THE EVIL QUEEN'S LOVE | YOONGI X READER

《~REDEMPTION~》

●AUTHOR'S POV●

The air near the border of Welkin was thick with tension—each gust of wind carried with it the scent of impending bloodshed and unshed desperation.

King Yoongi stood unmoving, cloaked in black, eyes fixed on the road that snaked into the horizon like a scar. The setting sun bled into the sky behind him, painting the clouds a violent crimson.

At his side, General Park Jimin radiated a storm barely held at bay. His gloved hands were clenched into fists, leather straining as his knuckles whitened. The fire in his eyes matched the dying sun—blazing, dangerous, and entirely fueled by wrath.

“She should’ve been back by now,” Jimin muttered, more to himself than to Yoongi. “If he’s hurt her…”

Yoongi didn’t reply. His jaw was taut, every muscle in his body wound like a bowstring. He had barely blinked in the last hour, the weight of a hundred fears crushing his chest.

“If she doesn’t return by sunset,” Jimin said, voice dropping to a growl, “I will cross that border myself. And I will behead my father.”

Yoongi finally turned his head, just enough to look at him from the corner of his eye. There was no need for words—his silence spoke louder than any agreement. If Queen Y/n did not come back alive, the world would bleed.

And then—
A whisper.
A ripple of movement far down the road.
Dust rising from hooves.

Yoongi stepped forward first. His heart leapt into his throat. He knew that silhouette. The crest on the carriage door. The ribbon tied to the reins.

It was hers.

“Move,” Yoongi hissed.

Jimin had barely drawn breath before the king was already gone, wind tearing past him as Yoongi sprinted toward the carriage like a man possessed.

The horses halted just as Yoongi reached them, and the door swung open with a groan that sounded like a dying scream.

“Y/n,” he breathed.

She collapsed forward into his arms.

Her skin was pale—ashen. Her lips tinged blue. Her eyes fluttered open for only a second, barely recognizing him before they rolled back. She was barely breathing. Fragile. Fading.

“GET THE ROYAL ESCORT!” Yoongi barked over his shoulder, his voice laced with panic.

Jimin appeared a heartbeat later, his face crumbling at the sight of her. But he didn’t speak. Didn’t ask. He simply stepped back as Yoongi gathered her up, holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve got you,” Yoongi whispered into her hair, voice trembling. “I’ve got you now.”

The palace gates flew open.

A swarm of servants and guards rushed to meet them, but Yoongi didn’t slow. He carried her all the way through the corridors, never once loosening his hold. The Queen belonged nowhere else but in his arms.