Jimin: Wait... I'm dead, right? So, what is this-hell or heaven?

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Jimin never imagined that discovering his boyfriend's betrayal would lead to his death. But death wasn't the end-it was only the beginning. When he woke up, he found himself in a new world, one ruled by the cold and unfeeling King Yoongi. A king who believes love is a weakness, and swears he'll never let his heart soften for anyone.

But the more Jimin sees Yoongi, the more he's drawn to him. There's something in Yoongi's guarded eyes that makes Jimin's heart race, a vulnerability hidden beneath the king's icy exterior. Jimin can't help but fall for the man who insists he'll never love, even though Jimin isn't sure if he's alive or dead.

Caught between two realities-one where he's no longer certain of his existence, and the other where his feelings for Yoongi grow stronger-Jimin must face an impossible choice: Can love bloom in a world that wasn't meant for him? Or is he destined to remain a ghost, forever yearning for a love that can never be?

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"This story explores mature and intimate relationships, with content that includes sexual themes, adult language, and emotionally charged situations. Recommended for mature audiences. Please read responsibly."

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Mature contents

Triggering scenes

Emotional Intensity

Heavy Intimated scenes which maybe uncomfortable you...

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" This story includes intense romantic relationships and high drama that may lead to sleepless nights and emotional roller coasters."

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Ships:-

YOONMIN

NAMJIN

TAEKOOK

HOBI X ?

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I post episode 1 starting the scene here !

Hyung........

"What is death? After death, will everything be finished?"

Someone's pov:

"Death is... the final page in a book you can't write anymore. It's the ending no one ever wants, but somehow it comes, like a shadow in the corner of your mind. It's— quiet, but it echoes through everything that's left behind.

A story unfinished, a life unlived. But maybe— maybe it's not just an end. Maybe it's just another way of opening the door to a new chapter, where the story continues in ways we can't yet imagine."

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Someone's pov:

He woke with a jolt, sweat clinging to his skin, heart racing. His eyes snapped open, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare.

But then, his breath caught.

There, in his arms, was someone.

Peacefully asleep, nestled against him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His arms instinctively held them tighter, as if afraid they might disappear.

For a long moment, he just stared.

His heart swelled, a smile spreading across his face, wild and unrestrained.

This, he realized, was his lifeline.

The one thing he hadn't even known he was searching for right here in his arms.

A slow smile spread across his face, wild and uncontainable. It was the kind of smile that was both a relief and a revelation.

The kind of smile that told him, without words, that this was where he was supposed to be.

That this was the person who completed him.

His lifeline. Right there, in his arms.

He let out a breath, one he didn't realize he was holding, and tightened his hold just a little.

Everything had been chaotic, confusing, full of questions.

But this moment? This was simple.

Pure.

Real.

And it was all he needed.

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I am going to repeat this scene again in episode 1 .

Hyung........

"What is death? After death, will everything be finished?"

Someone's pov:

"Death is... the final page in a book you can't write anymore. It's the ending no one ever wants, but somehow it comes, like a shadow in the corner of your mind. It's— quiet, but it echoes through everything that's left behind.

A story unfinished, a life unlived. But maybe— maybe it's not just an end. Maybe it's just another way of opening the door to a new chapter, where the story continues in ways we can't yet imagine."

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Someone's pov:

He woke with a jolt, sweat clinging to his skin, heart racing. His eyes snapped open, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare.

But then, his breath caught.

There, in his arms, was someone.

Peacefully asleep, nestled against him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His arms instinctively held them tighter, as if afraid they might disappear.

For a long moment, he just stared.

His heart swelled, a smile spreading across his face, wild and unrestrained.

This, he realized, was his lifeline.

The one thing he hadn't even known he was searching for right here in his arms.

A slow smile spread across his face, wild and uncontainable. It was the kind of smile that was both a relief and a revelation.

The kind of smile that told him, without words, that this was where he was supposed to be.

That this was the person who completed him.

His lifeline. Right there, in his arms.

He let out a breath, one he didn't realize he was holding, and tightened his hold just a little.

Everything had been chaotic, confusing, full of questions.

But this moment? This was simple.

Pure.

