the royal family was unbearable.
"I wish you would disappear! I wish you would just… die!" Jin's words, sharp and venomous, tore through the air, and pierced Namjoon's heart. Jin witnessed the flicker of pain in Namjoon's eyes, the slump of his shoulders, but Jin quickly hardened his heart, refusing to back down. Let Namjoon suffer too. Let him feel a fraction of the pain he had endured for years.
Now, though, a sliver of guilt pricked at Jin. Disappear and die. He hadn't truly meant it. Had he?
He is your mate, Jin, Chaos urged, its voice growing stronger, more insistent. Our alpha is in pain.
Jin pressed his palms to his temples, trying to block out the insistent pleas. No. He wouldn't yield. He wouldn't give in to the primal instincts that screamed for him to comfort Namjoon. He wouldn't let himself be hurt again. Not by the man who had traded their son’s presence for political appeasement, who had traded their exclusive bond for a harem of strategic alliances.
The walls around his heart remained, cold and impenetrable. He needed them. He needed them to survive.
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The scent of simmering kimchi jjigae usually filled Seojoon's family diner with a comforting warmth, but lately, a different kind of chill settled in his heart whenever he looked at his cousin, Taehyung. It had been nearly seven years since Taehyung, a delicate omega, escaped the brutal murder of his parents by Minister Han's ruthless men in their Daegu home. He sought refuge with Seojoon's family in Busanpo, fragile and traumatized. Seojoon vowed then and there that as Taehyung's only remaining family, he would protect him.
But now, the protection felt insufficient. Taehyung was getting paler and thinner by the day, his usually vibrant complexion replaced by an almost translucent pallor. The most alarming symptom, however, was the constant throwing up, especially in the mornings, which he often tried to hide behind a forced cough and a weak smile.
"Taehyung-ah, we need to talk," Seojoon said, his voice firm yet gentle. They were in Seojoon's cramped mini-office, tucked away behind the kitchen of the bustling diner. The scent of fried mandoo and fresh coffee drifted past the door. Taehyung, who worked part-time at the diner to support his college studies, sat hunched on a small stool, trying to maintain an air of normalcy that didn't quite suit his gaunt frame.
"Hyung, I'm fine, really," Taehyung mumbled, avoiding Seojoon's gaze.
Seojoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, you're not. You're getting sick, and you're trying to hide it. You need to go to the hospital, just for a check-up. We're going this afternoon."
Taehyung flinched, his shoulders tensing. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. The truth felt like a heavy stone in his chest, one he hadn't known how to lift. He knew why he was sick. He'd suspected it for weeks -the nausea, the fatigue, the way his body felt subtly, undeniably different. The five pregnancy tests confirmed it. He was pregnant.
The words caught in his throat. How could he tell Seojoon? How could he explain what happened that night on the cruise when he himself didn't remember? The shame, the confusion, the fear of disappointing the only family he had left, choked him.
Seojoon waited patiently, his unwavering eyes fixed on Taehyung. Finally, through a shaky breath, Taehyung whispered, "Hyung... I... I'm pregnant."
The confession hung in the air, thick and heavy. Seojoon's eyes widened, a flicker of shock crossing his face before it settled into a profound worry. "Pregnant? Taehyung-ah... who... who is the father?"
Taehyung bit his lip, tears pricking his eyes. "Minjae... I think..." he started, his voice barely audible. "He was the one who invited me to Crown Prince Jeongguk's birthday cruise more than a month ago. He somehow got an invitation. He mixed something in my champagne... I don't remember anything after that. I just woke up in a cabin I didn't recognize, alone."
Just outside the thin office wall, Yoongi, the diner's cook, froze. He had been reaching for the sugar canister, a routine task, but the distinct voices of the cousins, especially the name "Minjae," had pierced his ears. Yoongi, Crown Prince Jeongguk's trusted bodyguard, was working here by Jeongguk's direct order, a subtle watch-dog tasked with keeping an eye on his secret love, Taehyung, while the Crown Prince was away in Canada for his royal training.
Yoongi's mind raced. Minjae! That scoundrel. He'd always suspected Minjae was no good for Taehyung. To hear that Taehyung was pregnant by him... a wave of protective rage for Jeongguk, his friend and charge, washed over him. He heard nothing beyond Minjae's name, blinded by his loyalty and immediate assumptions. He didn't wait for Taehyung to explain the rest - the drugging, the forgotten alpha. He just pictured Jeongguk, heartbroken and betrayed after all his quiet devotion.
Without a second thought, Yoongi pulled out his phone, dialing Jeongguk's secure line. He stomped into the back alley, the cold Busanpo wind hitting his face, trying to calm his racing pulse.
The call connected. "Your Highness," Yoongi's voice was strained, a rare tremble in his usually steady tone. "I... I have news. About Taehyung."
"Yoongi-hyung? What is it? Is he alright?" Jeongguk's voice, crisp and clear even from across continents, held an immediate edge of concern.
"He's... he's pregnant," Yoongi blurted out, unable to soften the blow. "By his ex-boyfriend, Minjae. I just overheard them. Your Highness, I know it's hard, but... you need to move on. Find another omega to court. He's already carrying another alpha's pup."
On the other end of the line, Jeongguk's world tilted. Not with despair, but with a surge of dizzying elation. Pregnant? Taehyung was pregnant? And the alpha he slept with while intoxicated by Minjae's drug was him, Crown Prince Jeongguk. Taehyung didn't remember, that much Jeongguk knew. But he remembered every touch, every scent from that fateful night on the cruise. He remembered how his alpha, Erebus, had surged when he found Taehyung vulnerable and confused, how instinct had taken over. He had claimed his omega and Taehyung didn't remember him.
"Yoongi-hyung," Jeongguk said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face, a stark contrast to Yoongi's internal turmoil. "Don't worry about who the father is. Just... just make sure he's okay. Take care of him. Make sure he eats only nutritious food, no shortcuts. Keep a close eye on him."
Yoongi was utterly bewildered. "Your Highness? But... he's carrying Minjae's pup! Your parents, the Royal Court, they will be in an uproar! You can't possibly intend to court him, let alone marry him, if he has another alpha's child!"
Jeongguk chuckled, a rich, deep sound that held no hint of sadness. "Hyung, trust me. There are things you don't understand yet. Just do as I say. We'll talk soon."
He hung up, leaving Yoongi staring at his phone in utter confusion, a thousand questions swirling in his mind. Why? Why was the Crown Prince still so caring?
Back in Seojoon's office, Taehyung was openly weeping now, the dam of his suppressed fear finally breaking. "I don't know what to do, Hyung," he sobbed, burying his face in his hands. "I don't even remember the alpha. My baby... it won't have a father. I don't even know who to look for."
Seojoon wrapped an arm around his trembling cousin, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "Taehyung-ah, listen to me. Whatever decision you make, whether you choose to keep this baby or... or not, I will support you. Our family will support you. You are not alone in this, understand?" He held Taehyung close until the sobs subsided into quiet sniffles.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Crown Prince Jeongguk leaned back in his chair, the crisp Canadian air from his open balcony door carrying the faint scent of pine from the vast forest surrounding his temporary retreat. A profound sense of peace settled over him, a warm glow that emanated from deep within his chest. His inner alpha, Erebus, purred with a profound satisfaction that rippled through his very bones. Our omega. Our pup. The next heir of the Hanyang Kingdom was already growing within Taehyung, a miracle he had yet to fully grasp. The thought filled him with overwhelming joy and a renewed sense of purpose. He couldn't wait to cut short his arduous training, return to South Korea, and see Taehyung, his beautiful, pregnant omega. The misunderstanding with Yoongi would be cleared up eventually; that was a mere ripple in the grand ocean of their future. For now, all that mattered was Taehyung and their pup.
The idyllic image, however, was suddenly shattered by a stark, unwelcome memory, crashing into his peaceful reverie like a cold wave. Taehyung’s living situation. The cramped room above Seojoon’s diner, the faint, perpetual smell of grease clinging to the air, the constant drone of city traffic and the flickering neon sign from the street below that cast an unwelcome, intermittent glow into the room. No, Jeongguk thought, a fierce, primal instinct rising within him, Erebus roaring in protest. He couldn’t allow Taehyung to stay there, not while carrying their child, his child, the future of Hanyang.
Jeongguk was the Crown Prince of Hanyang, the most powerful and affluent kingdom in South Korea. He commanded respect, wealth, and influence beyond measure. How could he, as the heir to such vast resources, allow Taehyung and their unborn pup to stay in such a miserable, unsuitable dwelling? The thought was unfathomable; Taehyung and their pup deserved only the best, the safest, the most comfortable. Anything less was an affront to his status, and more importantly, to his blooming love and alpha protectiveness.
With a newfound resolve that tightened his jaw, Jeongguk quickly pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, his thumb hovering over a name. He needed someone utterly discreet, immensely capable, and someone he could trust implicitly with a matter of such personal gravity. He dialed the number of Lee Jieun, his Papa's personal assistant.
After two rings, a crisp, efficient voice answered. "Your Royal Highness?"
"Jieun-noona," Jeongguk said, using the familiar honorific that spoke of their long history and his genuine affection for her, even through the formal boundaries of their positions.
Jieun chuckled softly. "Jeongguk-ah, it must be very important for you to call me directly. You seldom do." Her voice, while professional, held a warmth reserved for him.
Jeongguk felt a pang of guilt. "I apologize for troubling you, noona. I know you're exceptionally busy."
"Is everything alright? Are you encountering any problems in Canada? Do you want me to fly there?" Jieun asked with immediate concern, ever ready to spring into action.
"No, no, it's not about Canada," Jeongguk quickly clarified. He took a steadying breath. "I actually need a favor from you. A rather significant one, and one that requires the utmost discretion."
Jieun's voice became immediately more serious, her tone shifting from warm concern to a sharp, business-like readiness. "Anything, Your Royal Highness. You know that."
"I need you to find me an apartment," Jeongguk stated firmly, his voice unwavering and his gaze distant as he pictured Taehyung in a brighter, safer space. "At least three bedrooms, three baths, in a secure and safe location, preferably in a quiet, upscale district of Busanpo." Initially, he had considered a luxurious penthouse to flaunt his wealth, but that would raise suspicions for Taehyung. He would rightly question where such an extravagant gift came from. Instead, Jeongguk decided that a carefully chosen, spacious apartment would be ideal. He wanted Taehyung to believe that this newfound comfort was an inheritance from his late mother, a delayed gift finally materializing. It was a lie, but one rooted in protection and care.
A slight pause on the other end. "An apartment, Your Royal Highness? But why? The royal family has numerous residences scattered throughout South Korea, all equipped for your comfort and security," she said, her confusion was palpable.
"This isn't for me," Jeongguk explained, his heart swelling with a potent mix of love and protectiveness. "It's for an omega friend. Kim Taehyung." He heard the almost imperceptible intake of breath on Jieun's end, a sign that she recognized the unusual nature of the request, and perhaps the deeper implications behind Jeongguk’s carefully chosen words. Yet, he trusted her implicitly to ask no further questions, only to act.
Jieun's professional facade remained intact, but internally, her typically composed mind was abuzz with questions. An omega friend? The crown prince was personally arranging an apartment for him? She wanted to inquire about why he was providing an apartment for a random omega, to question the unusual request, but she bit her tongue. Jeongguk, despite their close relationship and his treatment of her like an older sister, was still the Crown Prince and heir to the throne of Hanyang. Jieun knew she had no right to ask questions, only to obey the crown prince's orders.
"And," Jeongguk continued, his voice dropping slightly, "I need you not to tell Papa about this. This must remain discreet."
Jieun’s mental gears turned faster. Discreet? From First Consort Jin? This is even more unusual.
"Also," Jeongguk added, the most crucial part of his plan, "when you give the apartment to Taehyung, you are to tell him that the apartment was bought by his mother when she was still alive. Tell him she saved up for it while working at Seojoon’s diner, the same one Taehyung is currently working at. Make it believable, Jieun-noona. Taehyung mustn't doubt it. It must feel like an inheritance, a legacy."
