For the King (Vkook/Taekook)

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"King Taehyung! Why shall our kids be sacrificed!"

Mothers shouted and nearly trampled all of the guards at the entrance of the castle, calling out for their sons and the King.

"King Taehyung, our children are only 15 years old!"

Hands were choking the young blonde as he was crarried towards the mob that had arrived at the castle. He tried his best to cover himself but everyone knew the blonde mop of hair the King had.

"Kim Taehyung! Don't!"

Taehyung popped up from his bed and looked around to see the moonlight still shinning outside. There were beads of sweat gathering at his back and neck, making the young King somehow feel exposed.

"I-I have to. A king has to protect his village. A king must make sacrifices for the greater. A-A king, a King, me, I need to help them." Taehyung passed his hand through his hair multiple times before he decided that another pass would mean him ripping his hair out.

Taehyung sighed as he felt a heavy weight crash into his chest. His ribs were still bruised and the sudden movement had taken the Kings breath away. He felt as though he couldnt breath. Panic could be seen pooling in the Kings eyes, something his father always told him to avoid.

"Guards!" He yelled, clutching his chest as he untied his robe and threw the sheets away from him. He was taking the deepest breaths he could but everything was fogging up. He could feel the tips of his fingers begin to tingle, he could feel the deep painful breaths.

"Well well, if it isnt King Taehyung." A deep voice suddenly caught Taehyung's attention. He knew it was an intruder, no guard of his would dare to speak to him that way.

Taehyung looked to the side as he tried to calm his breathing. His hands now began to fall asleep.

"Now what?" Taehyung said breathlessly as he looked at the hooded man who had entered. He suddenly noticed the grin and bit back his tongue.

"We told you to not take the throne, we told you to not appoint that Jeon Jungkook. The king is angered."

Taehyung slowly stood up and tied his robe again and clutched his chest again.

"I do whatever the hell I want, at least I am able to forget the past," Taehyung said as he remembered the times his father and the crystal king would have a drink.

"Seems as though youre not in a good condition. Would be a tragedy if someone were to kill you, wouldnt it?"

Taehyung chuckled at the mans words and stood up straighter, keeping his stance firm. His chest still felt tight, but no man would make his pride fall.

"Id love to see you try."

Without warning, the man ran towards him, but Taehyung was still faster. He managed to kick the small dagger the man had out of his hand and quickly picked it up.

"Once again, pretty pathetic for a messanger. Would you like to join your other mate?"

The hooded mans eyes grew wide as he realized what the king was talking about. Taehyung could see the rage that took over the hodded mans eyes, but no glare was strong enough to back him down.

"Make one more move and I'll have your head on a stake," someone said as the messanger felt a sword against his neck. Jungkook stood there with his sword around the intruder, nodding towards the King, noticing the ragged breaths Taehyung took. The messanger lifted his hands up and surrendered, noticing the mans voice as Jeon Jungkooks.

Taehyung took a deep breath and slowly sat down on his bed as he noticed the brunette holding the sword. His chest had begun to tighten once more.

"Take care of him General."
Jungkook nodded as he quickly chained the mans hands and walked out.