Real.

And it was all he needed.

The soft tick of the clock on the wall brought him back to reality.

He blinked a few times, his gaze falling on the time.

Today.

His heart skipped a beat as the realization washed over him.

Today was the day.

The day he had been waiting for, planning for, for so long.

It was the anniversary, the anniversary of his love with Taemin.

The very day their paths had crossed, and everything in his life had changed.

He looked down at Taemin, who was still peacefully asleep in his arms, completely unaware of the significance of the day.

A small smile spread across his lips as he gently shifted, careful not to wake him.

He didn't want to interrupt the peaceful slumber that Taemin had so clearly earned.

Slowly, he slipped out of bed, his bare feet meeting the cool floor as he quietly made his way toward the kitchen.

There, on the counter, was the cake he had prepared earlier—simple, but meaningful.

He had thought long and hard about what would be the perfect way to celebrate this day.

The cake was small, just enough for the two of them, but it wasn't the cake that mattered.

It was— moment.

He lit the single candle in the center of the cake, the soft glow of the flame flickering in the dimness of the kitchen.

His heart pounded as he carefully carried it back to the bedroom, his footsteps light, careful not to disturb the stillness of the room.

He placed the cake on the bedside table, right beside the corner of the bed where Taemin's face would be.

It wasn't the grand gestures or the expensive gifts that made this moment special—it was the simple act of being together, of sharing this time, this love.

He sat down beside the bed, his heart full of quiet emotion.

His eyes softened as he looked at Taemin's face, the serene expression on his features, so peaceful and unguarded.

He gently leaned over, his lips brushing against Taemin's cheek in a tender kiss, then moving to his nose, his eyelids, and finally his forehead.

Each kiss was a soft whisper of love, a promise without words.

Taemin's soft breath stirred in the quiet room, and then, just as he had hoped, Taemin slowly shifted in his sleep.

His arms wrapped around the boy without hesitation, pulling him back into the warmth of his embrace as if nothing in the world could tear them apart.

Still half-asleep, Taemin held him close, his movements natural, protective.

He pulled the boy up with ease, effortlessly lifting him in his arms, as if this was where he was meant to be all along.

Taemin's sleepy smile tugged at his lips as he held him, cradling him like the most precious thing in the world.

The boy watched Taemin as he slept, his heart swelling with affection.

He didn't want to disturb the peaceful moment, but he knew they couldn't stay like this forever.

Softly, he kissed Taemin's hair and whispered, "Baby, wake up...You're going to be late for work."

At the sound of his voice, Taemin stirred, his face scrunching up in protest.

He buried his face further into the boy's shoulder, as if trying to hide from the world for just a little longer.

His arms slowly loosened their grip, though his hold on the boy's warmth didn't fully release.

The boy smiled softly, the sight of Taemin's sleepy resistance only making his love for him grow stronger.

He gently straightened himself, sitting up on the bed, careful not to wake him too abruptly.

His hand reached over to the side table where the small cake rested, the single candle now flickering faintly.

Before Taemin was fully awake, the boy moved back to the bed, sitting beside him.

He placed the cake between them, the glow of the candle casting a soft, warm light over the room.

He leaned down, his voice tender and filled with emotion as he whispered, "Happy anniversary, baby."

Taemin's eyes fluttered open slowly, the drowsy haze still clouding his vision.

He blinked a few times, his gaze falling to the cake, then back to the boy beside him.

A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his hands reaching out to pull the boy closer.

The boy couldn't help but laugh softly, his heart full of love. "I know you're tired, but I couldn't let this day go by without reminding you how much you mean to me," he said, his fingers gently brushing Taemin's cheek.

Taemin's eyes sparkled with affection as he finally woke up fully, pulling the boy into a tight hug. "You're crazy," he murmured, his voice warm with love, "but I love you jiminie."

"I know," the boy chuckled, holding Taemin tighter. "And I love you, more than anything."

And just like that, with the cake between them and the world outside their door, the boy realized there was nowhere else he would rather be.

This moment, this simple anniversary, was everything.

Jimin's POV:

It's done.

My surprise is ready.

I can't help but feel a rush of excitement—this is it.

