His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 13 | Is he being nice?

Taehyung, October 31, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

As I wearily collapse onto the narrow cot, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavy against my aching limbs prompts a guttural moan to escape my lips. The relentless training regimen imposed by Jungkook has left my body feeling on the verge of collapse - each movement a stinging reminder of the day's unforgiving demands. Drenched in a film of sweat that clings uncomfortably to my skin, I long for the refreshing embrace of a second shower.

"I heard he made you train all day." I hear Jimin say. A smile tugs on my lips as Jimin makes his way over to me, his presence carrying a sense of warmth and comfort. "How do you feel, love?" he inquires softly, his eyes filled with genuine concern and care for my well-being.

"Exhausted. I think my limbs are going to fall off, soon," I mutter, the fatigue evident in my voice as I speak. The strain of the rigorous training sessions weighing heavily on my body, leaving me drained both physically and mentally.

"Want me to massage them?" Jimin asks, concern in his voice.

"It's fine. Thank you, though," I reply with a grateful smile, appreciating his gesture of kindness even as my body aches with exhaustion

"You vomited, right?" Jimin asks as he rubs my back, soothingly. 

"Ugh. Don't remind me." I mumble, the mere mention of it evoking a mix of embarrassment and gratitude for Jungkook's unexpected kindness. My thoughts inevitably wander back to how nice Jungkook was being while I vomited my guts out. My body shudders when I remember his touch.

"You okay?" Jimin asks.

"Yeah." I mutter. "It's just that, when I threw up, Jungkook was being really nice to me."

Jimin's hand abruptly stops on my shoulder, a concerned furrow appearing on his forehead. "Nice? What do you mean exactly by him being nice?"

I take a moment to gather my thoughts before explaining, "Well, Jungkook was unexpectedly caring when I wasn't feeling well. He held my hair back as I was sick and gently rubbed my back, offering comforting words in an attempt to soothe me." As I recount the events, I notice a shift in Jimin's expression, his gaze becoming more intense and his eyes narrowing in a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

After a brief pause, Jimin voices his concern, "Perhaps his kindness was not solely out of genuine care. Maybe Jungkook's intention was to win your compliance without any resistance by showing such unexpected compassion towards you."

"Uh-huh." I mutter. 

"You should rest," Jimin softly suggested, concern evident in his voice. "You seem really tired," he added, observing my weary expression.

Yawning, I replied, "I am indeed exhausted." Jimin rose from the bed, and I gratefully settled down as he gently draped the small blanket over me. 

Leaning in close, he added, "I'd kiss you right now, but I think we need to get rid of those pesky cameras first."

I chuckle. "I'll ask him next time." Jimin smiles and walks out.

With a sweet smile on my face, I slowly doze off.

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Jungkook, October 31, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

"Your Majesty," a general reported with a grave expression, "the kingdom of Darenia is on the verge of severing all ties, including the crucial food trade that sustains our people." 

"Why?" I ask.

"They fear that we have intentions of conquering their kingdom. As a condition to maintain relations, they are demanding a formal written agreement guaranteeing that we have no such ambitions."

"Hmm," I mutter thoughtfully before issuing my command, "Get the troops ready."

A lord, with a hint of concern in his voice, inquires, "Are— Are we attacking the kingdom?"

"Of course." I reply. "We'll leave in a week."

"Are we going to take that boy?" A lord asks.

"But he has barely trained! He doesn't know anything about war." A general exclaims, the skepticism evident in his tone.

"I will train him all week, from dawn to dusk. I need him to go, to see how war and battle work." I say. "You all may leave now."

After exchanging a few farewells, the lords and generals make their way out of the council room, their heavy footsteps echoing through the grand chamber. After attentively going over a few documents, meticulously poring over each detail, I make my way out of the room.

"A cup of tea," I demand, the words flowing effortlessly from my lips. A maid, with a quick nod, scurries away to attend to my simple request and promptly returns with a steaming, fragrant cup of tea. I walk through the castles' halls, making my way to the Royal Prisons. Soldiers and guards acknowledge my presence with a respectful bow, a custom ingrained in their duty.

"Your Majesty." A soldier says, bowing down. Park, yes that was his name. He had been assigned to look over Taehyung.

I gesture for him to unlock the heavy door guarding Taehyung's cell, the creaking hinges shattering the silence of the dimly lit room. Stepping inside, I find him slumbering peacefully, his features softened in the embrace of sleep. A faint smile unwittingly graces my lips at the sight of a gentle pout adorning his plump lips, his form wrapped in a meager blanket barely warding off the chill of the dungeon.

"Park! Fetch him another blanket." I command and the soldier hurries off. 

Taehyung worked hard today, putting in all his effort and dedication into the tasks at hand. However, as the week progresses, the demands on him are only going to intensify, requiring him to push himself even further to meet the challenges that lie ahead.

"Your Highness." The soldier passes me a wool blanket and I nod. Accepting the fabric with care, I gently drape it over Taehyung, tucking him in with warmth and tenderness. A peaceful sigh escapes him in his slumber, a contented smile gracing his features as he instinctively burrows further into the cozy cocoon of the blanket.

"Cute," I mutter quietly to myself, the soft sound barely audible in the dimly lit room. With a gentle gaze resting on his peaceful form, I linger for a few moments before reluctantly retracing my steps back to the sanctuary of my chambers.

Once clothed in my soothing night garments, I delicately slide beneath the layers of the luxurious duvet, sinking into its comforting embrace. Laying my head on the plump pillow, I exhale wistfully and shut my eyes, attempting to drift off into tranquil slumber.

Nightmares, however, had other plans for me.

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