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nochuobsessed · 7 years ago

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Reign || Pt 23

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 3.2k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Twice

Au: Royal

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: angst

Previously:

“Guards,” Jungkook yelled, “Secure the castle, and take Y/N and Jihan to our chambers. I want everyone questioned, and nobody leaves the castle.”

You stand up, “My ladies come too.”

Jihyo, Chaeyoung and Nayeon stand next to Dahyun, who look to you for their next instructions.

You give Dahyun Jihan, and walk to the front, “Jungkook what happened?”

He grabbed to side of your arms, “I’ll explain later, but right now, more than anything, you need to leave this room.” He kissed your forehead, holding you tight.

“Promise you’ll tell me what happened,” You say, “You can’t just tell me to leave a ball, having everyone threatened for questioning, and closing the castle doors?”

Jungkook cupped your face, “I-It’s, a death threat has been made against Jihan.”

You face dropped, “Our Jihan? Our son? I’ll kill him-“

“No you won’t,” Jungkook said, “This will be handled quietly, and quickly.”

You take a deep breath, kissing him quickly, “I’ll go.”

“Thank you.”

You quickly walked back to your throne, and picked up Jihan, rubbing his back, “Let’s go.”

To say you were mad was understatement.

“Someone threatened my son,” You said, tears rolling down your cheek as you sat with Jihan in your lap, “There was a head in the box, and said it Jihan was next.”

“A head?” Nayeon asked, checking your temperature, “You’re a bit hot, maybe you should lie down?”

You lied down, Jihan lying on your stomach. You trailed your hand down his back, his head lying perfectly on your chest, “I just don’t understand, what has he ever done to anyone? He’s a baby!”

Your ladies looked to you in sympathy, sitting down on the bed. “Jungkook will find out who did it,” Jihyo said, “He always does.”

“That’s not enough,” You say, sighing loudly, “I want to be involved. I want to be the one that swings the axe.”

“You don’t mean-“

“If I can kill the person who’s done this, I will,” You say, trying to stop the tears falling, “It’s treason. Threatening a member of the inner royal family is punishable by death.”

“Yes but only by an executioner,” Jihyo said, “You could get in trouble.”

You shrugged, “I’m the Queen. I have a license to kill.”

“Jungkook does,” Chaeyoung says, “Not you. But if done discreetly-“

“Y/N, talking about it isn’t a good idea.”

“Then let’s talk about something else,” You say, “The coronation, how was it from your perspective?”

Dahyun smiled, “Jihan did very well, not a sound from him, except for whining for you.”

You kissed the top of his head, “He’s an eomma’s boy. Always has been, always will be.” His tiny hands touched your cheek, patting it lightly a few times. You found it amusing, how he always needed to be touching you, much like his father.

“You looked beautiful,” Jihyo said, “The dress complimented you perfectly.”

You look down, realizing you were still wearing it, “I ought to get changed. Jihan will fall asleep on me soon, and I don’t fancy sleeping in this dress.”

You were helped out of your dress, Naeyeon taking Jihan to check up on him. She handed him back to you, as you lied back down, placing Jihan back on your chest.

“I miss your Appa,” You say, pouting, “Jihan-ie, when will he come back?”

Jihan giggled tiredly, clinging onto you tighter, “Eomma…”

“Someone needs to go to sleep,” You say, “He won’t sleep unless he’s seen both of us. He’s basically a copy of his father.”

The girls laughed, smiling as you made funny faces to amuse Jihan. He yawned, rubbing his eyes, before looking around the room, realizing that Jungkook wasn’t there.

His bottom lip began to quiver, and tears filled his eyes, “APPA!”

“Jihan-ie,” You cooed, “Don’t cry my darling, Appa will be here soon, and he’ll give you lots of cuddles to make up for not being here.”

You sat up, bringing your knees halfway to your chest, holding him to your chest. You could feel his tears sinking through your bed gown, as his choked sobs continue.

“Jihan-ie,” You said in a sing-song voice, “Eomma loves you, Appa loves you, and will be here soon.” You turn to Jihyo, with pleading eyes, “Can you please find out when he will be back?”

“When who will be back?”

“Appa?” Jihan said once he heard his father’s voice. You sighed in relief, “Girls, thank you, you can go. Jungkook, please take him.”