The moment I've been waiting for.

Today's the day.

I'm going to propose to Taemin.

The thought of it fills me with so much joy I can barely contain myself.

I've planned everything carefully, down to the smallest detail. The perfect moment. And after everything—after work, after the madness of the day—it's finally going to happen.

I can already picture his face when he sees what I've prepared for tonight.

I can't wait.

I'm sure he'll be as happy as I am.

Hopefully, he'll be just as excited.

I shake my head, feeling like I'm floating on a cloud.

But the excitement doesn't stop there—there's more to come.

I have to get to work, and Taemin's already left, so it's just me here for now.

The thought of him waiting for me at the end of the day makes everything feel worth it.

But before I leave, I need to make sure Taemin knows what's going on.

I grab my phone from my pocket, tapping on the screen with a little bit of anticipation.

There's no way I'm going to be able to keep this secret for much longer, but for now, I just need him to understand that tonight's not going to be like any other evening.

I type quickly, my fingers moving almost instinctively as I try to keep my excitement from spilling out too much in the text.

"Baby, today I have so much work. Maybe I won't be able to come home tonight. Don't eat outside, okay? Cook at home. I'll meet you in the morning, and don't go anywhere at night. Love you, and happy anniversary, baby."

I pause for a moment, staring at the text.

It's simple, but it says everything I need it to.

I can already imagine his face when he reads it.

The thought of him sitting there, waiting, makes my heart race even faster.

I know he won't be expecting anything out of the ordinary tonight, but this will be the night that changes everything.

With a satisfied smile, I hit send and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

There's no turning back now.

Work's waiting for me, and so is tonight—the night I'll ask Taemin to be mine forever.

And as I leave the apartment, the excitement bubbling inside me, I can't help but think: Today's the day.

I couldn't contain the excitement, My heart was racing as I left work, the thought of what awaited me at home making my steps quicker.

Today was the day, The day I had planned everything for. 

I could almost picture Taemin's face when he would see me kneel before him, holding that ring.

I'd finally take the leap,no more just boyfriends, no more pretending, I was about to ask him to be my husband. 

This was the moment I had waited for, the moment I could build the family I had always dreamed of but never had. A family with Taemin.

My heart swelled with joy at the thought.

I could already see us, growing old together, creating something beautiful, something lasting. I had never felt this happy in my entire life.

I couldn't wait to see his expression when I walked in.

As I approached the apartment, I smiled to myself.

He probably didn't know I was coming early, but that would only make the surprise sweeter.

I pulled out the spare key from my pocket, the metal cold against my fingertips.

I unlocked the door, about to call out to him, but then—

"Bab—"

The words died in my throat as I froze in place.

What the hell is going on here?

I could hardly believe my eyes.

There, on the sofa, was Taemin.

But he wasn't alone.

He was with one of his friend— kissing him

Their bodies tangled together.

I stood in the doorway, unable to move, unable to process what I was seeing.

They didn't even hear me enter, didn't even notice that I was standing there, watching them.

The world felt like it had come crashing down all at once.

Cheating.

Taemin—my Taemin—was with someone else, and not just anyone, but one of his friends.

It was all happening right in front of me, and I couldn't wrap my mind around it.

My hands shook, my chest tightened. The rush of confusion, anger, and heartbreak flooded me all at once, like a wave crashing over my entire being.

I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to scream.

To shout at them, to make them aware of my presence.

But I couldn't move.

My mind was racing, my body frozen in place, the only thing that came to my head was—cheating.

How could Taemin do this to me?

How could he betray me like this, after everything we had shared, everything I thought we had built together?

The past year, the love we'd shared, the future I had imagined—it all started to crumble, bit by bit. My hands trembled as the memories of the moments we had spent together slowly started to fade.

Each laugh, each touch, each promise—everything was slipping through my fingers.

I didn't even think anymore.

I couldn't think.

I just turned and left, closing the door behind me without a sound.

The rain had started to fall, but I didn't care.

I didn't feel it.

The world around me felt so far away, like it wasn't real.

The only thing that mattered was the pain, the emptiness, the unbearable weight pressing against my chest.

