Chapter 5 | Stolen

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Taehyung, October 10 1985, Outskirts of the City of Blane

As his words began to register, a surge of shock overcame me completely. The realization that The King was actually standing right in front of me sent chills down my spine. How did I find myself in this position with my dagger at his neck? The fear of impending doom gripped me, the certainty that he would retaliate loomed in my mind. Despite knowing the inevitable outcome, I hesitated to lower my weapon, questioning the validity of my actions in this critical moment.

"You're the King?" I ask, moving a bit back from him.

"Yes, doll," he replies with a charming smile that causes my heart to skip a beat at the unexpected nickname he bestowed upon me. Up until this moment, I had only been known as Taehyung. As he continues, he adds, "But you can call me Jungkook."

Jungkook, that's his name. I mentally recite it, liking the way it sounds. 

"You're going to kill me, right?" I question.

"Oh dear, why would I do that?" The King says, tilting his head in a captivating manner that looked oh so sexy.

"B-but those other guards that you had sent, they tried to kill me." I exclaim.

"What? I didn't send any men." The King says, confusion clear in his expression. "Are you hurt, doll?" His eyes rake over my frame. 

"Uh no." I reply. "They weren't your men?"

"No, why would I do that?" Jungkook says. "Do you believe me?"

"I um don't know." I utter. Jungkook nods.

"I wouldn't ever hurt you, trust me. Those men were lying to you." Jungkook says. "I have something important to talk to you about. Can you maybe lower the dagger?"

"Oh uh." I look at Jungkook staring at me, no hint of danger showing. "Okay." I hesitantly lower the dagger but still clutch onto it.

"Ah that feels better." Jungkook exclaims. He walks over to where I was sitting and takes a seat on the log.

"You didn't tell me how you knew my name." I ask. Jungkook looks up, his gaze on me.

"I was touring the villages of my kingdom, immersing myself in the lives of the people. It was only yesterday that I reached Blane, engaging in heartfelt conversations with the local residents. As part of my efforts to support the less fortunate families in the community, I distributed essential supplies to those in need. It was during this compassionate act of kindness that I stumbled upon your residence," Jungkook elaborates, reflecting on the profound impact of his charitable deeds.

I flinch when I hear him say 'your house'. He was at my house so that means he knows what I did. He knows about how cruel I am. He knows I'm a monster. My heart races and I take deep breathes to calm myself down. 

Jungkook, with his gentle eyes filled with understanding, observes my fragile state, offering me a small yet comforting smile. "It's okay, doll," he reassures me in a soft tone, his words wrapped in genuine kindness. "I know you didn't mean to do that. It was just a mistake, a mistake I know you regret deeply." Rising gracefully from the log, Jungkook strides over to where I stand. With a tenderness that matches the sincerity in his voice, he places a finger delicately under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his own. As his thumb gently wipes away a lone tear that escaped my eye, the warmth of his touch resonates deeply within me, evoking emotions I struggle to put into words. Unlike with others, I find solace in the connection we share, drawn to his comforting aura that envelops me and provides a sense of security that only he can offer.

"Your sister's funeral was a week ago. I heard that everyone was present." Jungkook whispers.

I sniffle. "She was loved by everyone. An angel."

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