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and you can tell he was exhausted. You place Jihan in his crib, and wrap your arms around Jungkook’s waist. His chest jolts, as tears fall down his cheeks.

You unbutton his coat, taking it off and placing it on one of the small tables scattered across the room. He took off his shirt and pants, and you handed him his bed-wear. Once he had changed, he picked Jihan up, who was still crying, and lied down with him. You follow after, your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s.

“Jihan-ie,” Jungkook said, rocking him back and forth, “No one will ever hurt you, no matter how many letters, or heads they send me. Your Appa will fight any and everyone who threatens you and your Eomma. The person that has done this, will die.”

Jihan was back to normal, almost asleep, “Appa…”

Jungkook kissed your cheek, standing up and placing Jihan in his crib. He stroked his cheek, before hopping back in bed with you.

He pulled you towards him, bringing you into his lap, “I have to confess, the letter I got the other day, wasn’t a threat to me. It was the first of three letters, all threats against you and Jihan. This person knows that without you and Jihan, I am nothing.”

You looked to Jungkook with sad eyes, trailing your fingers across his jaw, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He smiled sorrowfully, “I didn’t want you to freak out about the coronation, and the ball. You would have never gone through with it if you had known.”

You kissed him, slowly but surely, “Is that why there was more security?”

“Yes,” He says, “One letter said that he would attack at the coronation. I considered cancelling it, but then everyone would panic and it would be a disaster.”

“I’m sorry you had to hide it for so long,” You say, “But thank you, for keeping my mind at ease.”

He kissed you again, holding you close to him. When you pulled away, he rested his head against yours, “I almost lost you once, I can’t go through that again. I thought my life was over.”

“I love you, so much,” You say, connecting your lips again, “I will never leave you, not even Min Yoongi stood a chance against us.”

Jungkook nods slowly, before cupping your face and kissing you again.

The Privy Council meeting was intense. You wanted to leave Jihan with your ladies, but Jungkook had insisted that the two of you never leave his sight. You were sitting by his side, as he held Jihan, talking about the new security detail he wanted set in place.

You stayed silent, Jungkook’s hand in your lap, as you drew random shapes on it. He was scared, scared to lose you again, but not just you this time. For if the two of you were to lose your innocent, precious child, you would both be broken.

“Anyone unimportant will be forced to leave the castle,” Jungkook says, his Councilmen nodding in agreement, “You will all stay here, but your families should leave. We will also be cancelling any balls and events. I won’t have my families lives compromised.”

“Of course not, your majesty,” Yixing says, “All the staff and guards are being questioned currently.”

“Good,” Jungkook said, “Guards are coming from Park. They will be taking over the castle guard positions, whilst our guards patrol the kingdom.”

“Park guards? What use are they?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, looking down at Jihan, “Keep in mind that my wife and son are both part of the Park lineage. My son is currently third in line to the Park Crown, but we have no intention of putting him there.”

“My apologies-“

“The Park guards are familiar with the Royal Family, but not the Kingdom. Our guards know the Kingdom, and our people would be more at ease seeing their own guards protecting them.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

You lean over to Jungkook, whispering in his ear, “What about the council handling the minor things from now on.”

Jungkook tucked a piece your hair behind your ear, “Yes. My Queen and I have decided that the council will work on the minor problems. We are only to be bothered if it is paperwork or a major issue.”

“Of course,” Lord Chanyeol said, “We would be happy to do it. The last group of members barely did anything, except drinking and whoring around.”

“Not in front of the baby,” You say, “He is slowly picking up words and if that is one them I willhave your head on a plate.”

Chanyeols eyes widened, “My apologies, your Majesty.”

You pout and turn to Jungkook, “Jungkook, how much longer do we have to be in this meeting for?”

“You’re starting to sound like a child,” He says, lightly placing two fingers under your chin, bringing your face closer to him, “Good thing you aren’t one.” He pressed his lips to yours, and you leaned into it, quickly breaking away when you realized you were still in the meeting.

You sunk back into your chair, glancing at Jungkook, before catching Jihan’s gaze on your ring. You smiled and handed the piece of jewelry to him. He giggled as he held it up to the light, captivated by the colours.

“Is that all?” Jungkook asks, standing up with Jihan in his arms. You follow him, brushing your hand through his hair, “Please send the paperwork to our rooms, it will be done promptly.”