I kept walking, walking aimlessly, not knowing where I was going.

The streets blurred around me, the sound of the rain hitting the pavement a constant, rhythmic beat against the silence in my head.

My body felt numb, like I was walking through someone else's life.

I didn't care about anything anymore.

Not the rain soaking me to the bone.

Not the cold.

Not even the pain.

It was all just— background noise.

Suddenly, I realized I was standing too close to the river.

The water rushed beneath me, dark and cold.

But I didn't care.

I didn't care about anything.

My foot slipped on the wet ground.

I fell.

The cold water engulfed me, and I gasped, the shock of it making my heart race.

I struggled, my hands reaching for something—anything—to pull myself up, but the current was too strong.

I didn't know how to swim.

I could barely breathe.

My thoughts flashed before my eyes.

My life.

The love I had given to Taemin.

How did everything go so wrong?

I kicked, I fought, but it was no use.

The river was too deep, too cold, and the strength was leaving my body with each passing second.

I could feel myself slipping under the water, my body growing weaker.

My vision blurred, and the last thing I saw was the dark water swallowing me whole.

Then, everything went black.

I don't know how long it's been.

At first, everything felt distant—fuzzy, like I was floating in between sleep and waking.

The noises around me were jumbled, chaotic, too loud.

People were shouting, running back and forth, but I couldn't understand any of it.

I couldn't focus enough to make sense of what was happening.

My body felt heavy, my chest tight as if I couldn't breathe properly.

Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, and I blinked, trying to clear my vision.

My head throbbed, and there was this overwhelming sense of cold, like I was still submerged in water.

My heart raced in my chest, panic settling in.

Where am I?

And then, I heard it.

Taemin's voice.

I turned my head, and there he was. He was standing a few feet away, but it didn't take much to see that something was wrong.

His face was pale, his eyes swollen from crying.

He was staring at something, his hand reaching out like he wanted to touch it, but he was trembling too much to move forward.

He was crying.

Why is he crying?

I didn't want to go to him. Not after what I saw last night—what I witnessed.

The betrayal.

The way he'd— betrayed me.

But still, my body moved on its own, as if some invisible force was pulling me closer to him.

My steps were slow, hesitant, as I tried to make sense of everything.

The scene around me was chaos, but none of it made sense.

None of it could.

When I looked in the direction where Taemin was staring, I froze.

There, lying on the ground, was— me.

This is me.

This is really me.

I want to scream.

I want to shout out, to run to my body and beg for it to wake up.

But I can't.

My body—my own body—isn't moving.

It's not breathing.

I'm not breathing.

The world around me spins, my head swimming with confusion, anger, and fear.

Am I dead?

Is this really the end?

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So we start from the beginning!

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Hyung,

Today I watched a movie....

Oh? So now you've got a deep question brewing in your head, huh?

Yes, hyung.

Tell me... what happens after we die? Is it really just the end, or is it something more? Like... Do we go to another world?

What if it's the beginning?

What if death isn't the final stop, but the start of something even bigger? Maybe we're not just meant to end—maybe we're meant to transform, to experience a whole new world, a different kind of life. A beginning we can't even comprehend right now.

What if the afterlife is like... a new journey?

Like a door that opens, and on the other side, there's an entirely different life waiting for us—one that we don't understand yet, but we will, eventually. Maybe we don't go to some predetermined place. Maybe we transcend, grow into something else. The start of something bigger, something more meaningful.

It's not about ending. It's about starting again, in a way we can't even imagine right now.

Hyung...

A new beginning...?

Believe that what's ahead, whatever it is, is part of the bigger picture. Not just an end, but a new chapter. A new life waiting to unfold.

And maybe, just maybe, we'll see everything differently once we're on the other side. Maybe it's not about finding the answers.

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Is this really the end?

Jimin's POV:

I slowly open my eyes, wincing at the sharp pain in my head. My vision is blurry, but I can make out a figure standing over me.

He's staring at me— like I'm some kind of thief, or worse.

There's so much doubt in his eyes.

I just woke up, sitting up with my hands gripping my head, trying to fight the dizziness.

My thoughts are all over the place.

