Divorcing My Royal Highness||JJK FF||

chapter 3- Dark Cave

Y/N pov:

The ground beneath me trembled, causing a deafening crash that reverberated through the air.

Startled, I turned around to see a shocking sight behind me - Jungkook and Empress Jeon standing there, their presence catching me off guard. "What are you doing here? " Jungkook's voice, filled with authority, pierced through the chaos, his expression one of intense anger as he locked eyes with me.

His dark gaze seemed to be struggling to contain the emotions boiling within him. Upon realizing my hand intertwined with Taehyung's, Jungkook's fury intensified, prompting me to quickly retract my hand from his grip.

In that tense moment, it became evident that my supposed mother-in-law was relishing the drama, a smirk playing on her lips.

He rushed towards me, swiftly taking hold of my hands while a look of concern etched across his eyes for a moment.

"Who is responsible for this?"

I saw Mrs. Jeon's smirk morph into a more serious expression, indicating her displeasure with the situation.

"It was me. I am the one who caused harm to her."

I was taken aback by Mrs. Jeon's bravery in admitting the truth to Jungkook, tears glistening in her eyes. However, hindsight made me wish I had known earlier that it was all just an act, devoid of genuine sympathy or misunderstanding.

"What do you mean, Mother?"

Jungkook addressed Empress Jeon with a softened tone, his voice filled with concern as he spoke to her.

"She dropped the tea in my chamber, and I told her not to do it, but she still cleaned it because she felt guilty for the accident. Jungkook held his mother in his arms, embracing her with love, and patting her head while softly murmuring, 'It's okay.

'Taehyung and I observed the emotional exchange between mother and son, noticing a clear look of annoyance on Taehyung's face.

After comforting Mrs. Jeon, Jungkook escorted her out of the room. He then turned to me, gripping my wrist tightly, and reminded me;

"You should have come to me if you were hurt instead of seeking help from someone other than your partner," he said with a gentle touch as he led me out of the opulent royal room, only to be interrupted by Taehyung's unexpected presence.

"I may not be of high status, but I am her friend, and royal blood should stick together," he stated confidently, causing Jungkook to bristle with anger, though he held himself back when he saw Emperor Jeon passing by. Determined to avoid confrontation, Jungkook quickly guided me out of the room, his grip firm on my hand.

As the tense situation unfolded, it became clear that Jungkook was closer to Empress Jeon, while Taehyung had a strong bond with Emperor Jeon. Feeling caught in the middle, I couldn't help but realize that both factions held some animosity towards me.

As Jungkook and I entered the room, he abruptly tossed me towards a regal red chaise lounge. From a nearby drawer, he retrieved a first aid kit and took over tending to the bandages that Taehyung had previously put on, applying new ones himself.

"Go and prepare breakfast for my entire family. Do you understand? " he commanded.

Despite nodding in agreement, inwardly I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to fantasize about something as drastic as concocting soup out of my frustrations with the family.

Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I was greeted by the maid. I found all the maids to be pleasant except for the headmaid, who frequently shot me disapproving looks. I chose to ignore her, not wanting to stir up any trouble.