Everyone stood up, bowing to you as you finally left the room, clinging onto Jungkook’s arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me the Park guards were coming?” You say, “I mean, it’s not that important but they’re my people and I would’ve liked to know.”

“I’m sorry love,” Jungkook says, “It slipped from my mind.”

“It doesn’t matter,” You say, taking your ring back from Jihan before he dropped it, “It will be nice for Jihan to see the other side of our family.”

“Maybe we should plan a trip to Park once all this is over,” Jungkook says, wrapping his arm around your waist, “And then to Jung. Jihan needs to know his family.”

“Our family will have four sovereigns one day,” You say, “Queen Sunmi of Park, King Ilyong of Kwon, King Chaeran of Jung, and King Jihan of Jeon.”

Jungkook smiled, “Our family has done well.”

“Extremely well,” you say, “Jihyun and Jina haven’t married yet. I mean, they are eight.”

Jungkook kissed your head, “I wouldn’t have minded marrying you when I was eight.”

You widened your eyes in alarm, “I would have been six!”

Jungkook’s smile dropped, “Please ignore that I said that.” You reached your bedroom, and you threw yourself on the bed, “You’re obviously tired.”

“I’m stressed,” You say, “If we didn’t have to have Jihan with us all the time, I would probably ask you to help me get rid of it.”

Jungkook placed Jihan on the bed next to you, “I would be more than willing-“

He pressed his lips to yours, hovering over you, before falling beside you, pulling you into a spooning position. Jihan sat up, happily swaying from side to side. He caught your eye, and flopped onto his tummy, dragging himself towards you. You reached out and caressed his cheek, and he grabbed onto your finger, bringing it to his mouth.

“I want the person that threatened him dead,” You whisper, sinking into Jungkook’s embrace.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “They threatened you too, love. I want him dead just as much as you.”

“I don’t care about me, only Jihan,” You say, “If I died, I would be happy knowing you two are safe.”

Jungkook quickly cut you off, “Don’t say that!”

“Sorry.”

You stayed like that for a while longer, before standing up, “We need a plan, Jungkook. We’re not going to find this person with guards-“

“I am not letting you go out and find this person,” Jungkook said, standing up and taking your hands, “You’re the Queen, you’re Jihan’s mother. Most of all, you’re my wife. My soulmate. I can’t- I won’t live without you. This person wants you two dead. I’m not risking that.”

You look to the ground, leaning into Jungkook’s chest, “Okay.”

The door opened, and two guards entered, “Your paperwork, your Majesties.”

Jungkook groans, and you sit back on the bed next to Jihan, “Leave it on the desk.”

The guards leave as they do as they’re told. You place Jihan in his crib, as you and Jungkook sit at the desk.

“I’ll do half and you do half?”

“Yep.”

“Jihan-ie! Look what Eomma has!”

“Eomma?”

“I have letters from my brothers,” You say, handing him the envelopes, “One from Jongdae, one from Samuel, and one from Jimin!”

“Muel-ah?”

“Yes, Uncle Samuel,” You say, tickling his tummy, “Do you want to hear what they have to say?”

Jihan nodded his head, and you excitedly opened the one from Jongdae.

“My dearest sister, and baby Jihan. I have the most wonderful news! Mina has given birth to our first child! A beautiful baby girl, Park Seola,” You read out, “Jihan-ie, you have a new cousin! Seola is doing well, and Mina and I have never been happier. We will come and visit in a few months, so please wait for our arrival. Your Brother, Jongdae.”

Jihan clapped, giggling and taking the letter from you and pretending to read it, whilst you opened the next letter.

“My sister and nephew. Mother has finally allowed Somi and I to marry. We are very excited, and are having it in a few months. Maybe we could have a family reunion. I am very much looking forward to seeing Jihan again, it seems it has been so long since his christening. I hope you are well, Samuel.”

Jihan took the second letter, “Muel-ah!”

“Jihan, you’re so clever,” you say, taking the first letter back from him and opening the last letter. You hold up the last letter, “Jihan-ie, this is the royal stamp of Park. I am a Park, and so are you.”

“Park,” Jihan says, emphasis on the K. You brushed your hand through his hair, caressing his cheek.

