Throne || BTS

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Taehyung hums a song, taking slow steps around the room. A smile appears on his mother's lips.

"I used to sing that song for you when you were little," She says softly, reminiscing the old days.

"I remember," He replies, a smile on his face, too, but it goes as soon as it comes, and he frowns, "But Seokjin doesn't, I suppose."

His mother chuckles. "I know, he's clumsy, that's why. I'm not surprised he doesn't remember."

She falls silent, and her smile falls as she stares into blank space, her eyes unfocused. Taehyung's face sullens at her state. The black under her eyes is much more prominent now, and so are her wrinkles.

It wasn't because of age whatsoever, no, it was because of misery and grief. A few months weren't enough for her to lament for her one and only daughter's death.

A piece of her was missing, and she knew she'd never bring it back, unless they finally meet in the afterlife, if it even existed.

"Tell me, mother," The Prince speaks up, and she finally looks up at him, mustering her best to put on a smile for her son. She hums gently, and he walks towards her.

Taehyung kneels down in front of her, laying his head on her lap and letting her hand caress his hair. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them again and speaks up.

"Do you think I'm the one who killed Namjoon?" He asks, his voice low.

Miseon's hand abruptly stops, but a moment later, she's back to running her fingers through his dark brown locks. She gulps, because even she, his mother, knows the real culprit.

She shakes her head slowly although he can't see her. "Only you can tell me, Taehyung."

He raises his head, holding her hand in his, resting his chin on her knee and looking up at her.

"Everyone says I did it," He mutters under his breath, but it's enough for her to hear.

She nods. "I know, but did you?"

It falls silent again, and the woman's hands shake a little, because she doesn't need an answer. She knows it's her son, she knows it's him.

"What if I tell you I didn't do it?" He asks carefully, studying her face to make sure she believes him.

She smiles, putting a hand on his cheek and caressing it. "Then you didn't."

He narrows his eyes a little, rather surprised by her calmness. "You... believe me?"

She nods weakly. "You're my son, and I know you more than anyone, even more than you know yourself."

He tilts his head to the side, still locking his eyes with hers. "So if I tell you I did it, what would you say?"

Her smile falls, and she leans closer. "I know who did it, so stop playing these games with me."

"Then who did it?" He raises an eyebrow.

A sigh escapes her lips as she leans back again, smiling. She stares at him for a second before she turns her head to the side, staring out of the window.

"It's tea time already, isn't it?" She says, letting go of Taehyung and standing up to make her way to the door.

"Would you like to have tea with me?" She asks with a small smile.

Taehyung doesn't reply, and glares for a few seconds.

"I suppose not," She says after a while, then yanks the door open and walks out, leaving Taehyung alone.

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A hurried knock on the bedroom door interrupts Yisun from reading her book. She puts the book down, averting her gaze to the double door.

"Come in," She says, and the door is immediately opened, revealing the Head of Maids, her usual calm state now hasty. Sweat runs down her forehead as her shaking hands tightly clutch her dress.

"What's wrong?" Yisun asks with concern, standing up and walking towards the other woman.

"I think you need to see this, Your Majesty," She replies with a shaky voice, "The Taster isn't fine."

"Lead the way," The Queen says, and the maid submits, turning around and walking hurriedly with the queen following.

Upon reaching the room, the maid pushes the door open to reveal a bed in the middle of a small room with a young woman laying atop it, screaming out in pain and arching her back, her hands firmly gripping the sheets.

"Call the doctor for her," The Queen says, and two of the few maids standing bow and run out.

"What happened?" Yisun asks.

The Head of Maids speaks, "She started screaming in pain after tasting the food, Your Majesty. We suppose she had been poisoned."

"To whom was the food?" Yisun asks, turning her eyes away from the woman in pain to the maid.

The maid gulps. "You, Your Majesty."

"Someone was trying to poison me? We need to investigate this immediately. Update me on her condition."

And with that, she turns around and walks out, her fists clenching.

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"Are you out of your mind?!" Taehyung says through gritted teeth, his tight so grip around his wife's arm.

"Let me go," Joowoo replies, yanking her arm away but to no avail, "What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that?!" He scoffs, "That is the way Namjoon died. By poison. Then you go and use the same way to kill the queen?!"

"You wanted me to kill her!" She whisper-shouts, "Why do you care what method I use? Everyone knows you're killing all of them anyway."

He tightens his grip and she whimpers in pain. "I brought you here because I thought you were smart. I swear to God, Lee Joowoo, if you don't go according to the plan and do exactly as what I say, I'll rip your head off and hang it on the palace's gate for everyone to see."

She yanks her arm away again and it works this time, making her put her hand on her now bruised arm, caressing it and glaring at the Prince.

"If they find out it's you, I'll be the one to kill you, understand?" He threatens.

He walks out, closing the door behind him with a loud bang, and she yells out in frustration.

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A/N: I'm back sksksksk

I'm done with my midterms but I still feel dead lol

I really am trying to update but it's so hard and frustrating jsjshdjdhd

Anyhow, sleep well and don't skip meals and drink lots of water for a healthier smoother skin and listen to exo's xoxo album to cleanse your soul

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