Suddenly, memories start flashing in my mind, fragmented and scattered, like a broken puzzle.

Oh, fuck... am I really dead?

The thought hits me like a wave, and panic rises in my chest.

My breath catches in my throat. Is this what it feels like? The realization is so overwhelming, I can barely keep my thoughts straight.

I glance around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Everything feels strange, almost surreal, like I'm in some dream I can't wake up from.

But then I notice him standing there, just staring at me, like I'm some kind of alien.

His gaze is intense, almost unwavering.

He's wearing our traditional clothing, but with a twist something white, almost glowing, and it makes him look— literally gorgeous..

Is he... a Grim Reaper or something?

I can't help but wonder if this is a dream, or maybe... something else.

I stare at him for a moment before slowly standing up, every movement a struggle.

I keep my eyes on him, watching every slight motion, trying to make sense of this situation.

For some reason, it feels like he is the one who brought me here whether to hell or heaven, I can't tell.

The thought crosses my mind, and I can't help but ask, "Where are we going? Hell or heaven?"

He doesn't answer.

He just keeps staring at me like I'm invisible, or maybe like he's mute.

But his gaze— it's sharp, intense like he's the king of some kingdom, full of power, like I should bow before him.

I laugh to myself, thinking, King? This is the old era...

Author's pov:

Jimin shifted slightly, stepping closer to the boy who had been watching him without saying a word.

There was something unsettling about the silence, the way the air around them seemed thick with questions that had yet to be asked.

Jimin couldn't help but break it.

"Are you a mute?" he asked, his voice cautious but cutting through the stillness like a blade.

The boy didn't respond right away.

Instead, he shifted slightly, eyes traveling up and down Jimin's form, studying him with an intensity that made Jimin uncomfortable.

When their gazes finally locked, the boy spoke, his voice low but firm.

"Who are you? Where do you come from?"

Jimin froze, the question rattling through his mind.

He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. He glanced around, his breath catching.

The garden stretched before them, endless and beautiful, the flowers in full bloom, but everything felt... wrong.

The air was heavy, like it belonged to an era long past. The scent of the flowers, the stillness of the place it all felt like a dream, one he couldn't wake up from.

Jimin lifted his gaze higher, trying to steady his breath.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

He had been dead.

He knew it.

He remembered everything, the cold, lifeless feeling of his body, the way Taemin had cried by his side, tears slipping down his face as he reached out one last time.

He'd been gone.

He'd seen Taemin cry, seen him tremble with grief.

But now, he was here, standing in front of this strange boy, in this strange garden, with no explanation of how he had gotten here.

He could feel his pulse quicken as he tried to make sense of it.

Jimin couldn't help but feel irritated under the boy's gaze.

"Don't look at me like that, you weirdo," he snapped, crossing his arms.

"And what about you? You're not the Grim Reaper, so I'm clearly not dead. So where am I?"

The boy didn't flinch.

His eyes stayed locked onto Jimin's, unblinking, as if the question was irrelevant.

It was as though Jimin were the one who was out of place here, not the other way around.

With a quiet exhale, the boy raised his voice calm, but commanding. "Guards."

Jimin's heart skipped. Guards? He looked around in confusion, expecting to see something out of the ordinary.

But before he could take another breath, figures began to materialize from the shadows, as if summoned by the boy's words alone.

Tall, clad in dark armor, their presence filled the air with an unnerving stillness.

They stood at perfect attention, as if waiting for a command.

Jimin's pulse quickened, a sense of unease settling in his stomach.

Something about this whole situation felt—wrong.

And yet, the boy seemed completely at ease, standing there like he was in full control.

One of the guards, a tall figure with a calm yet unyielding demeanor, stepped forward and bowed, his voice unwavering. "Your Majesty."

Jimin's eyes widened at the title. "Your Majesty?" He looked between the boy and the guards, his confusion only deepening.

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, the boy spoke again.

"What is he doing in my garden?" The boy's tone was measured, but there was an edge to it, a quiet authority that cut through the air like a blade. "Who is he?"

The guard didn't flinch under the boy's gaze. "We don't know, Your Majesty. We checked before we left. There was no one here."

