Two Queens ✨ bangtan

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"Your highness, Consort Choi has asked for your presence." Court Lady Song stated and I snapped my head to look at her.

"Why?" she then shrugged and muttered, "I don't know myself, Your highness."

I hummed and headed to the door to go to her chamber. It was such a surprise to hear that she was asking for me. Especially when I am now known to be the one to send the said assasin to her room.

As I was nearing her chamber, words that I couldn't comprehend much entered my ears. I raised my eyebrows and continued to take small steps towards the door. I bit my lip upon recognizing the voice. It clearly belonged to a male. Not a female. And I knew well it belongs to the person I call My King.

"My love," my heart broke upon hearing those two words slip out of his mouth like it was nothing. The clear memory of him taking so much time, months, or maybe a year already before he said that to me. Before he called me his love. "I promise you. I don't love her anymore. I've had enough of it and I only want you." A tear slid down my cheek and onto the floor. He truly loves her. He loves her more than he loves me before.

"But My king, I cannot fully trust you knowing she is still the queen." I grew agitated over her words. He loves her so much and that was obvious, but why was she acting like that?

He sighed and muttered, "Mina, I sleep with you, I eat with you, I practically live with you already. I barely even see her but you still get jealous? My love, please don't. Because for the last time, I love you and only you now." he sighed deeply. "And not her. I don't love her anymore. And I think my love for her will never come back."

My tears fell, along with my heart. It was harsh. His words were harsh. It hurt so much. I knew I should've just left. But I chose to stay to listen to then and suffer. I hated myself. I hated myself more than I hate anything in the world.

I looked down and ran back. Back to my chamber. But as my feet quickly made big strides to my chamber, my head bumped onto something I didn't really care about. I looked up a bit and muttered a small 'sorry' before attempting to go past it. But before I could, two hands held my shoulder and I flinched. I looked at the pale hands and immediately recognized whose hands was it.

"Look up y/n. Look at me in the eyes." I shook my head and squirmed. He held my shoulder tightly and pulled me to his chest, his arms embracing me along with his masculine but soft scent. "Why are you crying?"

"It doesn't bother you, Min Yoongi. Now let me go."

"If it doesn't bother me, why am I asking you then?" he sternly said and his grip loosened a bit. "Always thinking that nobody cares y/n? Just because he doesn't?"

"You don't have to remind me that!"

"Well you have to open your eyes then." I looked up and put up a questioning expression. "Open your eyes and see that. You need to let it go. Let him go." I looked away as tears fell again.

"I already see it--"

"But you choose to ignore it."

I frowned and looked down, instantly walking past him and bumping his shoulder.

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"Such a failure." he muttered and stood infront of me, his hands behind his back and his head tilted a bit. "Nothing but a disgrace."

"Y-you say that but you yourself doesn't have a big position." I whispered but father had seemed to hear as his eyes widened and he began shouting.

"What did you say?! You're talking back now?!" My head turned to the side as my cheek recieved a slap. "At least I have a worth! How about you then?! Nothing but a burden!"

"Then why don't you just throw me out father?! I'm nothing but a burden anyways!"

"Shut up!" This time, he punched me. He punched me with all force that I stumbled down. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I held it.

"You and your mother are the same. Weaklings, worthless pieces of shit!"