“You’re so smart Jihan-ie,” you say, “Y/N. I am so sorry to hear about the problems in Jeon right now. I wish that there was a way I could help more. I promise you that Jihan will be safe in Park. We have lots of fun events planned right now for Sunmi, so he will be able to join in with those. Looking forward to see him soon, Jimin.”

Your eyes widened, and you picked Jihan up, quickly going to Jungkook in the throne room.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

Jungkook stood up, fear in his eyes, “Y-Y/N?”

You handed him Jimin’s letter, “You’re sending Jihan away?”

Jungkook gulped, “I was going to tell you-“

“Tell me what? That you made a decision about our son without me,” You say, your voice like venom, “He’s not going. I grew him, I carried him for nine months. I went through 21 hours of labor to have him. I still feed him from my breasts. You are not taking my son away from me.”

Jungkook looked defeated, “It’s for his safety. They won’t know that he’s gone, so if they come here, nothing can happen to him.”

“He’s safe with me!” You shout, Jihan starting to cry, “I’m his mother! I would die for him! Nothing will ever happen to him!” Your tears were falling at this point, and your legs gave way, falling to the ground, still able to keep Jihan from harm, “You can’t take him away from me!”

“Y/N...” He said, walking towards you, “Please, it’s for his safety-“

You placed Jihan in your lap, who was screaming and crying, scared by you crying, “If he goes I go.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook said, his voice firm, “Jihan is going to Park. If you go, they will find out, and you’ll both be dead.”

You cried out in defeat, holding Jihan close to you. Jungkook ran to you, pulling you close to him. He rocked you back and forth, kissing your hair, “He’ll be okay. It will be safer for him. We can fix this whilst making sure no one gets hurt. No one.”

“I’m hurt!” You cried, “M-my baby has to leave!”

“I promise, as soon as this is over, he can come back. Dahyun is going with him. I don’t want to do this either, but we have to.”

You clung to his shirt, Dahyun quickly taking Jihan from you. Your tears soaked his coat, his hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“When is he leaving?”

Jungkook froze, “Tonight. At midnight.”

You let out another choked sob, holding onto Jungkook with all your strength, your cries echoing through the castle.

Midnight had come. You were dressed in black, along with Jungkook, Jihan, and Dahyun. You held your son close to your chest, as you walked out of the castle to the awaiting carriage.

“You must show him our painting every day, and make sure he says our names,” You say, Dahyun listening intently, “Anything he wants, he gets. He’s the future King of Jeon, he must be treated like one. A-and if he cries, try to sing Jungkook’s song to him.”

Jungkook pulled you into his chest, kissing Jihan’s forehead, “I’m so sorry my son. We are doing this to protect you, but it hurts so much.”

Your tears started to fall again, as you tried to hold it in, not wanting to worry Jihan, “Jungkook, please let him stay. Everything will be fine-“

“Y/N,” Jungkook looked to you with pleading eyes, “We have to let him go.”

Dahyun curtsied, “I’ll let you say your goodbyes. I’ll write everyday Y/N, do not worry.”

You smiled weakly at Daehyun, “Yes, thank you. Please enjoy your time in Park.”

Dahyun got into the carriage, and you braced yourself to leave Jihan.

“My baby boy,” you whisper, rocking him lightly, “I love you so so much, more than I ever thought was possible. Eomma will be thinking of you every second. Please be a good boy for Dahyun, and Uncle Jimin. Grandma will be watching over you mostly, so be a good boy for her too. And don’t grow up too much, just stay little.”

You took off your ring, looping it on a golden chain, and placed it around Jihan, “Now you’ll have a piece of me wherever you go, my darling.”

Jungkook came closer to you, taking Jihan from you. He whispered something to him quietly, not loud enough to be heard.

When he had finished, he gave him to Dahyun, who was waiting in the carriage.

“Eomma loves you Jihan,” You say, as the door closes. The carriage starts to move, and you can feel your body give way, falling into Jungkook’s arms seconds away from hitting the ground.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Jungkook says, “But I can’t lose him, or you.”

He picks you up bridal style, and you cry into his shirt, feeling the material become soaking wet underneath your fingers.

He carried you back to your room, getting you changed and into bed. You lay there emotionless, not feeling Jungkook pull you onto his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding you tight, “We will see him again soon, I promise.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Find whoever is doing this, and kill them.”