The Heir

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~ Jimin's POV ~

The first punch glanced at my chin. The second punch doubled me over.

It was a heck of a shot. Outside of having the wind knocked out of me, which I always hated, I noticed a fair amount of pain with the gutshot, which was something I wasn't used to. A hit to the face, yes, or even the kidney...but the gut shouldn't have been much more than discomfort if that.

I stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at my opponent right in his shifty eyes. I took a step forward and I swung.

The blow felt too sluggish. I knew the second I launched it. The spry, smirking male ducked under it. Before I could even register the dodge, however, another body shot, this one to my ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through my torso. I didn't fall, I made sure I did not fall, but it was a lot closer than I'd have liked.

Taehyung went for another shot, but I shoved him off.

Taehyung scooted back towards the wall. I covered the distance between us and threw three more punches that did land, causing Taehyung to fall backward.

However, he stood up again.

It was unreal. Between the pain in my guts and ribs and the general confusion, the sight of Taehyung on his feet after the patented left-right-left was nothing I wanted to see. I threw another punch that Taehyung ducked but didn't parry, then another that Taehyung swung under again, and responded in turn with an uppercut.

Click. The sound of my upper and lower rows of teeth making unplanned contact sickened me. Still, I kept my feet. I had to. Falling down was not an......

~ Time Skip ~

My eyes fluttered open as I felt someone's hand gently touch my shoulder. I looked up and saw Taehyung grinning down at me.

"They don't call me Captain of the Guard for nothing." He smirked

I groan as I sit up and gently rub my bruised jaw "Oh, shut up! Knocking me out wasn't necessary Tae!"

"We all know if the roles were reversed you would have knocked me out. Wouldn't you?"

I ran my hand through my blonde hair and sighed in defeat, he was right I would have. Taehyung grinned and reached out his hand to help me up. I stumbled a bit trying to regain my balance and then I swatted his hand signaling that I could walk by myself. Taehyung rubbed the nape of his neck and then he spoke:

"The Queen and King have requested to see you, something important they wanted to discuss with you."

I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair once again. What could they want now? Every time I spoke to my parents it always led to a heated argument which always resulted in me walking out. I was stubborn, mother always said I got that from father, which was probably the only thing we both had in common.

Taehyung and I walked down the grand halls while I was silent, Taehyung tried cracking a few jokes, since this discussion would probably end up in another argument. Honestly, the less I talked to my mother and father, the better. Every single time I neared the throne room to 'talk' with them I dreaded it.

The guards opened the large, oak doors and I saw my mother and father beaming.

'This could not be good.'

"My dear son, we have awaited you!" My mother says smiling at me. I always felt closer to my mother than my father. However, as I grew older and got closer to my coronation she would agree more with my father on things than with me. The closer I got to my coronation I felt as if I was losing my freedom, I felt suffocated. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be King more than anything but the way that my father treated me it seemed as if he didn't trust me with the job at all.

The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. My mother sensed it as well so she decided to clear her throat and speak first

"Jiminie since the last time we spoke, your father and I discussed a few things and we came up with a beautiful solution to our bridal problem."

My eyes widened. They were still on this. I remember specifically telling them I wasn't going to marry anyone. I opened my mouth to protest but my father cut me off

"Jimin we have discussed this and there is no getting out of this. You are twenty-five years old and your coronation is coming up fast, and the image you obtain right now is 'Prince Jimin the playboy that sleeps around with many girls', and we need to change that right now!"

"Oh honey it will be splendid, we decided that we'll have a competition for your heart just like our neighboring kingdom did with Prince Namjoon. Their kingdom got so much publicity for that and now look at them, Prince Namjoon and Princess Taehee are so happy together, they even have a little one along the way. Don't you want something like that?" My mother said while smiling genuinely

"So this whole competition isn't for me finding a bride, it's just a huge publicity stunt for the Kingdom!" I growl whilst glaring daggers at my father

My father slams his hand down on his throne loudly and glares back at me "How dare you talk to me that way. I am your father and more importantly King, if you weren't my child I would have beheaded you by now!"

My mother gasps in surprise and grabs my father's hand and quietly asks him to calm down. My father huffs and yanks his hand away from my mother's and continues to glare in my direction.

"My coronation is coming up. I'll be King sooner than you know, Father." I say, my voice laced with venom

"But you're not King, yet!" My father snaps with a smirk on his face knowing that he won this argument

"If you do not go through with this you will never become King. I promise you that Park Jimin!"

I huff in anger and storm out of the throne room. I head to my chambers and slam the door shut behind me. I yell in frustration and punch the wooden closet door a few times causing my knuckles to bleed. I sigh and turn around and am surprised to see my mother standing in the doorway. I ignore her and go sit on my bed. She comes over with a wet washcloth and a few bandages to dress the wounds on my knuckles.

"Why is it that you always result to violence when you get angry?" She asks quietly

I stay quiet as she watches me concerningly. I flinch as she wraps the bandage tighter.

"I'm sorry Jiminie, we just want what's best for you. We love you so much, you know your father doesn't mean what he said. His emotions just get the best of him, as it happens to you. Don't blame him. We're getting old and we just want to be able to see you get married and have your coronation. If not for him will you please do this for me."

I sigh in defeat. I always had a soft spot for my mother ever since I was young and I would always try to get her attention and make her smile and still to this date I would do anything to make her happy. I gave her a lopsided smile and nodded my head.

"Okay, I'll do it."

~ End of Chapter 2 ~

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