Jieun processed the complex web of instructions – the apartment, the secrecy from the First Consort, the elaborate lie about Taehyung’s mother. The Crown Prince rarely showed such personal intensity, such intricate planning for an 'omega friend.'
"Understood, Your Royal Highness," Jieun said, her voice now completely devoid of any lingering surprise. "I will do exactly as you ordered. You shouldn't worry; I will take care of everything."
Jeongguk felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Jieun-noona. You're the best."
As Jeongguk ended the call, a warm satisfaction spread through his chest. Meanwhile, Jieun lowered her phone, a genuine, if discreet, smile curling on her lips. Her curiosity was piqued beyond measure. Who is this Kim Taehyung? she mused. Did Jeongguk finally find his would-be mate? A secret one, at that. The implications were vast, but for now, her duty was clear: an apartment for an omega named Kim Taehyung. And the Crown Prince's secret to keep.
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Notes:
Our Crown Prince is already aware that Taehyung is carrying his pup. What will be his next move? And what about Minjae -what will he do about it?🍼🧷
Chapter 19
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The talk with his Seojoon-hyung had done little to soothe the frantic fluttering in Taehyung's chest. He looked around the cramped, dimly lit room above the diner. The omnipresent scent of frying oil, a medley of grease, onions, and something vaguely metallic, clung to the very fabric of the air, seeping through the porous floorboards and the thin, unsealed gaps in the walls. Outside, the incessant rumble and hiss of passing vehicles, a constant, grating lullaby, made the thin windowpanes vibrate.
He sighed, a sound heavy with exhaustion that went beyond mere physical tiredness, and gently, almost reverently, caressed the barely-there swell of his abdomen. Still flat, yet already a universe within him. How could he possibly raise a pup in this miserable state?
"Nyx," he whispered into the shared space of their mind, "how are we going to raise our pup here? What about the expenses? The diner salary barely covers my student loans. A baby... they're so expensive. How can we provide?" His voice hitched. "And the father, Nyx? The fact we don't even know who the alpha father is... Oh, Moon Goddess, what will we tell them when they grow up and ask?" Desperation clawed at his throat. "Nyx, do you truly not remember the alpha we slept with when Minjae drugged us?"
"Tae," Nyx's voice, usually a comforting hum, was now tinged with a raw vulnerability, "the drug affected me more profoundly than it did you. I believe Minjae had a suspicion that I, your inner omega, am a pureblood. That's why the concoction he used was specifically designed to incapacitate me, to render me utterly helpless. He knew he couldn't taint you without first silencing me."
Taehyung's jaw tightened, a familiar bitter taste flooding his mouth. Nyx had warned him. His inner omega, ever perceptive, had seen through Minjae's charming facade, had whispered doubts about the man's intentions. But Taehyung, starved for affection, had ignored his wise whispers, had let himself be swayed by Minjae's saccharine words and hollow promises.
"Tae," Nyx continued, his voice softer now, "I know this path will be unimaginably difficult. Keeping this pup, raising them alone... it will test us to our very limits. And I will support whatever decision you make, truly. But please, think carefully. We've lost so much. Our parents... this pup, Tae, they could be our family. Please, let us keep them," Nyx pleaded, his voice cracking with an emotion that mirrored Taehyung's own hidden longing.
The idea of not keeping his pup, of ending this nascent life, felt like a physical wrenching in his soul. It was a thought he couldn't, wouldn't, entertain. "Nyx," he whispered, his own voice firming, "do you truly think I have the heart to harm our pup? To choose anything but their life?" He let out a shaky breath. "This pup is ours. And we will love them. They won't ever feel the absence of an alpha father, not when they have us." He closed his eyes, picturing a tiny, perfect face. "I know it's going to be incredibly hard, especially with my studies, but we'll make it through. Together, Nyx. Always together."
What Taehyung, in his desperate and determined bubble, couldn't possibly know that Prince Jeongguk had already contacted Jieun, his Papa's most trusted aide to discreetly search for a suitable, secure apartment. An apartment that she would soon present to Taehyung, not as a gift from an unknown prince, but as a long-forgotten inheritance from his beloved mother, Tae-ri. This was the first step in a quiet, royal intervention that would change everything.
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The winter evening settled over Minister Han's mansion, its opulent halls hushed, save for the crackle of a fire in the grand study. Minister Han sat in a high-backed chair, his gaze fixed on the young woman before him. Han Sohee, the princess heir of the Tamna Kingdom, stood poised and elegant, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight - eyes so strikingly similar to his own, a truth only he knew.
"Sohee," Minister Han began, his voice smooth as polished stone, "the time has come. Crown Prince Jeongguk has been dispatched to Canada for his royal training. It is paramount that you join him there."
Sohee, ever compliant, inclined her head slightly. "And my purpose, Uncle?"
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Minister Han's lips. "To secure his affection. To ensure he agrees to marry you. I know you have been infatuated with the crown prince since you were fifteen. The future of Tamna and our family's standing depends on this union."
He watched her with a surge of dark satisfaction rippling through him. My daughter, soon to be queen. The thought was a secret, poisonous bloom in his chest. Sohee, beautiful and ambitious, was the perfect pawn. She believed him, her 'uncle', a devoted guardian. She knew nothing of the twisted truth: that Minister Han was her real father, born out of a heinous act of treachery and lust.
Minister Han's younger brother had married the Tamna princess, who was Sohee's mother -an exquisite woman whom Minister Han had desired from the moment he laid eyes on her. Despite being married himself, his monstrous desire for her persisted. On the night of their anniversary party, which was a forced celebration, he drugged the couple. Then, with chilling precision, he took advantage of Sohee's mother, ensuring the scene implied she had been with her husband. He was aware that his brother was infertile, a dark fact he had kept hidden. Therefore, when Sohee's mother became pregnant, he knew that the child was his.
To cement his crime, hide the truth, and eliminate any future complications, he had tampered with his brother's car brakes. The "accident" had been devastating, leaving Sohee fatherless and him, the sorrowful elder brother, as her protector and guardian. All of it, a meticulously crafted lie, leading to this very moment. Sohee, his blood, would sit on the Hanyang throne, making him the true power behind the crown.
King Namjoon of Hanyang and the royal court had sent Crown Prince Jeongguk to Canada. It was a strategic move, a public relations exercise. Whispers and slandering posts had infested the online sphere, painting true blood alphas like Jeongguk-whose inner wolf, Erebus, was a pure, potent force-as dangerous, untamed, unfit to rule Hanyang. The royal training was meant to assure the citizens that Jeongguk, despite his raw power, was a stable, capable ruler.
"Jeongguk is a formidable alpha, Sohee," Minister Han continued, breaking his internal reverie. "But he is also impressionable. You possess a charm that few can resist. Make him see that you are his destined queen."
Sohee's eyes gleamed with fierce determination. The prospect of becoming Queen of Hanyang and standing beside the Crown Prince, whom she had cherished since her teens, filled her with thrilling anticipation. This was her chance to get close to Jeongguk, just the two of them away from SK. She wasted no time; her bags were packed, and her travel was expedited by Minister Han's extensive influence.
Sohee boarded the private jet, feeling a blooming hope in her chest. She envisioned their return to South Korea: a grand wedding, cheers from the populace, and a life filled with unparalleled power and devotion.
Hours later, the Canadian wilderness unfurled beneath the plane's wings - vast forests, pristine lakes, and snow-capped peaks. The air was crisp and cold as she stepped onto the tarmac, then into the waiting car that whisked her towards the remote royal training facility, a secluded lodge nestled deep within the Rockies.
The drive was long, winding through silent, snow-laden roads. Sohee's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves. Soon, she would meet him. Soon, her future would begin.
But when the car finally pulled up to the grand, rustic lodge, an unsettling silence hung in the air. There were no royal guards, no bustling staff, no sign of the elaborate security and activity that would surround a crown prince. The place seemed deserted, its windows dark and uninviting.
Sohee frowned, a ripple of unease replacing her earlier excitement. The driver, a terse man in a dark uniform, opened her door. "This is the place, Princess Sohee."
Sohee stepped out, the chill air biting at her cheeks. "But... where is everyone? Where is Crown Prince Jeongguk?"
The driver's expression remained impassive. "Crown Prince Jeongguk is no longer here, Princess. He departed two days ago."
The words struck Sohee like an unexpected blow. Her carefully constructed vision of the future shattered, replaced by a cold, hollow void. Jeongguk was gone. And she, the ambitious princess, had flown halfway across the world for an empty promise.
"Gone?" Sohee whispered, her voice barely audible over the whipping wind. "But... why? Why wasn't I informed? My uncle, Minister Han, assured me..." Her voice trailed off, a strange, sour taste filling her mouth.
The driver, a tall, unsmiling man in a dark uniform, merely shrugged. "My orders were to bring you here, Princess. Nothing more." With that, he turned, climbed back into the car, and within moments, its tail lights vanished into the swirling snow.
Sohee angrily tossed her suitcase onto the snow-covered ground, the soft leather thudding with a pathetic sound against the pristine white. A gust of wind whipped her hair across her face, stinging her eyes with icy needles. "No!" she screamed, the sound swallowed by the vast, indifferent wilderness. "This can't be happening!"
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The chiming of the bell above the diner door was a sound Taehyung usually welcomed, a pleasant herald of new customers and the comforting bustle of his day. But today, it sent a shiver down his spine, a primal warning that had his inner omega, Nyx, bristling. The scent that followed, sharp and cloying, made his stomach clench - a familiar, unwelcome mix of expensive cologne and an alpha's desperation.
Minjae.
Taehyung, his hand instinctively going to his still-flat belly, forced a neutral expression. Morning sickness had been a relentless companion these past weeks, and Minjae's very presence seemed to amplify the queasiness. His pureblood omega instincts screamed for space, for peace, for anything but the manipulative alpha who now stood awkwardly by the entrance, a bouquet of gaudy red roses and a box of premium chocolates clutched in his hands.
"Minjae," Taehyung finally said, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth he usually offered customers. "What are you doing here?" He didn't want to see him. Not when every passing minute felt like a tightrope walk over a chasm of nausea and exhaustion.
Minjae's eyes, wide and seemingly contrite, swept over Taehyung's uniform. "Taehyung, my love," he began, his voice dripping with practiced remorse, "I've come to beg your forgiveness." He extended the flowers and chocolates. "Please, take these. A token of my unending regret."
Taehyung simply looked at the offerings, then back at Minjae. "I don't want them," he stated, his voice firm. The red roses seemed to mock him, a symbol of a love that had never truly existed.
Minjae's carefully constructed façade wavered, but only for a second. With a dramatic sigh, he dropped to his knees on the polished diner floor, ignoring the curious stares of the few patrons. "Taehyung, please," he choked out, his voice thick with what Taehyung knew were crocodile tears. "I know I messed up. I know I was a fool. Please, take me back. I can't live without you." He was desperate, fuelled by the chilling words of his father, the Head Alpha of Gyeongju, who had roared about Minjae's failure to secure the pureblood omega, thus jeopardizing his position against his ambitious cousin, Sehun.
Taehyung watched him, a weary sigh escaping his lips. Nyx was growling softly in his mind, urging him to end this farce. He needed Minjae gone, permanently. "Minjae," he said, his voice quiet but clear, "I'm pregnant."
Minjae froze, his tear-filled eyes widening.
"I'm carrying the pup of the unknown alpha I slept with on the cruise," Taehyung continued, watching Minjae closely. It was the truth, but uttered with a specific intent: to make Minjae flee. "So, tell me, Minjae. Knowing this, would you still take me back?"
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the diner, broken only by the distant clatter from the kitchen. Minjae's face contorted, a rapid succession of shock, disgust, and dawning calculation. His inheritance, the position of Head Alpha, his father's wrath - all flashed through his mind. If he rejected Taehyung now, he truly would lose everything. And a pureblood omega, even one already pregnant, was still a prize and a way to appease his father. He could spin it. He could claim the pup as his own, raise it as his, and still get access to Taehyung's lineage.
