Stuck In the Joseon Period With The King (Taekook)

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Author's pov

If Jungkook was glad about anything it was about the small pros that came along with Taehyung being awake. The male would no longer have to stay in the palace now that they had awakened and he’d be able to become kind rather quicker if they got married.

They had only kept Taehyung in the palace so that the royal doctors could keep an eye on them but now that he’d awaken, he’d no longer have to stay in the palace bounds for

The thought amused him alone, a slight smile on his face as he soon came across the room that settled Taehyung in it. Sliding the door open, his steps were taken up until he was near Taehyung.

”Stop laying around at such an early time, we have to go to the market” Jungkook spoke to the male who seemed to just be laying on the bed.

”We can grab something to drink before dropping you back off at your house” he added on, eyes narrowed towards the male

”If you do not wish to tag along then that will do me great pleasure as I won’t have to be next to you, if so, one of the guards can drop you off at home” Jungkook’s voice a bit impatient as he did not wish to waste any more time

Taehyung's moment of solitary contentment was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of the man claiming to be his crown prince and soon-to-be husband. With an eye-roll, Taehyung sat up on the bed, shooting the man a disapproving glare. "What brings you here? The market?" he quipped sarcastically.

Ignoring the man's presence, Taehyung reclined again on the bed, shifting restlessly. Despite his eagerness to explore this new world, fatigue weighed heavily on him, compounded by a gnawing hunger.

"I'm so hungry, and I don't have the energy to go anywhere," Taehyung lamented, turning to the man with a pleading gaze, only to be met with indifference. Surprised and hurt by the apparent dismissal, Taehyung couldn't help but confront the man's attitude.

"Why do I sense such hostility from you? Aren't you supposed to be my soon-to-be husband?" Taehyung's frustration bubbled to the surface. Accustomed to higher standards, he refused to be treated as insignificant. "Fine, let's go out. We can eat and then you can take me home. But first, tell me about everything. I don't remember anything about you," Taehyung pleaded softly, mustering his most innocent expression.

"You're my king, can't we at least try to be civil? Can't we build a good relationship? Perhaps we can find a way to call off the marriage," Taehyung suggested, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he stood beside the man, his eyes pleading for understanding and cooperation.

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