When Royalties Clash | JJk ff

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Y/N's pov:

I feel the bed dip in under me as I move. The soft mattress making me lethargic, lazy enough to not want to get up and start my day. But then I smell the air and it doesn't feel familiar. The smell of sandalwood and lilies that used to greet me everyday when I woke up, it is replaced by apples and roses.

My eyebrows dip in as I slowly come back to my senses and reconnect with my body. I suddenly feel like being pulled down on the bed, the force being  constant throughout my body. My deltoids and shoulders are hurting indicating I haven't eaten in a while but I ate before I slept last night. I clearly remember it. I don't even sleep for that long for my body to feel so weak early in the morning.

I groan as I rub my forehead. A headache just came blasting in, the pain making my veins throb so hard. Arh! I can't go train lile this. Jimin will nag me again. I turn to lay on my side only to realise the material of the mattress doesn't feel the same. The cotton isn't like how it used to be just a night before. And the blanket is giving off a different sort of feeling. Its not mine. Did Jungkook change it?

I lift my hand to reach out but I'm met with air, just plain air even at a level below me. Am I on the other side of the bed? Did Jungkook shift me? Why would he do that? The weird weakness, hollowness in my bones makes me want to stay in bed all day, be a coward and not face the problems this new day will bring for me. After all, there is no one else to blame for this all other than me.

Shame fills me up just at the thought of that and I instantly open my eyes. I need to get it together. Jungkook has bigger problems than me yet he is always here to comfort and assure me. This won't be fair to him. He doesn't deserve a weakling for a wife. I need to be beside him at every step and take half the impact of whatever hits that come along the way.

Just when my focus sets clear, an alarm goes off in my head. This isn't my room. This isn't like any of the rooms in Busan's castle. I instantly sit up ignoring the dizziness fogging my senses. This room is made of an entirely different marble. Which can only mean one thing. A gasp leaves my throat as anxiety creeps up my spine.

Where am I?

Why am I in different clothes? This isn't the nightgown I wore to sleep. Its a heavy red dress with heavy embroidery of gold. I frantically look around to find something familiar but nothing helps. The bed, the roof, the decors everything is different. The paint combinations of the room is nothing close to Jungkook's liking. Its dark while Busan's Castle has a majestic combination of gold and white marble. This is grey and blue with shades of red. Its beautiful but unfamiliar which makes it haunting.

I throw the blanket off me and make an attempt to get off the bed. Just as my bare feet touch the cold floor, my vision gets blurry and the pain in my head shoots up again. What is happening? Why am I in so much pain?

"Jungkook?" I call out but its very meek, like I don't have a speck of energy.

I make another attempt and finally get up from the bed and lunge for the double door. Just when I take a big step forward, I feel my legs shake violently like they've been worked extensively. I take support of the bed frame, preventing myself from collapsing on the floor. My breathing is uneven.

There is a closed window on one side of the room. It is big but it isn't roof to floor, which is another indication that this isn't my home. The sun is shining brightly outside but I don't have the state of mind to observe clearly. I'm panicking. What are the chances of you sleeping soundly in the arms of your husband feeling at home and then waking up in an entirely foreign place? Surely not zero. Another reason to panick, the husband is not even with you!

There can't be another palace in Busan so royal and luxurious. What makes me say this place is a palace? The window is high up in the sky. No chief or businessman can afford to build a place so gigantic.