"Yes!" Minjae exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, a desperate, almost manic grin plastered on his face. "Yes, Taehyung, of course! I'll take you back! I'll accept you, I'll accept the pup as my own! We can raise them together, a family! My father will be thrilled!"
Just then, the swinging door to the kitchen burst open, and Yoongi stepped out, a dishcloth slung over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as they took in the kneeling Minjae and the pale Taehyung. Yoongi, Crown Prince Jeongguk's most trusted bodyguard and dear friend, had been secretly working in this diner as a cook on Jeongguk's explicit orders. His mission: to keep a watchful eye on his beloved omega, Taehyung.
Yoongi knew that Taehyung was expecting and believed that Minjae was the father of the pup. He hesitated, unwilling to interfere in what he saw as a sensitive and personal moment. However, when he noticed the exhaustion on Taehyung's face and the slight tremor in his hands, he realized he needed to act. Jeongguk's instructions were straightforward: ensure Taehyung's well-being.
Yoongi moved, his presence calm, steady force cutting through the diner's air. He stopped beside Taehyung, his scent, normally muted, subtly strengthening, a protective barrier against Minjae's cloying desperation.
"Minjae," Yoongi said, his voice low, deceptively even. "I think it's time for you to leave."
Minjae snapped his head up, his eyes widening in recognition. It was the man from the cruise who had his men drag and beat him in a secluded cabin. The memory brought a fresh wave of humiliation and pain.
Minjae rose fully, a sneer twisting his lips. "Well, well, who do we have here?" he scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. "I can't believe you're acting all high and mighty when you're just a glorified cook." Minjae's ignorance of Yoongi's true status - a member of Jeongguk's inner circle, the head of his personal guard, a powerful alpha in his own right - was obvious. He mistook Yoongi's quiet demeanor for weakness.
Yoongi simply watched him, unblinking. His broad shoulders seemed to expand, his inner alpha, honed by years of arduous training and unwavering loyalty, rising to the surface. It was a power that dwarfed Minjae's own. Yoongi's eyes, usually a soft brown, flashed a dangerous crimson. His scent, which moments ago had been a gentle, comforting citrus zest, intensified, now carrying the chilling tang of a predator, sharp and overwhelming.
Minjae, despite his bravado, instinctively recoiled, feeling a shiver run down his spine. His own primal instincts screamed at him to flee. Yoongi wasn't just a cook; he was a force of nature, a palpable threat. Minjae's carefully constructed arrogance crumbled, replaced by naked fear. His face paled, and he took an involuntary step back. Seething with humiliation, he was too much of a coward to challenge the alpha standing before him.
"I'll be back, Taehyung!" Minjae spat, aiming his fury at the pureblood omega who stood quietly beside Yoongi. "I'm not giving up that easily! You'll be mine, and that pup will be raised as a Gyeongju alpha, whether you like it or not!"
With that empty threat, Minjae spun on his heel and almost stumbled out of the diner, the bell above the door jingling mockingly in his wake. The oppressive scent he'd brought dissipated, replaced by the comforting aroma of coffee and the subtle, protective scent of Yoongi's steadfast alpha.
Taehyung let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Nyx finally settled, purring with relief. He looked up at Yoongi, a silent thank you in his eyes. Yoongi merely offered a small, reassuring nod, his own scent softening back to its gentle, grounding presence. The confrontation was over, for now. But Minjae's departing promise hung in the air, a dark cloud on the horizon.
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The echo of the diner door slamming shut still vibrated in the air, a tangible expression of Minjae's anger and frustration. Minjae had stormed out, unwillingly and in rage. Now, only Yoongi and Taehyung were left near the diner's counter.
Yoongi watched Taehyung, whose gaze was fixed in the empty space where Minjae had stood. Taehyung's omega scent, usually sweet and comforting, was now tinged with a faint, anxious sourness.
"Taehyung-ah," Yoongi began, his voice softer than he intended, "Are you really not going to take him back? Even now? Even if you're carrying Minjae's baby?" He braced himself for a tearful apology, a plea for understanding.
Taehyung slowly lifted his eyes, and Yoongi was startled by the vacant look in them, a hollowness that spoke of a deeper trauma than mere heartbreak. "Minjae is not the father, hyung," Taehyung said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.
Yoongi blinked. "What are you talking about? He's your ex, you were together on the cruise..."
"He drugged me," Taehyung interrupted, cutting him off with a chilling finality. "It happened while we were celebrating Crown Prince Jeongguk's birthday on the Hanyang Grand Cruise. Minjae handed me a glass of champagne that was mixed with an estrus enhancer. My heat was induced suddenly, intense, and uncontrollable." Taehyung's voice wavered, a tremor breaking through his forced calm. "I... I was disoriented and mistakenly entered the wrong cabin where I slept with an alpha I have absolutely no memory of." His eyes, now glistening with unshed tears, finally met Yoongi's, pleading for belief.
Yoongi felt a cold rush wash over him, a disorienting chill that started in his gut and spread rapidly through his veins. Taehyung's words twisted in his mind like malfunctioning gears, grinding against each other as they began to piece together a horrifying puzzle.
Crown Prince Jeongguk's unwavering concern over Taehyung.
The thought hit Yoongi like a punch in the gut. He vividly remembered the Crown Prince's unusual attentiveness after Taehyung had been kicked out of their cabin by Minjae. Yoongi, always the protective hyung, initially dismissed it as Jeongguk's general good nature or lingering guilt from the incident on his birthday cruise. However, when Yoongi later revealed to Jeongguk that Taehyung was pregnant with his ex-boyfriend Minjae's child, Jeongguk's concern only grew. He asked Yoongi to ensure Taehyung only ate nutritious food and always looked after the omega's well-being.
No, it couldn't be. Yoongi tried to shake off the disturbing thoughts, pushing them back into the dark corners of his mind. This was Jeongguk. His Jeongguk. He had known the Crown Prince since they were teens. They practically grew up together like brothers. Jeongguk treated him as his own, a true confidante, especially since Jeongguk's half-siblings were constantly distancing themselves, consumed by envy that Jeongguk was the next in line to the throne of Hanyang. Jeongguk was honorable, just, and kind. He was the future king, raised for virtue and integrity by First Consort Jin. And Erebus, Jeongguk's true blood alpha, had never once lost control over his sexual urges, even though omegas, alphas, and betas desperately threw themselves at them.
It couldn't be, Yoongi thought, his heart beginning to pound against his ribs. Jeongguk would not take advantage of an intoxicated and vulnerable omega.
Or would he?
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Notes:
In his greed, Minjae wanted to claim Crown Prince Jeongguk's unborn pup as his own. What do you think Minjae will do to have Taehyung and his pup? Where is Prince Jeongguk?🍼🧷
Chapter 20
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jieun wasted no time. The moment the call ended, she was already on her royal-approved, encrypted laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Discretion was paramount, but efficiency was her superpower. She didn’t just search for apartments; she scoured. Her network, built over a decade of serving the royal family, was unparalleled. Within hours, she had a shortlist of properties in Busanpo, each vetted for security, privacy, and suitability to the Crown Prince’s specifications.
She found one that was perfect. Not a flashy penthouse that would scream "royal gift," but a beautifully appointed, spacious apartment in a well-established, quiet residential area of Busanpo. It boasted three large bedrooms, each with its own en-suite bathroom, a modern kitchen, and a living area that flowed out onto a tranquil, private balcony overlooking a manicured garden. The building was older, but meticulously maintained, with top-tier security and a discreet, attentive concierge service. It felt less like a new purchase and more like a cherished property that had always been there, waiting.
The next, more delicate task was crafting the narrative. Jieun considered various scenarios. A lottery win? An unknown relative? No, Jeongguk had specified: the mother saved up. This required a softer, more emotional touch.
She arranged for a discreet, trusted legal firm to prepare official-looking documents. The story she concocted was heart-wrenching and utterly convincing. "Your mother, Kim Tae-ri," Jieun would explain, "had a secret dream. She worked tirelessly at Seojoon’s diner, saving every spare penny, not just for your future, but for a home, a sanctuary. She was incredibly frugal, and over many years, she invested her savings, quietly and diligently. She understood the power of long-term growth. This apartment, Taehyung-ssi, was her ultimate gift to you. She paid it off, little by little, dreaming of the day she could surprise you. A small, modest deposit grew over decades into something substantial. It was always meant to be your inheritance, a testament to her enduring love and her fierce desire for you to have a safe, beautiful space to call your own." The legal documents would show a series of small, consistent deposits into a special account, followed by a final, larger lump sum payment from an anonymous foundation (discreetly funded by royal coffers, of course) that would be framed as a final, blossoming investment dividend.
With the apartment secured and the story meticulously woven, Jieun moved to the next phase: approaching Kim Taehyung. She knew he still worked at the diner. It was the natural place to find him.
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The air in Consort Seola’s chambers usually hung heavy with the scent of dried lilies and a faint undercurrent of forgotten ambition. Tonight, however, it bristled with a new, sharper energy. Prince Eunwoo burst in, barely pausing for the attending maid to announce him, his usually composed features alight with a frantic, eager light.
Seola, perched on an embroidered cushion, meticulously arranging a silk fan. Her son’s presence, unannounced and so agitated, instantly piqued her interest. She had seen that look before – the glint of opportunity, or perhaps, desperation.
"Mom!" Eunwoo’s voice was a low, urgent hiss, barely above a whisper, yet vibrating with excitement. "I just saw him! Dr. Park Jimin, leaving the King’s private chambers. And he looked… worried."
Seola’s perfectly arched brow lifted. "Dr. Park Jimin? The new physician from the Royal Clinic? What of it, my son? Has the King perhaps finally succumbed to heartbreak due to Consort Jin's indifference?" Her tone was sweet yet venomous, subtly hinting at King Namjoon’s obvious devotion to the ethereal Consort who continued to coldly treat the king.
Eunwoo paced the exquisite Persian rug, his mind racing with thoughts. "Mom, Dad is the King. He has a harem of consorts and concubines. Why would he get ill just because Consort Jin is ignoring him? I think the king has a serious illness. Dr. Park looked grave as he bowed low, spoke in hushed tones to the guard, and then hurried away. It’s the only explanation for the doctor’s furtiveness," Eunwoo whispered. His eyes, usually cool and calculating, now gleamed with a predatory light. "Mom, this is our chance! Our golden, undeniable chance!"
Seola’s fan stilled. She knew instantly what her son was implying. She and Eunwoo had long simmered in the bitter stew of their own resentment, watching from the sidelines as King Namjoon lavished all his affection, all his favor upon his first consort, the Omega Jin, and their true-blood alpha son, Crown Prince Jeongguk. Jeongguk, currently in Canada for his 'royal training' – was a constant thorn in Eunwoo’s side. He, the second alpha son, the forgotten prince, craved the throne with an obsession that bordered on madness. And Seola, always relegated to the secondary consort, yearned for the day she could finally overshadow King Consort Jin and claim Namjoon’s affections for herself.
"A chance?" Seola echoed, her voice a low purr. "Explain, my son."
Eunwoo leaned closer, dropping his voice even further. "If the King is indeed sick, who will be by his side? Who will show him the unwavering devotion, the tireless care he needs? Not that frigid Omega, Jin, who is more concerned with his charitable projects than the King's well-being! It must be you, Mom." He gripped her arm, his fingers tight. "You must attend to him, Mom. Show him the care he has not seen from… others. Turn his mind. Sway his heart. He will see your loyalty, your strength, and finally realize who is truly fit to rule Hanyang."
A wicked, slow smile spread across Seola’s lips, a thin, cruel line. Yes. Finally, she would be able to beat Seokjin. Not just in courtly graces, but in the most crucial arena possible: King Namjoon’s favor. And perhaps, finally, gain a sliver of the affection King Namjoon had always dedicated to his first husband. This was more than just Eunwoo’s ambition; it was her own long-suppressed desire for vindication.