The boy's expression softened for a moment, but there was still a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Then he must have come from the sky." He chuckled.

Jimin stared at him, dumbfounded. "What? The sky?" he repeated and saw the sky, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

"What do you mean, from the sky? Huh! Are you seriously suggesting I fell out of the sky?" and He pointed towards the sky and looked around a bit.

The boy didn't react to Jimin's outburst.

Instead, his gaze shifted, almost as if he were lost in thought, contemplating something beyond the garden's borders.

The air around them seemed to grow thicker, the silence pressing down on Jimin's chest.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, can you just tell me where I am? Why are you talking like you're some kind of king of a kingdom? What is this, some kind of drama or something?" He chuckled.

Suddenly, Jimin's heart stopped as he heard the sound of metal scraping against metal.

He spun around, wide-eyed, only to find the guards, those same silent figures who had appeared out of nowhere drawing their swords in unison, pointing them directly at him.

The gleaming steel glinted in the soft sunlight, reflecting an intimidating sharpness that made Jimin's blood run cold.

His breath caught in his throat, his mind racing to process what was happening.

He had never seen swords before, never been in a situation like this in his life.

Fear surged through him like a tidal wave, and without thinking, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the grass, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady himself.

He felt trapped.

What is going on?

What do they want from me?

For a moment, time seemed to slow.

The sharp points of the swords were all aimed at him at his chest, at his neck.

His heart thudded erratically in his chest, and though he had no intention of fighting, the threat of the weapons sent a cold shiver down his spine.

He couldn't breathe.

But then, in the stillness, the boy spoke again.

His voice was low, commanding. "Enough."

The guards didn't hesitate.

They instantly lowered their swords, their movements synchronized and almost mechanical.

Jimin watched.

Still trembling on the ground, his mind struggling to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.

The boy looked at the guards with a sharp but silent command, and in a blink, they returned to their positions, as though the brief standoff had never happened.

The boy turned his gaze back to Jimin, his expression unreadable.

There was a subtle, almost unpredictable shift in his demeanor as he approached, stepping toward Jimin with an air of calm authority.

"This is my kingdom," the boy said, his voice smooth and steady, though there was no warmth in it.

"And now, you are welcome here."

His words lingered in the air, carrying a weight that made it clear they were not a simple greeting.

"I am the true king of this palace."

Jimin's mind was still reeling, too stunned to even fully process the boy's declaration.

He barely registered the words, let alone the implications.

His pulse was still racing from the sight of the swords, the fear still clinging to him like a heavy fog.

Before Jimin could respond or even gather his thoughts the boy turned slightly, as if he had just remembered something important.

"I have to leave for a while," the boy continued, his tone softening just a little. "But I will speak to you when I return."

He gestured toward the guards, who stood stiffly at attention.

"Take him to the maid's room. Perhaps he needs a bath. Make sure he doesn't try to escape."

Jimin didn't move.

His body felt like it had been frozen in place, his shock keeping him rooted to the spot.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

What could he even say?

Everything about this place, this situation, was completely unreal.

He was terrified and disoriented, and all he could do was watch as the boy turned and started to walk away, his back straight and regal, vanishing into the distance like he was simply part of the landscape.

Jimin remained kneeling on the grass, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts he couldn't quite catch.

His heart was still pounding in his chest, his breathing uneven.

He barely noticed the guards approaching him, silently closing in, but the gentle pressure of their hands on his shoulders was enough to snap him from his daze.

He didn't protest as they guided him away.

He was still too shaken, still too overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

The boy—no—the king had left, and Jimin was left alone with nothing but his confusion and fear.

What was this place?

What was going on?

He didn't speak as the guards led him down the path.

His eyes lingered on the spot where the boy had disappeared, as if staring at the place would somehow bring him answers.

But there was nothing.

No explanation.

Just a deep, unsettling silence that pressed in from all sides.

Jimin's mind was a blur as he followed the guards, but one thing was certain: he had no idea what awaited him in this strange kingdom, but he was trapped here now.

Trapped in a world where nothing made sense.

Yoongi's Pov:

I step out of the garden, the scent of jasmine still lingering on my skin, the cool air of the palace wrapping around me like a cloak.

