The Crown and the Sword

King's annual meeting

King Taehyung sat on his throne, his regal be ring belying his years. Around him, his most trusted advisors and courtiers gathered, discussing the upcoming King's meet. "Your highness," one of them began, "the annual King's meet is after one day, and you are invited. As the young King, you should visit other kings for alliances." Taehyung nodded, his dark hair shining in the sunlight. "Very well," he replied. " Commander Jungkook  and I will be visiting there."

"Commander Jungkook?" interrupted a voice from behind. King Taehyung turned to see his younger brother, Sehun, standing there, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Commander Jungkook will not be going with you," he declared. Taehyung frowned. "And why is that?" he asked, irritation starting to creep into his voice.

"Because," Sehun continued, "as the young king, you should go with someone who can really make an impression on the other monarchs. Someone who can show them that we are a force to be reckoned with." Taehyung's mother, Queen Hyeein, looked uneasy. She exchanged glances with her son, the king, who sighed heavily.

"Sehun has a point," the queen said finally. "Perhaps it would be best if you went with someone a bit older and more experienced." Taehyung's heart sank like a stone. He looked over at Commander Jungkook, who gave him a reassuring smile, despite the pained expression on his face.

The young king felt a surge of defiance rise within him. He couldn't let his brother and mother talk him out of taking Commander Jungkook with him. He had to stand up for himself and his loyal friend. But just as he opened his mouth to protest, Queen Hyeein cut him off. "Taehyung, dear," she said gently, her voice like silk, "you must also listen to your brother. He only want what's best for you and our kingdom."

Taehyung's shoulders slumped. He knew there was no use arguing further. He turned to Commander Jungkook, who mouthed the words "it's okay, baby" before looking away, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. The young king couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt as he realized what he had done. But deep down, he knew that he couldn't back down now. The fates had dealt him this hand, and he would have to play it to the best of his ability.

Jungkook was training with other military people, his muscles taut and his focus sharp as he danced around his opponent, the sun beating down relentlessly. Suddenly, a stray sword strike from behind sent Jungkook stumbling forward, his sword flying from his grasp. Before he could react, someone else's sword found its way to his stomach, the blade sinking deep into his flesh. Blood welled up, dark and ominous, staining the front of his uniform.

It wasn't a fatal wound, but it hurt like hell. Jungkook gritted his teeth and struggled to remain standing as his attacker, a tall and broad-shouldered man named Hoseok, stepped back, eyes wide with shock. The others in the training group had stopped fighting and were now gathered around them, expressions of concern and confusion etched on their faces.

The sound of running footsteps caught Jungkook's attention, and he turned to see his love, kim taehyung, sprinting through the underbrush toward them. "Taehyung!" he called out, relief flooding through him. "I'm hurt." Taehyung skidded to a halt beside him, his eyes darting between Jungkook and Hoseok. "Are you okay?" he panted.

Jungkook shook his head, wincing as pain coursed through his abdomen. "No, not really." He felt a warm hand on his shoulder as Taehyung reached out to steady him. "It's not my fault," Hoseok insisted, his voice strained. "It was an accident." The other soldiers murmured amongst themselves, some shaking their heads in disbelief.

The training ground fell silent as Taehyung lifted Jungkook into a bridal carry, cradling him gently in his arms. Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung's neck, feeling the heat of his body through his uniform. He could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. He felt so safe with him. "Are you alright, baby?" Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with concern.

The other soldiers exchanged glances, some looking away uncomfortably while others couldn't help but smile at the tenderness between the two friends. It was rare to see such open affection in the military, especially between men. Jungkook felt himself blush deeper, but he didn't care. He knew that he could trust Taehyung with his life, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.

Once inside the tent, Taehyung helped Jungkook lie down on the examination table. The table was cold and unyielding, but it didn't matter; all Jungkook could focus on was the warmth radiating from Taehyung as he knelt beside him. The other soldiers in the tent looked on with a mix of fascination and envy, their eyes flickering between the two lovers as Taehyung carefully removed Jungkook's shirt, exposing the wound.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, tensing up at the touch, but Taehyung's gentle hands soon calmed him, soothing away the pain. He felt the medicine being applied, the coolness of the alcohol stinging his skin, and then Taehyung's lips brushed against his wound, sealing it shut. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that made him feel strangely alive.

When Taehyung finally pulled back, he met Jungkook's eyes, his own filled with concern and love. "There, that should do it. You'll need some rest now, okay?" Jungkook nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Y-yeah," he managed to whisper. "I'll be fine." Taehyung smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I know you will. I'll always be here for you, you know that." And with those words, Jungkook felt a wave of relief wash over him, washing away the last remnants of pain and fear.

As they lay there together in the medical tent, the sounds of battle raging on outside, Jungkook knew that he was safe. 

Taehyung's words echoed in his mind: "You're not someone to get hurt." Jungkook had always been strong, always been able to handle anything that came his way. Taehyung shifted slightly, leaning in closer, their shoulders touching. "Hey, Jungkook," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the fighting. "What's on your mind?" Jungkook looked away, his cheeks flushing. "I don't wanna be away from you," he confessed, his voice small and trembling. He expected Taehyung to laugh, to tease him like he always did, but instead, his eyes softened.

"I'll be back in two days, baby," Taehyung replied, squeezing Jungkook's hand gently. "And then we'll be together again. We'll make it through this, okay?" Jungkook nodded, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

Taehyung wiped a tear from Jungkook's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Don't cry, baby. You know I'll always come back to you." Jungkook sniffled, his eyes closing as he leaned into Taehyung's touch. "I'm just... I don't want to be without you. I feel safe when you're here."

Taehyung kissed Jungkook's forehead, his own eyes beginning to grow misty. "And you make me feel safe, too. You make me feel like I can face anything." He brushed a strand of hair away from Jungkook's face, tracing his fingers over his cheek. "I love you, Jungkook. You know that, right?"

Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, his own tears spilling over. "I love you, too. So much." He reached up, cupping Taehyung's face in his hands. "Don't leave me, okay? Please." Taehyung smiled sadly, but there was an unshakeable resolve in his eyes. "I won't. I promise. No matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other. Always.I will be back "

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, his eyes softening, and he leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips. "I love you, Jeon Jungkook," he murmured against his mouth. "I'll be back soon, and then we'll talk to my mother together about us, about our relationship. You'll see. Everything will work out just the way we want it."

Jungkook's smile grew even wider, his heart fluttering at the thought of finally being accepted as Taehyung's partner, not just his friend. "Really?" he whispered, his voice filled with hope. Taehyung nodded, his own smile gentle and reassuring. "Really. I promise."

The kiss grew deeper, the warmth of their love surrounding them like a protective bubble amidst the chaos outside. It was a brief moment of peace in a world that seemed hell-bent on tearing them apart. When they finally pulled back, Jungkook's cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparkled with joy. He had never felt so alive, so seen, so loved.

Taehyung stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees. "You rest here," he said, his voice firm. "I'll go tell the commander what happened and get someone to watch over you." Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for everything."

Taehyung leaned down to kiss Jungkook's forehead again, his hand lingering on his cheek. "You're my everything, Jungkook. No need to be scared of anyone. You are soon to be Kim Jungkook,Remember that." With a final squeeze of his hand, Taehyung turned and strode out of the tent, leaving Jungkook to the care of the medical staff.