"And while you are busy securing the King’s favor within these walls," Eunwoo continued, his gaze sharp and determined, "I will work to secure the hearts of Hanyang’s citizens. Our online campaign, orchestrated by Soobin, has already begun to sow seeds of doubt about Jeongguk’s stability as a true-blood Alpha. We’ve painted him as volatile, dangerous, unfit to rule in this modern age, unlike my own calm, reasoned nature."
Soobin, Eunwoo’s twin, had been instrumental in spreading the carefully crafted slanders against Jeongguk across Hanyang’s digital networks, ensuring the public heard only the whispers Eunwoo wanted them to hear.
"But whispers are not enough," Eunwoo pressed on. "We need action. Visible, undeniable proof of my benevolence. I’ve already begun the process of requesting funds from the kingdom’s treasury – a substantial sum, mind you – to be used to buy relief goods for the poor and struggling families of Hanyang. Imagine the goodwill, Mom! The people will see me as their savior, their true prince."
Seola nodded, impressed by his foresight. "And the treasury? First Minister Han is a cunning and greedy man."
Eunwoo’s smile was predatory. "Indeed. That is why some of the budget I am requesting will be… redirected. It will be a generous 'gift' for the First Minister to ensure he swiftly approves the allocation. He has already agreed in principle."
Seola’s laughter was a soft, dry rustle like dead leaves. "My brilliant son. Always thinking ahead."
A shared, dangerous glint entered their eyes as the chessboard of Hanyang was set and the pieces began to move. Their first step was to earn the King's favor, followed by winning the hearts of the people. All of this would ultimately lead to their ultimate goal: seizing the throne from the unsuspecting Crown Prince Jeongguk, whose royal training in Canada now seemed very far away.
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The scent of cheap diner coffee and stale frying oil still clung to Minjae’s clothes, a mocking reminder of the conversation that had just transpired. He slammed the door to his lavish penthouse apartment, the sound echoing his inner turmoil. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through him. He couldn’t believe it. Taehyung had refused him.
“That ungrateful omega!” he spat, kicking a designer armchair across the room. Minjae paced, his jaw tight, veins pulsing in his neck. He had offered everything! He had swallowed his pride, feigned profound regret, and even offered to accept the bastard pup Taehyung was carrying – a pup conceived with some unknown alpha during Crown Prince Jeongguk’s infernal birthday cruise.
It was all his fault, he knew that. The Crown Prince's birthday was a golden chance to take advantage of Taehyung when his pureblood omega was subdued by the drug. But then Irene, that stunning model, had caught his eye. Just a few hours, he’d thought. A harmless flirtation. And in those few hours, Taehyung had slipped away and somehow ended up in the arms of another alpha whose scent he couldn’t even recall.
“He is mine,” Minjae snarled, clenching his fists. The pup, even if not his blood, would be proclaimed his. His father would be appeased, Sehun would be sidelined. But for that, Taehyung had to be claimed. And if feigned apologies and promises couldn’t do it, then force would have to suffice.
He pulled out his burner phone and dialed a number from memory. “Get me ten of our strongest alphas,” he commanded, his voice cold and hard. “Meet me near Seojoon’s diner at closing time. And be prepared for resistance. That cook, Yoongi, is surprisingly protective of the omega.” Minjae sneered.
Taehyung hummed a soft tune as he wiped down the last table at Seojoon’s Diner. The closing hour was peaceful, with the lingering aroma of coffee and faint spices providing comfort. He gently rested a hand on his still-flat belly, a soft smile gracing his lips. His unborn pup was growing stronger every day, and he cherished this quiet time, this sense of normalcy.
Suddenly, the diner’s entrance burst open. Five burly alphas, their scents coarse and aggressive, flooded the small space. Taehyung gasped, stepping back, his heart lurching. His pup! Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through him.
"Well, well, Omega," one of them sneered, taking a step forward.
Just then, the kitchen door swung open. Min Yoongi, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, emerged. His eyes, usually calm and observant, narrowed instantly. He saw the alphas hovering over Taehyung, picked up the omega’s scent of fear, and in a flash, was moving.
Yoongi placed himself squarely in front of Taehyung, a formidable, unyielding wall. His alpha aura, usually carefully subdued, flared, pushing back against the intruders.
"Yoongi-hyung!" Taehyung whispered, clutching the counter behind him. "D-do you have some kind of special training? They’re… they’re huge!"
Yoongi glanced back at him, a faint, reassuring smirk playing on his lips. "Just a cook, Taehyung," he stated calmly, though his stance was anything but.
"We’re going to die!" Taehyung cried, his voice trembling.
The alphas didn't wait. With a guttural roar, they charged. Yoongi moved swiftly. It wasn't the clumsy flailing of a cook, but the precise, practiced movements of a seasoned warrior. He weaved, dodged, and struck with fluid grace. A jab to the jaw, a swift kick to the knee, an arm twisted into an impossible angle. Bones cracked, thuds echoed through the diner. Taehyung’s mouth gaped in disbelief. Yoongi, the quiet and sometimes grumpy cook, was a blur of controlled power, easily overpowering the five alphas. They crumpled to the floor, groaning, within a minute.
But before Taehyung could even process the astonishment, the diner’s entrance burst open once more. Another five alphas spilled in, their eyes wide at the sight of their unconscious comrades.
This time, it was Yoongi’s jaw that dropped.
A low growl rumbled in Taehyung’s chest, deep and resonant, unlike anything human. His eyes, usually a warm brown, flared with an intense, glowing blue sapphire. His body trembled, not from fear, but from a powerful, fundamental shift. Bones popped and reshaped. Fur, as dark and boundless as the midnight sky, sprouted over his skin. Within seconds, the ethereal pureblood omega was gone, replaced by a magnificent, sleek midnight black wolf. Nyx, his inner omega, unleashed and furious.
Nyx snarled, a sound more primal than animal, and launched himself at the newly arrived alphas. He was a blur of midnight fur and razor-sharp teeth, a terrifying beauty. He tore into them with a ferocity that matched Yoongi’s precision. Meanwhile Yoongi, still reeling from the shock of Taehyung’s wolf form, quickly dispatched the last two of his initial group who were attempting to regain consciousness. Nyx moved like a predatory shadow, snapping and tearing, his glowing sapphire eyes fixed on each target.
In what felt like mere moments, ten burly alphas lay bruised, battered, and unconscious on the diner floor, surrounded by broken chairs and spilled coffee. Nyx stood over the last one, teeth bared, before slowly and gracefully shifting back into Taehyung. He was panting and disoriented but unharmed. He took the robe from under the counter and wrapped himself in it.
Yoongi stared at him, his carefully maintained poker face shattered. He knew Taehyung was a pureblood omega, rare and powerful, but a full wolf shift? And one so magnificent? His mind raced. This changed everything.
He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Jaewook's number. His men, his most trusted men, could be here in minutes to clean up the mess and secure the alphas without a trace. But then Taehyung would know. He would start asking questions, and Jeongguk’s delicate plan to protect Taehyung would be compromised.
Yoongi sighed. Some things had to be done the normal, inefficient way. He dialed the Busanpo Police Station. “Yes, I’d like to report a disturbance at Seojoon’s Diner. Ten unconscious men… no, no, just a simple case of self-defense.” He glanced at Taehyung, who was still trying to regain his composure, and a flicker of a smile touched his lips. Just a cook, indeed.
Not far from the diner, Minjae stood in the shadows, his breathing shallow and ragged, a beastly snarl threatening to rip from his throat. The flashing blue and red lights of the police cruisers painted the diner’s facade in an almost mocking disco of failure. He watched, every muscle in his body rigid with barely suppressed fury, as police officers dragged the ten alphas he had personally hand-picked. Ten of the strongest, most brutal warriors in his pack, now whimpering, bruised, and cuffed.
It was an unbearable sight, a profound humiliation that tore at his carefully constructed image of power. He couldn't believe it. He truly, utterly could not fathom how this had happened. From his vantage point, all he could process was the undeniable fact that a mere cook like Yoongi, had somehow managed to overpower ten of his best alphas. It defied logic and everything Minjae believed about strength and dominance. The thought gnawed at him, a festering wound on his pride. Yoongi, a cook who was supposed to be easily dispatched, had become a pathetic obstacle.
Minjae didn't know. He couldn't possibly have known that inside the diner, Taehyung, startled but fierce, had shifted into his magnificent black wolf, a creature of raw, untamed power. He didn't know that together, the lithe, cunning omega-wolf and the surprisingly ruthless cook had fought with a desperate, unified ferocity, turning the tables on Minjae’s stunned alphas.
He tore his gaze away from the humiliating spectacle, the acrid scent of fear and failure stinging his nostrils. He strode towards his sleek, black luxury sedan, every step radiating coiled aggression. The cold leather of the driver's seat offered no comfort as he slammed the door shut, the muffled thud echoing the finality of his immediate defeat.
Minjae’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, as he peeled away from the curb, leaving the flashing lights and the remnants of his botched plan behind. The city lights blurred into streaks of fire as he sped towards his penthouse, a monument of gleaming glass and steel that usually comforted him with its cold ambition.
But tonight, there was no comfort, only the scorching heat of his vow. His father had threatened him, "Fail to secure the pureblood omega, and the head alpha position would be given to your cousin, Sehun."
He slammed his hand on the dashboard, the impact barely registering through the red haze of his ambition. "Taehyung will be mine," he snarled, making a chilling promise. "And that bastard pup of his will be mine too. A tool. A means to an end." His eyes, burning with a predatory gleam, fixed on the road ahead. "And the Head Alpha position. It's mine. And no pathetic cook, no one, will stand in my way. I will have it all."
The engine roared, carrying him through the night, a silent but deadly promise echoing in the city's heart. Minjae would plan again, and this time, failure wasn't an option.
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The taillights of the police cars faded into the night, leaving behind a stark silence punctuated only by the dripping of a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Taehyung stared at the wreckage – overturned tables, splintered chairs, and shards of glass glinting under the fluorescent lights of Seojoon's Diner. It looked like a hurricane had ripped through the small establishment. His stomach churned, not just from the smell of stale coffee and spilled chili, but from the overwhelming sense of hopelessness. How could they possibly open the following day? Customers expected a clean, welcoming space, not this disaster.
He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, a sigh escaping his lips. The past few weeks had been… difficult, adapting to the hormonal rollercoaster of pregnancy, and now this. He just wanted to curl up in his room and disappear.
Sensing his despair, Yoongi, who had been quietly assessing the damage, turned to Taehyung. "Don't worry, Taehyung-ah," Yoongi said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I'll take care of this. I have a friend who owns a furniture store. I'll ask him to deliver new chairs and tables tonight."
Taehyung looked at Yoongi, disbelief warring with relief in his eyes. "But...that's a huge expense, hyung. We can't afford that."
Yoongi waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about the money. Just focus on yourself and the baby. You need to rest. All this stress isn't good for either of you." He ushered Taehyung towards the stairs leading to the small apartment above the diner. "Go on now, get some sleep. I'll handle everything."
Taehyung hesitated. "Are you sure, hyung? I can help clean up."
Yoongi gave him a stern but affectionate look. "Absolutely not. Upstairs. Now. Think of it as a direct order from me, your honorary hyung."
Seeing the genuine concern in Yoongi's eyes and feeling the exhaustion pulling him down, Taehyung relented. He couldn't argue with Yoongi when he put on that tone. "Okay, okay. But thank you, hyung. I don't know what I'd do without you."
As Taehyung slowly climbed the stairs, Yoongi watched him go, a flicker of something akin to guilt crossing his face. He suspected, with a growing certainty, that the "unknown alpha" who Taehyung slept with while intoxicated was Crown Prince Jeongguk.
The realization twisted something inside Yoongi. He and Jeongguk grew up together, with Yoongi dedicating his life to serving him and the crown. But seeing the vulnerable, pregnant Taehyung, so trusting and genuinely kind, ignited a fierce protectiveness in him. He wouldn’t let anything, or anyone, hurt Taehyung, even if that someone was the future king.
Once Taehyung was safely tucked away in his room, Yoongi pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found a familiar name, "Rowoon - Busanpo Furniture." He tapped the contact and brought the phone to his ear.
