In this tale, Taehyung finds himself trapped inside the body of another individual during the Joseon period, under the rule of the reigning monarch. Will he manage to survive and find his way back home, or will he be condemned to remain there foreve...
His mornings were just as every other. Jungkook would wake up, do calligraphy, attend to his duties and he did swordsmanship; a must needed skill. His court ladies led him over outside towards a significantly large table and chair were found by a lake, under a canopy like roofing so that way the sun wouldn’t bother him. “Tell the Royal Kitchen to start getting my food ready, I would like to be alone right now you are excused” Jungkook spoke to Royal Court Lady Choi; the main court lady. “Yes, your majesty” and with a bow, they all excused themselves before walking away.
To say Jungkook was a people person was an overstatement, he was easily annoyed and could be quite rude when one got on his nerves.
A while had passed and he was still working on his calligraphy, a plate of pastries placed upon the table from the Royal Kitchen as his court ladies had gone back to keep a watch on his soon-to-be spouse. Jungkook was rather unsure why they kept an eye on his unconscious spouse, it’s not like they’d wake up anytime soon—well he hoped at least, it’d be less problematic for him. His parents had introduced them through the match making sessions; which he didn’t want to be apart of. The one he was matched with was one by the name of Taehyung, or what he liked to call them, Kim. Jungkook had a vague formality when it came to people he disliked, one of them being the spouse he didn’t want.
Why didn’t Jungkook like them? For the most part, he didn’t know anything about the male nor did he want to and he had to marry them if they ever woke up. They’d been in a coma for a long time now, he was surprised that they were still alive—it sounded wrong but it’s just the way they thought.
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Back in the chamber
Taehyung winced in pain, gradually opening his eyes with considerable effort, as if his eyelids bore a heavy burden. Every muscle in his body felt weighed down, as if each one carried a load of a hundred pounds. Even the act of lifting his fingers caused intense pain.
A loud gasp emanated from a lady beside him, engaged in what seemed like the task of cleaning his body with warm clothes. The sound of shattering glass echoed, accompanied by a female voice yelling in an antiquated accent, a dialect unfamiliar to Taehyung, more commonly heard in Seoul.
His realization of a bad accident struck as he recalled the paramedic administering first aid in the ambulance. The pitch of voices and the archaic accent hinted at a time long past, making him question whether he had entered a realm between heaven and hell
Amidst the chaotic scene, the maid called for hell guards to take him away. With considerable effort, Taehyung finally managed to open his eyes, observing unfamiliar faces and a distinct clothing style that nearly induced a heart attack.
"What the hell?" Taehyung's voice emerged deep, raspy, and different, his throat burning with every attempt to speak. The maid, noticing his struggle, swiftly offered a glass of water to his lips, providing relief as he drank.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Taehyung felt somewhat restored and surveyed the room. It appeared as if he were on a movie set, depicting an ancient era. Slowly sitting up on the bed, he observed elements that mimicked reality but clung to the belief that they were shooting a movie.
Inquiring softly, he asked the maid beside him, "Are we here shooting a movie?"
