The training grounds buzzed with excitement as Jungkook and Taehyung took their positions, swords drawn. Their gazes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The tension in the air was thick, filled with unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and a battle that was more than just a display of skill—it was a battle for what was once lost.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, Jungkook struck first.
Taehyung parried effortlessly, his blade gliding against hers with a metallic ring that echoed through the field. They moved fluidly, their footwork precise, their strikes swift yet controlled.
It was a mesmerizing sight—almost like a dance. Every thrust and parry, every dodge and counterattack, flowed seamlessly, as if they were performing an intricate choreography designed just for them.
The soldiers watched in awe, their eyes darting between their king and former queen. This was not just a duel—it was a spectacle, a reminder of who they once were together, both as warriors and as rulers.
Jiya’s POV
"Fucking great, Jimin, you missed your chance."
Jiya folded her arms, shaking her head as she watched the fight. The way Jungkook and Taehyung moved together, like two parts of a whole, made her stomach twist with emotions she didn’t want to acknowledge.
"I don’t know much about sword fighting, so I can’t explain it properly, but damn… this is amazing. I swear, they could be performing this in front of an entire kingdom, and people would be left speechless."
Her heart clenched at the thought. Because this wasn’t just a fight—it was a glimpse of what could have been.
As their swords clashed once more, Jungkook took a step back, smirking.
Jungkook: "Are you sure you’ll give me my place back if I win this?"
Taehyung (softly): "I will."
Jungkook (raising an eyebrow): "Then be ready to lose."
Taehyung’s POV
Taehyung gazed at her, his grip tightening around his sword.
"I will lose willingly… because whatever my queen wants, she will get."
He had already made up his mind before the duel even began. He wasn’t here to defeat her—he was here to remind her, and everyone else, who she truly was.
And so, when the moment came, he let his guard down just enough.
Jungkook saw the opening and struck, disarming him in one swift motion. Taehyung’s sword clattered to the ground, and silence fell over the training grounds.
Jungkook’s chest heaved as she pointed her sword at him, her eyes burning with triumph.
She had won.
The soldiers erupted in cheers, their voices filling the air.
Jiya:The Queen Reclaims Her Throne
Jungkook took a deep breath, lowering her sword. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from exhaustion, but from exhilaration.
Jungkook: "Now, I believe I will get what’s mine, won’t I?"
Taehyung (nodding, a small smile playing on his lips): "You will."
Jungkook: "Then I want the whole kingdom to know that their queen is back."
Taehyung: "They will."
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them, filled with a thousand unspoken words.
Jungkook (softly): "I wish you had listened to me before."
Taehyung’s smile faded.
Taehyung: "I also wish I had listened to you before."
Jiya, who had been watching the interaction, facepalmed.
Jiya’s POV
"This brother of mine… What does he think he’s doing? Pulling all these stunts, does he really believe he can win Jungkook back with this? I’m sorry, brother, but you truly don’t deserve her forgiveness."
She shook her head, exhaling deeply.
Jungkook turned to her.
Jungkook: "Jiya, let’s go."
Jiya: "You go ahead. I need to have a word with the king."
Jungkook frowned slightly but didn’t question it.
Jungkook: "Alright."
With that, she turned and walked away, her presence still lingering in the air.
Once she was gone, Jiya turned to the soldiers.
Jiya: "Get back to training."
The soldiers quickly resumed their drills, and Jiya grabbed Taehyung’s wrist, dragging him to a secluded area where no one else was around.
The Confrontation
Taehyung frowned, looking down at her.
Taehyung: "What’s with this sudden aggression, Jiya?"
Jiya let go of his wrist, crossing her arms.
Jiya: "What is with these stunts, hyung?"
Taehyung: "What do you mean?"
Jiya (narrowing her eyes): "You know exactly what I mean. Do you think by letting her win, by putting on these little acts, you can get her love back?"
Taehyung clenched his jaw.
Taehyung: "I love her, Jiya."
Jiya (shaking her head in disappointment): "I know you love her. But what’s the point if you never showed it when it mattered? If you couldn’t fight for her back then, why are you trying now?"
Taehyung (desperate): "Because I still have a chance—"
Jiya (cutting him off): "No, you don’t! You should focus on your wife, hyung. You and Jungkook getting back together is impossible."
Taehyung stiffened at her words.
Jiya (firmly): "I beg you, please don’t make her think there’s a chance. Don’t make her feel something that will only lead to more pain."
Taehyung looked away, his hands curling into fists.
Taehyung (murmuring): "Jiya… I can’t just let her go."
Jiya: "Then let Mina go first."
Taehyung’s head snapped up, his eyes darkening.
Jiya (coldly): "You heard me. If you truly want to be with Jungkook, then break your relationship with Mina. Until then, don’t go near Jungkook. She deserves better than being trapped in this mess of yours."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing there in silence.
Taehyung’s Determination
As Jiya’s words echoed in his mind, Taehyung clenched his fists.
"No one wants me near you, Jungkook… but I won’t listen to them."
His eyes burned with determination.
"I will make you mine again."
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