"Rowoon-ah," Yoongi said, his voice sharp and businesslike now. "I need a favor. A big one. Seojoon's Diner got trashed tonight. I need new chairs and tables. The best you have. And I need them delivered tonight."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by Rowoon's usual cheerful voice, albeit tinged with concern. "Yoongi-hyung? What happened? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Yoongi said tersely. "Just get the furniture here. No questions asked. And Rowoon...discretion is paramount. Understand?"
Rowoon, ever the loyal friend, didn't hesitate. "Understood, hyung. Consider it done. I'll have a truck there within the hour."
Yoongi hung up, feeling a grim satisfaction settling in his chest. He would protect Taehyung, keep him safe and comfortable until Jeongguk returned. And when he did, Yoongi would make damn sure the Crown Prince knew exactly what he was risking if he ever even considered hurting Taehyung. For now, though, his priority was clear: mend the broken pieces and ensure Taehyung woke up to a diner ready to welcome a new day.
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Notes:
Wow! Minjae is persistent. Yoongi's protectiveness of Taehyung is kicking in. How would Jeongguk feel about that, and when will he return to SK? Will Seola and Eunwoo succeed in their plan to change Namjoon's and the citizens' minds about Jeongguk being the heir to the throne?🍼🧷
Chapter 21
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Prince Eunwoo strode through the polished halls of the Hanyang Treasury Ministry, a smug smile playing on his lips. The heavy satchel in his hand felt wonderfully light now, having just shed a significant portion of the funds he’d secured. The money, freshly released from the Ministry coffers, was ostensibly for a public welfare initiative. In reality, a hefty sum had found its way into Minister Han’s accounts, a strategic investment to expedite the release and, more importantly, to oil the wheels of political favour.
"Minister Han understands the true pulse of Hanyang," Eunwoo murmured to himself. "When the time comes, he will surely see who is truly more capable and deserving to lead our great nation, regardless of… birth order." The unspoken implication hung heavy in the air – King Namjoon’s true-blood Alpha son, Crown Prince Jeongguk, was simply holding a place Eunwoo felt was rightfully his.
Jeongguk was away in Canada for his intensive royal training, blissfully unaware of the machinations brewing back home. This was Eunwoo’s window, a golden opportunity to prove to King Namjoon and the entire kingdom that a true-blood alpha lineage meant nothing compared to genuine capability. He, Prince Eunwoo, though not a true-blood, possessed the sharp mind and ruthless ambition Hanyang truly needed.
His plan was simple, yet brilliant in its cunning. He would sway the favor of Hanyang citizens, demonstrating his 'generosity' and 'care' while Jeongguk was busy with his diplomatic drills thousands of miles away. "Buy the cheapest food," he’d instructed his subordinates, a glint in his eye. "We need volume, not quality. And ensure a good portion of the funds are… reallocated." Being merely the second son, even a prince, was a significant disadvantage. While Crown Prince Jeongguk had free rein over the treasury and resources, Eunwoo had to navigate a labyrinth of bureaucracy and back-channel dealings just to secure a fraction of what he needed. The struggle only fueled his resentment and his desire for the throne. Once he proved his worth, once he deposed Jeongguk, he would not only gain unrestricted access to Hanyang’s immense wealth but also to Jeongguk’s neglected harem – a collection of stunning omegas, alphas, and betas that Jeongguk had shown no interest in.
The day of Prince Eunwoo’s grand charitable distribution arrived, shrouded in a sickly grey light. Eunwoo, dressed in a tailored suit, arrived at the designated public square with his entourage of bodyguards. His jaw clenched involuntarily. The usually bustling square was nearly deserted. A wave of anger started to rise within him. This was the moment, his carefully orchestrated event! He had invested a significant sum in his PR manager to advertise the event extensively, both online and offline, to guarantee maximum exposure. How dare the ungrateful commoners not show up?
He took a deep breath, forcing down the rage. He couldn't afford to lose his temper, not now. He needed to be seen as the benevolent, composed leader Hanyang deserved. He settled into the ornate chair placed at the front, his expression carefully schooled into one of patient benevolence.
After what felt like an eternity, a trickle of people began to arrive, drawn by curiosity or perhaps the promise of free goods. Eunwoo plastered on his most princely smile as they approached. Each person received a rather flimsy bag of food, emblazoned with his smiling face and name: "Prince Eunwoo: Your Champion." He made sure his assistant's camera flashed with every hand-off, capturing the 'momentous' interactions.
He watched them go, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. Yes, this was working. The images would spread, showing his compassion.
Then, the first one returned. A middle-aged alpha, his face contorted in disgust, stomped back to the front. He hurled the bag of food at Eunwoo’s feet, the flimsy plastic splitting open to reveal a sorry assortment of stale crackers and moldy instant noodles.
"What is this, Prince?" the man sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "Expired garbage?"
Others followed, their faces mirroring his anger, their hands throwing the bags with growing fury. "We came because we were curious, Prince Eunwoo, but this is an insult!" shouted a young beta woman, her eyes flashing. "We almost missed the job hiring event from Crown Prince Jeongguk's office for this! Wasted our time for your rotten scraps!"
A chorus of voices rose, a wave of condemnation washing over Eunwoo. "You are not even half the prince Crown Prince Jeongguk is!" someone bellowed. "He truly cares for us! He built shelters when we had nowhere to go! He founded the job centre that gave my brother work! He set up the free clinics when my child was sick!"
"We know about your pathetic little posts online, slandering the Crown Prince," an elder omega stated, her voice quiet but piercing. "You thought you could turn us against him? A huge failure, Prince. We've known Prince Jeongguk since he was a boy. He was helping us even then! And his Omega Father, First Consort Jin, never forgets us, visiting us, ensuring we live in comfort."
The square, once nearly empty, was now filled with a cacophony of jeers and scorn. They turned their backs, walking away, leaving Eunwoo amidst the scattered, rotting food and the shattered fragments of his grand plan.
Prince Eunwoo sat rigid, his face pale with shock, then flushed scarlet with an incandescent rage. How dare they? How dare those ungrateful, unwashed trash talk to him, a prince, like that! The shame burned hotter than any fury. His carefully constructed image lay in ruins, exposed for the sham it was, by the very people he sought to impress.
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Meanwhile, in King Namjoon's private chambers, a hushed tension hung in the air along with the King's own melancholic exhaustion. His inner wolf was curled in a tight, whimpering ball within him, mirroring the heartbreak its human counterpart felt at King Consort Jin's continued coldness.
Just then, a soft rustle at the door announced the arrival of Second Consort Seola. With her, two maids, their steps light, carried trays laden with an array of shimmering dishes and delicate drinks. Seola, her posture regal but her expression carefully crafted into one of grave concern, addressed the guards on standby. "Announce my presence to His Majesty and to his personal assistant."
Inside, Hoseok, ever vigilant, turned from where he was gently wiping Namjoon's feverish brow. "Your Majesty," he murmured, his voice low and solicitous, "Second Consort Seola requests an audience."
Namjoon stirred, his eyes, usually bright with intellect, dull and clouded. His voice, a mere whisper, was barely audible. "Let the Consort in, Hoseok."
Hoseok bowed, then stepped towards the door. "Second Consort," he announced, opening it just wide enough for her to glide through, "His Majesty grants you audience."
The moment her gaze fell upon the King, lying pale and listless on his grand bed, Seola's performative act began. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening with feigned horror. "By the heavens, my King! Is it true you are so gravely ill?" She rushed to the bedside, a picture of distraught devotion, then spun on Hoseok, her voice sharp with mock outrage. "Mr. Jung! How could you allow His Majesty's health to deteriorate thus? Have you been neglecting him?"
Namjoon, mustering a sliver of strength, spoke weakly. "Seola, desist. Hoseok is not at fault. He has been tirelessly at my side."
Seola’s lips tightened imperceptibly, but she merely offered a contrite bow. She then motioned for her maids to place the dishes on a nearby side table. As the covers were lifted, revealing an array of glistening seafood platters – grilled prawns, steamed scallops, and a rich, creamy lobster bisque – Hoseok's expression subtly hardened.
"Second Consort," Hoseok interjected smoothly, a placid mask over his features, "the King will not eat these dishes."
Seola's carefully maintained composure cracked. Her voice, though still modulated, carried an edge of agitation. "And why ever not, Mr. Jung? Are you acting the know-it-all again? You presume to tell me, a royal and the King's wife, what he will and will not consume? You disrespect me!"
Hoseok simply inclined his head, his calm exterior unwavering, though inside his mind, he was forming a creative constellation of curses directed at the 'bitch' in front of him.
Then, Namjoon's voice, though still weak, carried a new, clearer timbre, laced with a surprising sting. "Seola," he said, pushing himself up slightly on one elbow, "if you are truly my wife, as you claim, then why is it that you do not know I do not eat dishes with seafood? For me, sea creatures should not be eaten or killed." The silence that followed was thick with unspoken censure.
Just then, the door opened again. Jieun entered, a tray held carefully in her hands. She bowed deeply to Consort Seola, her gaze respectful but unyielding, then approached the King's bed. With a soft chime of porcelain, she handed the tray to Hoseok. On it, steaming warmly, was a generous bowl of Namjoon's favorite Korean knife-cut noodles – Kalguksu, with its wholesome aroma of rich broth and succulent pieces of chicken.
Hoseok's tired eyes brightened, a genuine, relieved smile spreading across his face. He knew immediately. This was a dish traditionally cooked by the King Consort himself, a quiet, almost imperceptible sign that Jin still cared for the King, even if only a little.
Namjoon, catching the scent, felt a flicker of warmth, the first spark of true happiness since his illness had taken hold. "Jin..." he whispered, his voice tinged with a raw yearning. He gladly took the bowl from Hoseok, his trembling hands steadying as he brought the spoon to his lips. The rich, savory broth, the perfectly chewy noodles – it was truly delicious, exactly as he remembered. Oh, how he had missed Jin's cooking! He didn't care if he stayed sick; if Jin would cook for him again, he thought, a fragile hope blossoming in his chest.
Seola watched the scene unfold, her irritation simmering just beneath her carefully composed facade. She had come here to earn favor, to solidify her position and that of her son, Second Prince Eunwoo, so they could eventually overthrow First Consort Jin and his son, Crown Prince Jeongguk. But nothing was going her way. The King was clearly unimpressed by her efforts, and even Hoseok, the King's own assistant, seemed unmistakably biased towards the First Consort.
She kept her anger locked away, knowing she couldn't lose her cool in front of the King. There would be another chance, a better opportunity to outshine the First Consort and his irritatingly perfect son. Perhaps she would find some dirt on them, something truly incriminating.
"I trust you will recover swiftly, Your Majesty," Seola said, her voice strained but still polite. She bowed stiffly, bidding goodbye to the king who barely acknowledged her, too engrossed in savoring Jin's comforting Kalguksu.
As Seola and her maids began to back out of the chambers, just before they passed completely through the door, Namjoon's voice, stronger now, resonated clearly. "Hoseok," he commanded, "hand Jieun the box of diamond jewelry I got for Jin. And the key to the new Harley-Davidson motorcycle for Jeongguk."
Hoseok, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, retrieved the wrapped gifts from a nearby cabinet. "As you command, Your Majesty."
Seola’s jaw tightened, her heart fuming. Why was it always those two? she thought bitterly, the lavish gifts for the ungrateful Consort and his aloof son twisting in her gut. She vowed to herself, with a chilling resolve, that she would ruin Jin and Jungkook. When that happened, her son, Eunwoo, would finally be the next king.
Oblivious to Seola's simmering fury, Namjoon turned his attention back to Jieun. "Thank you, Jieun," he said, a genuine warmth in his tone. "How is Jin doing? Is he well?"
Jieun curtsied. "He is, Your Majesty. Consort Jin has been busy with his charitable works at the city orphanage."
Namjoon nodded with a faint smile on his lips, impressed by Jin’s dedication to others. Then, a different kind of concern crossed his face. "And how is the Crown Prince? Is he showing interest in any omegas, alphas, or betas in his harem?"