The throne room doors stand before me, imposing yet familiar, as I prepare to face my family and the members of my court.

As I cross the threshold, I spot my mother and my little brother sitting at the center of the room, a sight that always warms my heart.

My younger brother, though... I can't help but notice his absence.

He's been spending more and more time away from the mansion these days.

I don't know why.

I wonder what's going on in his mind.

I glance around.

All the familiar faces are here, my loyal men, the ones who fought beside me.

This is where we discuss matters of the kingdom, where decisions that could shape our future are made.

I start to walk slowly toward the throne.

The weight of my crown feels heavier every day, a constant reminder of my responsibilities.

As I move, I feel every eye on me there's reverence in their gazes, respect, and something else I can't quite place.

It feels— distant.

Maybe it's just my mind wandering, the pressure catching up to me.

As I approach the throne, my family and all my loyal mens stands and bows in unison.

The sound of fabric brushing against the floor echoes softly in the room.

Their respect for me is unquestionable, but it's strange.

I'm not the same person I was before.

The crown has changed me.

I step in front of my throne and blink slowly, giving them all the silent permission to rise and take their seats.

A subtle gesture, yet it carries power.

As I lower myself onto the king's chair, the weight of it presses down on me, both a comfort and a burden.

The room falls into a stillness, a calm before the storm of conversation.

I look at one of my trusted members, silently signaling him to begin.

He steps forward, his footsteps sharp and purposeful, and then pauses.

His eyes meet mine, and I can see the question burning in them.

He knows what's coming.

He knows what we've just achieved, but he's also waiting, waiting for the next step.

"My king," he begins, his voice steady but edged with anticipation, "As we know, only days ago, we emerged victorious in the war against the Joseon Dynasty. The victory was ours, but now, what is our next step? You were the one who led us into battle. We followed your command and we won. But what now?"

The question lingers in the air, heavy with expectation. I lean back in my chair, the sound of the velvet cushions shifting beneath me.

The weight of the throne presses deeper into my back, but it's nothing compared to the weight of his words.

The kingdom needs more from me.

I pause, my gaze drifting towards the cold stone walls of the throne room, letting the silence stretch between us.

The weight of the question lingers, and I feel the eyes of my court on me, their breaths held in anticipation.

After a long beat, I speak, my voice cutting through the stillness.

"I've received word. The king of Joseon, we never killed him, did we? He's still locked away in our basement, correct?"

As I finish, the room falls even quieter, the tension thick in the air.

The expression on my member's face falters for a split second as confusion flashes in his eyes, as if unsure of what I'm implying.

But then, understanding slowly sets in.

Without another word, he bows deeply to me and turns, issuing orders to the guards with a calm, but sharp, command.

The air in the room seems to freeze, thickening with the weight of my words.

The king of Joseon, the most ruthless, heartless ruler across all the kingdoms was a man known for his cruelty, his vile acts that even whispered rumors couldn't hide.

He trafficked bodies like they were nothing, especially women, using them as currency in his sick trade.

All the kingdoms knew the truth, but none had the courage to speak against him.

Not one dared to challenge his power, his influence, because his supporters were vast.

He was untouchable.

Until now.

I can feel my blood begin to simmer at the thought.

His men had crossed a line, dared to think they could sell innocent young girls in my kingdom.

"In MY kingdom".

That was a mistake.

A dangerous, unforgivable mistake.

He thought he could do it without my knowledge.

Without facing my wrath.

Impossible.

My fist clenches around the armrest of the throne, the wood groaning under my grip.

I can feel my father's teachings, his voice echoing in my mind, reminding me of the duty that had been passed down to me.

It was my responsibility to protect this kingdom, to ensure its people never fell victim to corruption, to evil like this.

My father had given me this crown, this kingdom, and I had sworn to uphold it no matter the cost.

My eyes narrow, my voice colder than before.

"He made a grave mistake. Selling young girls in my kingdom? In my father's name, I'll make sure he understands exactly what happens when you make an enemy of our dynasty."

I feel my muscles tense, ready for the confrontation to come.

I've waited too long to let this slide.

And now, the king of Joseon would pay the price.

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