Jieun's gaze softened with a hint of sympathy. "Your Majesty, Crown Prince Jeongguk... he hasn't visited the harem, not since it was built for him."
Namjoon let out a sigh. Disappointment weighed heavily on him. Jeongguk would have to ascend the throne after his passing, and he would need to find a mate before then. The future of the lineage, the very stability of the kingdom, depended on it.
After Hoseok handed the exquisite diamond jewelry box and gleaming motorcycle key to Jieun, the Consort's assistant bowed deeply once more to the King. "May Your Majesty regain his strength," she said, before turning and quietly departing for First Consort Jin's chambers, leaving behind the faint, lingering scent of Kalguksu—a testament to care, coldness, and a kingdom's unspoken desires.
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The silken robes of Consort Seola whispered against the polished floors as she glided away from King Namjoon’s private chambers. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips. The king’s disposition, as always, was as unpredictable as a summer storm, and her latest attempt to weave her son, Prince Eunwoo, into his favor had, once again, unraveled. With a faint frown, she turned her steps towards Eunwoo’s private office, already anticipating the familiar storm brewing within.
She didn't have to wait long. The sharp, accusatory tone of her son's voice pierced the thick oak door even before she reached it. "You incompetent fools!" Prince Eunwoo thundered, his usually smooth features contorted in a mask of fury. Before him trembled two palace employees, their faces pale and their eyes downcast. Scattered on the floor were a few discarded, almost-empty bags, emblazoned with his face and name.
“How DARE you!” Eunwoo raged, pointing a trembling finger at the offending bags. “Nearly expired food! To be distributed to the very citizens of Hanyang! Do you have any idea of the humiliation I suffered? They threw the bags back at me, at my feet! They even dared to say I'm not even half the prince Crown Prince Jeongguk is! My plan to sway them, my generous gesture, ruined! And to make matters worse, they even praised Jeongguk and that… that omega, Jin!” His voice cracked with indignation. "I lost face! I lost everything!"
One of the employees, emboldened by desperation, dared to speak. "But, Your Highness," he stammered, "it was your directive. You specifically instructed us to prioritize quantity over quality, to find the cheapest possible provisions, even if it meant... nearing their expiry.”
Eunwoo's eyes narrowed to venomous slits. "Excuses! Lies! You are trying to shift the blame! Get out! Both of you! You're fired! Never set foot in this palace again!"
The employees, almost tripping over themselves in their haste, bowed deeply and scrambled out of the office. They practically ran through the palace corridors, not stopping until the grand gates of Hanyang were behind them. Once outside, away from the watchful eyes of the guards, they exchanged relieved glances.
"Fired, thank the heavens," one muttered, dusting off his simple tunic with an air of newfound freedom.
"Indeed," the other agreed, a wry smile touching his lips. "Who would want to serve such a fake, conceited, and greedy prince? We're better off without him." They walked away, the morning sun feeling lighter on their shoulders than it had in months.
Inside the office, Seola had settled herself gracefully onto a plush velvet couch, her gaze fixed on her fuming son. "So, Eunwoo," she began, her voice calm despite the lingering tension in the air. "You failed in your efforts to win the hearts of the citizens? Well, I'm afraid mine was another spectacular failure."
Eunwoo, still pacing, turned to her, his anger momentarily replaced by a shared frustration. "Another one, Mother? What was it this time?"
Seola sighed dramatically. "I ordered the kitchens to prepare a magnificent feast for him, tailored to 'his exquisite tastes.' I specifically requested a grand array of seafood dishes – prawns, scallops, lobsters, the freshest catch from the western sea. I thought it would be a unique and lavish gesture." Her lips thinned. "He didn't even touch it! He said that if I'm truly his wife, as I claim, then why is it that I do not know he doesn't eat dishes with seafood? And that for him, sea creatures should not be eaten or killed. Overly dramatic, I tell you! He even looked ‘personally offended’ by the sight of the lobster!"
Eunwoo groaned, burying his face in his hands. "First, my 'budget-friendly' provisions, now your 'magnificent' seafood."
"And to make matters worse," Seola continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "First Consort Jin is working tirelessly to maintain his and Jeongguk's advantage. He truly never rests."
Eunwoo's head shot up. "Jin? But... his coldness towards the King is practically legendary! It's an open secret. He barely tolerates Namjoon's presence, let alone displays any affection. How can he be 'working hard'?"
Seola let out a short, mirthless laugh. "My dear boy, that is precisely the cunning of it. Jin knows that even if he treats the King like a plague, as long as he appears to be loyal or useful, especially in times of weakness, he secures his position. He sent the King his favorite dish, of which I was clueless, through his assistant, and the King was very pleased."
She leaned forward, her eyes glittering with a mix of disdain and grudging admiration. "And it pays off. Do you know what the King gave him? A full set of the new diamond jewelry. And for Jeongguk? A Harley-Davidson motorcycle! Can you believe it?"
Eunwoo's jaw tightened. The diamonds and the motorcycle were yet another testament to the favoritism they both resented so deeply. He pounded a fist softly on his desk. "Some day, Mother. Some day, we will find it. The dirt. The undeniable proof against Jeongguk and his omega father, Jin. And when that day comes," his voice grew cold, a predatory glint in his eyes, "we will expose them to the entire kingdom. We will shamefully exile them from Hanyang, and perhaps... perhaps they won't even make it out of the kingdom alive. A tragic accident, perhaps."
Seola’s lips spread into a slow, satisfied grin. "My son," she purred, her eyes alight with a shared, dark ambition, "you make your mother very, very proud."
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Notes:
Eunwoo and Seola's plan failed miserably, but they aren't giving up. Is Jin going soft on Joonie?🍼🧷
Chapter 22
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The intoxicating scent of lilacs clung to the air in Consort Jin's private chamber, creating a fragrant, purple haze that promised serenity. The room was a haven of quiet elegance, with silken wall hangings depicting tranquil landscapes, lacquered screens gleaming with mother-of-pearl, and delicate porcelain vases holding fresh-cut blooms. Every detail spoke of grace, refinement, and a profound, almost studied peace, much like its occupant.
Jieun entered with a soft rustle of silk, her expression a mix of relief and carefully concealed sympathy. Jin, draped in a silken robe, sat by the window, a book open but unread in his lap, his gaze distant, fixed on the turning leaves of the maple tree beyond.
"Your Highness," Jieun began, her voice hushed, "I bring news from His Majesty."
Jin merely offered a slight nod, not turning.
"The King truly liked the Kalguksu you prepared," Jieun continued, warmth entering her tone. "He finished every last drop. And… I noticed, Your Highness, that King Namjoon seemed much better after he ate it and the lines of exhaustion on his face had softened."
A subtle flicker in Jin's eyes was the only indication he had heard. He still didn't speak.
Jieun took a breath, moving closer. "His Majesty also sent gifts for you and Crown Prince Jeongguk." She produced a plush, velvet box from beneath her arm, its deep jewel tone catching the light. Beside it, a smaller, intricately carved wooden key fob.
She opened the velvet box, revealing a dazzling set of diamond jewelry – a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet, each stone catching the morning sun with a fierce, cold fire. The other item, the key, bore the distinctive emblem of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
"For you, Your Highness, the diamonds. And for Prince Jeongguk, the key to a new motorcycle, I believe." Jieun’s voice held a tremor of excitement, perhaps hoping it would be infectious.
But Jin showed no interest at all. His gaze barely brushed over the sparkling gems before returning to the maple tree. "Include them," he said, his voice level and devoid of emotion, "in the pieces that will be auctioned. The proceeds, as always, will fund the orphanage and my other charitable projects."
Jieun's heart sank. She knew this would be his reaction, yet a small part of her had always hoped otherwise. She felt a profound sadness for King Namjoon, whom his first husband, Consort Jin, continued to treat with unwavering, glacial coldness. But Jieun also knew Jin couldn't be blamed for his treatment of the King.
Jieun bowed deeply before turning to leave the consort's chamber, holding the King's rejected gifts carefully in her hands.
Once Jieun departed and the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind her, the silence in the chamber stretched, thick and suffocating.
Chaos stirred within Jin, a mournful whimper echoing in his mind. "You didn't even look at them, Jin. He chose them for you," Chaos's voice carried a profound sadness, a raw ache that resonated deep within Jin's chest.
Jin closed his eyes, pressing his fingers against his temples. "Don't push your luck, Chaos," he retorted, his voice low with a weary edge. "I already agreed to cook for the King because of your incessant nagging. You wouldn't stop pestering me when you learned he wasn't well."
"But…" Chaos began, his words still clinging to a faint hope.
"No, Chaos," Jin cut him off, his voice firm and unyielding. "Stop trying to reunite Namjoon and me. It's not going to happen. He made his choices, marrying multiple consorts one after another, fathering their children, disregarding my feelings and repeatedly breaking my heart." Jin's voice tightened, a bitter edge creeping in. "I won't let Namjoon hurt me again by getting too close. The only reason I stay in this palace is for our son. Nothing more."
Chaos didn't reply after that. He knew Jin was right, as he always was. Both of them were deeply and irreparably hurt by Namjoon's choices. However, Chaos couldn't help but feel heartbroken, a quiet sob echoing in the vast emptiness of Jin's mind. He considered Namjoon his mate, his alpha, the one whose scent called to his very core. But he couldn't ignore Jin's feelings and pain. Jin carried their shared wounds and felt their collective anguish. In the face of that, Chaos's yearning, though potent, had to remain silent.
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What was supposed to be a grand spectacle, a triumphant display of Prince Eunwoo's supposed benevolence, had devolved into a public lynching. The citizens of Hanyang, their faces contorted in disgust, had not merely rejected his offerings; they had hurled the bags of goods at his feet, each thud accompanied by a venomous insult. "You'll never be half the prince Crown Prince Jeongguk is!" one woman shrieked, her voice cutting through the market square.
The echoes of their scorn may have faded with the setting sun, but the digital age ensured that his shame was amplified and immortalized. The next morning, Hanyang’s online forums, usually bustling with everyday chatter, exploded into a furious symphony of condemnation for Prince Eunwoo and a resounding chorus of praise for his older brother. Hashtags like #BringBackJeongguk, #OurTrueAlpha, and #JusticeForJeongguk trended across the kingdom. Post after post detailed Prince Eunwoo’s disastrous public appearance, with his uncharitable ‘charity’ exposed for what it truly was -a thinly veiled attempt to usurp influence.
The netizens were relentless. They demanded the immediate return of Crown Prince Jeongguk from his training in Canada, emphasizing with fervent certainty that the earlier posts against the true blood prince were nothing but malicious slander, a calculated effort to tarnish his pristine image. "We want our real prince back!" one popular post declared, garnering thousands of likes and shares. "The throne of Hanyang belongs to Crown Prince Jeongguk, and we will accept no other!"
Their loyalty wasn't born of blind adoration. They meticulously compiled digital scrolls of Crown Prince Jeongguk’s selfless deeds: the job programs he had initiated during lean times, the shelters he had funded for the displaced, and the health benefits he had provided them. They spoke of how he listened, how he genuinely cared, and how his presence brought a sense of security to the kingdom. Alongside his name, another was lauded: First Consort Jin. The citizens praised Jin’s quiet, pervasive charitable projects—soup kitchens that appeared without fanfare, medical clinics in remote villages, scholarships for underprivileged youth -all undertaken without a single whisper of self-promotion. "Consort Jin and Prince Jeongguk truly care for us," a widely shared post affirmed, "unlike Prince Eunwoo and his mother, Consort Seola, whose smiles are as fake as their intentions to sway us."
Within the gilded walls of the palace, Prince Eunwoo and Consort Seola seethed. The online insult and unanimous adoration for their rivals felt like acid slowly dissolving their skin. They wanted to lash out, defend, and scheme, but for now, all they could afford was a chilling silence.
Meanwhile, in his opulent chambers, King Namjoon had learned the full extent of Prince Eunwoo’s folly. The details of the expired food and the exorbitant sum drawn from the kingdom’s treasury for these substandard provisions, ignited a furious blaze in the monarch’s eyes. His voice, though hoarse, was sharp as he barked an order to Hoseok. "Summon Prince Eunwoo and Consort Seola. Now."
When they arrived, led by a stern-faced guard, the king’s chamber felt like a courtroom. King Namjoon, propped against silken pillows, looked at them with a gaze that promised no clemency. "Eunwoo," he began, his voice laced with bitter disappointment, "you have shamed this crown beyond measure. Distributing rotten food to your own people? Using the kingdom's coffers to fund such an abomination?" His gaze then flickered to Consort Seola, his voice hardening. "And you, Seola. Where was your guidance? Where was your duty to teach your son honor, humility, and dignity? Look at Jin. He raised Jeongguk to be a true leader, respected and loved, not an embarrassment seeking false acclaim."
Eunwoo and Seola stood frozen, their faces carefully blank, not daring to utter a single word in defense. But beneath their calm exteriors, a poisonous hatred for Jin and Jeongguk festered and grew, twisting their insides into knots of resentment.
King Namjoon finally released a weary sigh. "You are dismissed, and from now on, you are not allowed to withdraw funds from the royal treasury," he commanded, his voice heavy with finality. "Make yourselves useful for once. Stop embarrassing the royal family. And understand this, both of you: the crown was always meant for Prince Jeongguk. Cease your futile attempts to covet what is not, and never will be, yours."
As they bowed and exited the royal chambers, the king's harsh words echoed in their ears, Eunwoo and Seola walked as if in a daze, but the stupor quickly gave way to a cold, burning resolve. They exchanged a look, a silent vow passing between them. Someday, somehow, they would make Jeongguk and Jin pay.
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The soft glow of the elaborate chandelier cascaded over the polished mahogany table, reflecting in the delicate wine glasses. Yoongi, who usually felt more at home in the bustling, greasy warmth of Seojoon's diner, felt a slight discomfort in the opulent quiet of Hanyang's most exclusive restaurant. Across from him, Hoseok, dressed in a simple white shirt underneath a brown cardigan, still looked utterly radiant with a smile gracing his lips as he savored a bite of pan-seared scallops.
It had been weeks -weeks of early mornings and late nights, sizzling woks, and endless dishwashing -all while pretending to be a new cook at Seojoon's diner.
"This is delicious, Yoongi," Hoseok murmured, his eyes sparkling. "But I have to admit, seeing you here feels like a rare celestial alignment these days." His tone was light, but an undercurrent of genuine sentiment and longing was clear.
Yoongi set down his fork, his plate of expertly prepared beef still mostly untouched. "I know, Hobi. I'm so sorry," he said. He reached across the table, taking Hoseok's hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. "Jeongguk assigned me a job before he left. A rather demanding one." He couldn't divulge the details, couldn't tell Hoseok about the quiet omega with the boxy smile who served coffee and wiped down tables, unaware that he was under constant, watchful guard.
Hoseok squeezed his hand back, a tender smile softening his features. "I understand. Royal duties are always paramount, aren't they?" He sighed softly, then his expression grew more serious. "Speaking of which, the King's health..."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue. He was aware that King Namjoon had been unwell, a secret known only to himself, Hoseok, and the King's personal doctor.
"It's still delicate," Hoseok confided, his voice lowering almost imperceptibly. "But after First Consort Jin sent the special dish he used to make for him, the King improved greatly. His appetite came back, his color returned." He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "But he's not completely cured. The only thing that can truly bring him back to full strength, completely heal him and stabilize his health, is for First Consort Jin to be close to him again. Physically close. The king needs his omega's calming presence."
Yoongi sighed softly as he took a sip of his wine. He then looked at Hoseok, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Between the King's lovesick malady and Jeongguk's secret assignments, it feels like we barely have time for our own relationship, Hobi. How are we supposed to start a family when the royal family is in such a mess?"
Hoseok's eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck. The glass he held clinked softly against the table as he set it down. "A... a family?" he repeated, a mixture of surprise and profound endearment coloring his voice. He hadn't expected Yoongi, so stoic and focused, to voice such a deep desire.
Yoongi chuckled, a rare, soft sound. He held Hoseok's gaze, his own eyes serious now, brimming with an emotion that made Hoseok's breath catch. "Hoseok, since our first date, I've been thinking of marrying you. I just haven't had the luxury of time to formalize it, let alone plan for beyond that."
A choked sound escaped Hoseok's throat. Tears welled in his eyes, not of sadness, but of overwhelming joy and relief. He pushed his chair back, leaned across the table, oblivious to the other diners, and wrapped Yoongi in a tight hug. His head nestled against Yoongi's shoulder, the scent of his boyfriend, a comforting mix of citrus and safety, filling his senses.
"Oh, Yoongi," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to marry you too. More than anything."
In the midst of royal turmoil, secret assignments, and a king's fading health, their world briefly shrank to just the two of them. Held together by a promise spoken aloud, a future they both yearned for. Despite all the chaos, for Yoongi, it felt like the most stable, most certain thing in the universe.
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The fluorescent hum of the library had long become a white noise to Taehyung. Hours had blurred into an indistinguishable stretch, with the only markers of time being the deepening shadows outside the tall windows and the increasing ache in his lower back. He hunched over a stack of textbooks, meticulously taking notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. He needed to finish all of this before heading home and then straight to his diner shift. Living alone, pregnant, and fiercely independent, every moment was accounted for and every penny earned.
Finally, with a weary sigh and a final flourish of his pen, Taehyung packed his bag. The library was nearly empty, the silence deepening as he made his way to the exit. Outside, the early evening air was crisp, tinted with the last vestiges of twilight. He pulled his worn cardigan tighter, his hand instinctively resting over the slight swell of his abdomen.
As he turned onto his usual route home, a prickle of alarm ran down his spine. Ahead, bathed in the orange glow of a flickering streetlamp, stood a group of alphas. There were at least ten of them, their bulky and menacing forms blocking the street that led directly to the diner. They stared, a collective predatory grin spreading across their faces.
Taehyung’s heart pounded, a frantic drum against his ribs. These weren't just a few rowdy students. Their aura was heavy with ill intent, their postures aggressive. He didn’t pretend not to notice; he simply changed direction, smoothly veering off down an unfamiliar side street without breaking his stride. His eyes, however, had caught something chilling: some of the alphas had the glint of daggers tucked into their belts.
"Nyx," he mindlinked, his voice sharp with urgency, "get ready. Shift and fight if you have to." Even as he sent the command, a wave of fear washed over him. "I’m scared for our pup, Nyx. If we can escape without fighting, without them getting near us, that would be better. Much better." His wolf, usually eager for a challenge, resonated with his fear, a protective growl rumbling deep within their shared consciousness.
Taehyung quickened his pace, turning another corner and then another. The labyrinthine backstreets were usually quiet, but tonight they felt eerily exposed. He could feel it -the shift in the air, the heavy thud of footsteps behind him. They were chasing him. His breath hitched, a stitch forming in his side, but he pushed through it, his focus narrowed on escape.
Meanwhile, a block away, Minjae leaned against his expensive car, checking his watch. He scanned the street, impatiently waiting for the signal from his hired muscle. His plan was simple and foolproof, he thought. These hired alphas would corner Taehyung, play the big bad wolves, and then Minjae, his shining hero, would appear, beat them back, and “save” him. Taehyung would be so grateful and indebted, he’d surely take him back. He waited for the signal. Why was it taking so long?
Breathless and aching, Taehyung spotted a narrow alleyway between two dilapidated buildings. It was dark, a dead end, but offered immediate concealment. He darted into it, pressing himself against the cold brick, trying to regulate his ragged breathing. His senses were on high alert, every nerve screaming.
Silence. Then, nearby, sickeningly close, a cacophony of sound erupted. Not the sounds of a chase, but something far more violent. Grunts, choked shouts, the wet, sickening crack of bone against bone, the tearing of flesh, the gurgling of a jaw being snapped. It was brutal, swift, and terrifying. The sounds were not coming from his alley, but from the street he had just exited, the one the alphas had been blocking. It lasted mere seconds, a horrifying symphony of destruction, and then, just as suddenly as it began, it ceased. An unnerving, profound silence descended, thick and heavy like a shroud.
Taehyung slowly and cautiously edged out of his hiding place. His legs trembled, but he pushed them to move, determined to run home and find safety. He had barely cleared the alley when a strong, unyielding grip closed around his wrist.
He gasped, spinning around, his mind racing through defensive maneuvers ready to fight, bite, or scratch his way to freedom. His eyes landed on the person who held him captive.
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as shock warred with a strange, undeniable sense of relief. The words tumbled out softly and disbelievingly, "You!"
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Notes:
Who grabbed Taetae? Will Jeongguk finally come back to Hanyang? Oops... sorry for the cliffhanger!🍼🧷
Chapter 23
Notes:
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The alley reeked of stale refuse and the metallic tang of fear. Taehyung tugged desperately against the iron grip on his wrist, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He squinted into the gloom, convinced he was caught by one of the alphas who had been lurking near the diner, their predatory stares and menacing postures curdling his blood. Daggers, he'd seen the glint of daggers tucked in some of their belts. This was it, he thought, the end of a long, terrifying day.
"Let go of me!" he gasped, his voice thin and reedy with terror. He thrashed, trying to kick and squirm, but the hold was unyielding, powered by a strength that made his own efforts feel futile. Desperate tears pricked at his eyes.
Then, through the blurring film of his fear, Taehyung looked up. "You!" Relief washed over him in a dizzying wave, so potent that it nearly buckled his knees. It wasn't one of them. It was JK.
Erebus sensed Taehyung's shift from primal terror to relief. Gently, almost imperceptibly, Erebus released a calming pheromone - just enough to soothe the omega's frayed nerves without giving away their true, powerful scent. He couldn't risk Taehyung connecting the dots, not yet, not to the alpha who had saved him from the drug-induced heat that night.
With a choked sob, Taehyung threw himself forward, burying his face in the solid warmth of JK's chest. "J-JK," he stammered, his voice muffled. "I was so scared. There were alphas... blocking the road to the diner. Some of them had daggers. I thought... I thought they were going to hurt me."
Jeongguk's arms wrapped around Taehyung instantly, holding him close as if he were the most fragile, precious thing in the world. The scent of Taehyung's fear, now mingling with a faint, sweet omega scent that was uniquely his, made Erebus rumble deep within. "Shh, it's okay, Tae. You're safe now," Jeongguk murmured, his voice a low, comforting hum against Taehyung's ear. "Don't worry anymore. I took care of them."
He didn't tell Taehyung that those alphas were merely pawns in a pathetic scheme, hired by Minjae to terrorize Taehyung, only for Minjae to then 'rescue' him, hoping to claw his way back into Taehyung's life and good graces. Jeongguk had witnessed the entire, disgusting charade unfold.
He had been on his way to see Taehyung, unable to stay away any longer, when he spotted the group of unsavory alphas cornering his omega. He'd seen Minjae lurking in the shadows, waiting for his cue. First, Jeongguk moved like a shadow himself, dispatching the hired thugs with swift, efficient blows, leaving them unconscious heaps in the alley. Only then did he face Minjae, delivering a single, calculated punch that sent Minjae sprawling into the overflowing dumpster.
Now, with Taehyung clinging to him, Erebus purred with quiet triumph. Once Taehyung's trembling had subsided into soft sniffles, Jeongguk gently guided him towards a sleek, powerful motorbike parked a few feet away. "Come on. I'll take you to the diner."
Taehyung nodded, too emotionally drained to argue. He climbed onto the back, settling behind JK, and without thinking, wrapped his arms around the alpha's waist. The contact sent a jolt of immense satisfaction through Erebus. Their omega, holding them, was everything.
"Control yourself, Erebus," Jeongguk mentally chastised his inner alpha, his voice firm but laced with an undeniable tremor of joy. "Mute the scent. He mustn't know yet. Not like this. We will prove ourselves worthy first. He needs to get to know us."
Erebus reluctantly grumbled his agreement, suppressing the warm bonfire scent that threatened to envelop them, keeping it restrained to a subtle, unobtrusive hum. The motorbike roared to life, and they sped through the city streets, providing a comforting shield against the night.
Upon reaching the diner, a beacon of warm light and inviting aromas, they noticed Yoongi already behind the counter, wearing an apron and skillfully polishing glasses. He glanced up, his keen eyes instantly registering their arrival, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.
"I need to change," Taehyung mumbled, releasing JK with a hesitant squeeze. "I'll be right out." He hurried upstairs to his apartment, leaving the two alphas alone.
Jeongguk walked up to the counter, leaning against it, his gaze following Taehyung's retreating figure for a moment before turning to Yoongi. "Minjae tried something foolish tonight," he stated, his voice low and dangerous. "He hired about ten alphas to scare Taehyung, planning to 'rescue' him himself. They're still in the alley, along with Minjae. Deal with them."
Yoongi nodded curtly. He didn't need to ask; he knew the prince had already beaten them up. He pulled out his phone, making a quick, crisp call. "Jaewook? Alley behind Seojoon's Diner. Ten unconscious alphas and a bruised idiot named Minjae. Take care of them. Make sure they don't bother anyone again." He hung up, then turned his gaze, sharp and assessing, back to Jeongguk.
"Wangseja," Yoongi began, his tone respectful but firm, "what are you doing in Busanpo? Your training in Canada..." His eyes narrowed slightly. "And is it true? Are you the alpha who slept with Taehyung on the cruise? The father of his pup?" Yoongi's voice hardened. "If so, why would you take advantage of an omega under the influence, Your Highness?"
Jeongguk met his gaze, unflinching. "I had no other choice, Hyung. He was drugged, in a heat that would have killed him if I didn't sleep with him." His voice dropped, raw with the memory. "Should I have just let him die? Or should I have stood by and watched as other alphas, any alphas, touched him, claimed him?" Erebus hummed, a low, murderous growl. "Neither I nor Erebus would ever allow that. We would have killed anyone who dared lay a hand on our omega."
As Taehyung descended the worn wooden steps from his small apartment above the diner, he noticed an unusual tension in the air. JK and Yoongi stood opposite each other, their voices low and murmuring intensely. The sound quieted instantly as Taehyung's steps creaked on the last riser. Yoongi, who was usually buried in the kitchen, appeared almost deferential. JK, stunning even in the dim diner light, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto Taehyung.
A prickle of unease threaded through Taehyung. He approached the two, his brow furrowing. "Yoongi-hyung, JK? What's going on? Do you... know each other?"
Jeongguk's smile was instantaneous, charming and disarming, a flash of white teeth that usually made Taehyung's stomach flutter. "Taehyung-ah!" he said, his voice smooth as a polished stone. He glanced at Yoongi, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them, before turning back to Taehyung. "Oh no, this is the first time I'm meeting your cook. Interesting guy."
Yoongi, without missing a beat, gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Just discussing today's specials, Taehyung-ah. JK here was just making a few suggestions," Yoongi, who usually grunted, answered.
Taehyung frowned, but the two men looked so convincingly unacquainted that he let it slide, though a tiny seed of suspicion had taken root.
"Ah, I see," Taehyung mumbled, still feeling a little off-kilter. "Well, what can I get for you, JK?"
Jeongguk's gaze lingered on him, a warmth in his eyes that made Taehyung's cheeks flush. "Just a coffee, black, and a ham sandwich, if you wouldn't mind." He gave a small bow of his head to Yoongi, a gesture of dismissal that was barely perceptible, then turned and walked to a booth by the window, sinking into the worn vinyl with languid grace.
Taehyung moved behind the counter, finding comfort in the familiar rhythm of work. He grabbed the dark roast, allowing its rich aroma to fill the air as he skillfully assembled a ham sandwich. Despite his precise and practiced movements, his mind was in turmoil. JK was here, when he was supposed to be across the ocean for a year.
Once the coffee was steaming and the sandwich perfectly arranged on a plate, Taehyung carried them over. The diner was still empty, the evening rush had not yet begun. Carefully placing the items on the table, instead of retreating, he found himself pulling out the chair opposite Jeongguk and sitting down.
"Thank you... for earlier, JK," he began, his voice soft. He remembered the feeling of terror, the looming shadows of aggressive alphas, and then JK suddenly appeared and came to his rescue. A shiver, not entirely unpleasant, traced its way down his spine. "I really appreciate it."
Jeongguk's intense gaze met his. "You don't have to thank me, Taehyung-ah. I will always protect you." His words sent a strange warmth through Taehyung, settling deep in his core.
Taehyung took a steadying breath. "But why are you here? You said you were going to be gone for a year. A job overseas?"
Jeongguk's expression remained unruffled as he took a slow sip of his coffee. "Ah, that. I decided against it. I rejected the offer and chose to come back," he said, offering a small, easy smile. "And I miss the people here," he added, meeting Taehyung's gaze.
Taehyung simply nodded, quietly affirming even as a joyful flutter erupted in his chest. He truly, deeply missed JK. There was a peculiar sense of safety and belonging whenever the alpha was near, a feeling he couldn't quite explain. Even Nyx, his usually aloof and selective omega, liked JK, responding to his presence with a soft purr that was completely unlike his usual reserved nature.
But Taehyung forced himself to push down those bewildering emotions. He was already pregnant with a pup whose alpha was unknown. JK was a vision, a powerful, handsome alpha who could have any omega he desired, any who weren't already "second-hand," carrying another's pup. There was no point in allowing himself to like JK, not when the alpha couldn't possibly want a compromised omega like him. It was foolish, dangerous, and would only lead to heartbreak.
As his thoughts spiraled, a faint, melancholic scent of ocean and rain began to emanate from him, subtle but unmistakable to an alpha's keen nose. Jeongguk's eyes, which had been watching him intently, darkened. He recognized the shift, the underlying sadness that painted Taehyung's usually bright aura. Erebus, his wolf, stirred restlessly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. They didn't like that scent on their omega.
"Taehyung-ah," Jeongguk said softly, his voice a low rumble. "Are you still scared of those alphas from earlier?"
Taehyung shook his head, pushing the self-pitying thoughts away. "No, no, I'm fine," he murmured. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. "I should... I should get ready. Customers will be coming in soon." He offered a small, strained smile. "Enjoy your dinner."
Jeongguk didn't question him, didn't try to stop him. He simply watched, his gaze following Taehyung as the omega retreated behind the counter, feigning busy-ness, polishing already spotless surfaces. In the kitchen, Yoongi continued his work, the clatter of pots and pans a steady rhythm. But the prince's eyes remained fixed on Taehyung, a silent, protective vigil, the weight of his secret a heavy anchor in his heart. He would stay. He would always stay.
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The neon sign of Seojoon's Diner flickered off, plunging the street into the soft gloom of a Busanpo night. Inside, Taehyung wiped down the last of the counters, his movements slow with fatigue that had become his constant companion. He offered them a small, tired smile before retreating up the back staircase to the small apartment above, the door clicking shut with a sound of finality.
The silence he left behind was heavy, pregnant with the unspoken. It was Prince Jeongguk who broke it, his voice low and resonant in the quiet diner. "Let's go for a drink, Yoongi-hyung."
Yoongi merely nodded, his sharp eyes missing nothing. He led the way to a bar a few blocks over, a place with deep booths and low lighting, frequented by a handful of late-night patrons who knew better than to stare. Jeongguk, despite being out of his usual palace setting, carried an aura of untouchable authority. He slid into a secluded booth in the shadows, like a king surveying a much smaller, much darker kingdom.
Yoongi confidently walked up to the polished mahogany counter and ordered, "Johnnie Walker Blue and two glasses." He didn't need to ask; he knew the prince's preferences well. His role as confidant, head of security, and chief advisor was evident in every precise movement he made.
He returned with the bottle and crystal glasses, setting them on the table with a soft clink. He poured a generous measure of the amber liquid into Jeongguk's glass first, the act both servile and deeply familial. "Since we're drinking," Yoongi began, his tone leaving no room for argument, "you will not be driving that monster of a motorcycle back. I'll call Jaewook. He can drive you home to the palace."
Jeongguk accepted the glass, his fingers curling around the crystal. He didn't take a sip immediately, instead watching the light play in the liquid. "I'm not going to Hanyang," he stated, his voice leaving no room for debate. "Not tonight. Not for the foreseeable future. I'll be staying at the penthouse here in Busanpo."
Yoongi stilled, his own glass halfway to his lips. "Your duties-"
"Can be handled remotely for now. I'll fly to the capital when absolutely necessary." Jeongguk's gaze lifted, and in the dim light, Yoongi saw the faint, primal shimmer of Erebus just beneath the surface. "I can't leave him, Yoongi-hyung. Not now. Erebus would tear this city apart before he would allow us to be a kilometer away from him. He's carrying our pup."
The word "our" hung in the air, thick and undeniable. It was a claim, a possession, and a vow all in one.
"I see," Yoongi said slowly, taking a measured sip of his whiskey. The smooth burn did little to calm the whirlwind of complications this presented. He agreed with the prince's instincts, even as his political mind screamed in protest. "And when," Yoongi asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "do you plan on telling Taehyung that the anonymous alpha he barely remembers from a hazy, intoxicated night is, in fact, the Crown Prince of Hanyang?"
Jeongguk finally took a long swallow, but it did nothing to soften the hard line of his jaw. "When he trusts me. When he truly knows me. Not the prince, not the title. Me. He's skittish, Yoongi-hyung. I need to show him that I'm the shelter from the storm, not the storm itself, before I confess that I'm the reason the storm came in the first place."
Yoongi's silence was profoundly skeptical. It was a dangerously romantic notion, fraught with the potential for catastrophic misunderstanding. But he knew that look on Jeongguk's face. It was the same look the prince got when he decided the fate of a new piece of legislation-immovable. "So, you court him with half-truths, hoping the full one doesn't ruin it all later. It's a gamble, Your Highness."
"It's the only play I have," Jeongguk countered, his voice tight. "What would you have me do? March upstairs and say, 'Hello, I'm the crown prince you accidentally slept with, you're having my royal heir, pack your things'?" He shook his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "He'd run. Or worse, he'd shut down completely."
Sighing, Yoongi poured them both another measure. "Then what is the endgame here? What is your plan for him?"
Jeongguk looked at him as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "What else? I'm going to marry him. I'm going to mate him. He will be my consort. The bearer of my heir and the love of my life."
The blunt declaration, delivered with such unwavering certainty, stole the air from Yoongi's lungs. He set his glass down carefully. "Jeongguk-ah," he said, using the familiar address to underscore his seriousness. "The Royal Court will never allow it. You know this. They are already feral over your refusal to choose a consort from the noble families. First Minister Han is shoving his niece, Han Sohee, down everyone's throat daily as the ideal candidate-a politically connected, 'suitable' omega to bear your 'legitimate' heir."
A low, dangerous growl rumbled in Jeongguk's chest, a sound that was more Erebus than man. The air around them grew heavy, charged with the true blood alpha's displeasure. "That pup Taehyung carries is my legitimate heir, my firstborn. And Taehyung will be my only consort. The Royal Court," he said, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, "does not grant me permission. They receive my directives. They will accept him, or they will find themselves dealing with a king who has no interest in their antiquated games of power."
The finality in his tone was absolute. It was the voice of a man who would burn the institution to the ground to keep what was his.
Yoongi held his gaze for a long moment, seeing the fierce, unyielding love and the terrifying will of the future king. He saw the rebellion and the absolute certainty. Finally, he gave a slow, shallow nod. The skepticism remained, a cold knot of worry in his stomach, but his loyalty was never in question.
He picked up his glass and drained it. "Then we have our work cut out for us," Yoongi said, his voice dry. "Let's hope, for all our sakes, that Taehyung's heart is as strong as the storm you're about to bring into his life."
Jeongguk's eyes flickered back toward the direction of the diner, his expression softening into something yearning and impossibly tender. "He's stronger than any of us know," he murmured. "He has to be."
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Notes:
Yay! Our prince is back. Let's see what chaos will come next!🍼🧷
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