BANGTAN DREAMLAND

 “On-only at the market, as you ordered.” You can’t help but answer meekly, allowing the King getting under your skin, as he always does. 

“I don’t see what I ordered.” His voice getting lower in tone, filled with anger at your obvious mistake. Mistakes are not what he has you around for, it was perfection. You forgot. You always come back with something that soothes his anger. Something that helps both of you. 

“Do you wish to fall out of my grace, Y/N.” 

You shake your head, fear creeping onto you. You cannot fail now. With a sudden movement, he spins you around, his body pressed to yours, his deep eyes staring into yours. For a moment you think you see a lingering emotion in them before they grow cold again. 

His lips move back to your ear, body pressing so hard into yours you can barely breathe, 

“Your betrayal, I would never forget it, nor will I forgive it.” Is all he says before his lips crash into yours, taking all your oxygen away as he deepens your kiss. It's not romantic, it's not even animalistic, it's possessive and yet without a single hesitation, you kiss him back, putting your hands at his chest, gripping the robes at his front. The look in his eyes changes to lust when he grips your hair tightly, pushing you away and turning you back around. 

With a swift movement he takes your coat off, leaving you in a long black dress, lined with the same dragon his cloak has, but this one silver instead of gold. His hands roam your body in a possessive way, digging his rings clad fingers into your hips, covering your neck in kisses when he suddenly moves away from you. 

“Bend over.” Is his single command and you obey, moving your body forward, placing your hands at the wall. Suddenly you feel the coldness of the palace corridor when he grips the dress at your back and rips them apart in one single movement, exposing your skin to the cold as you let the dress fall to the palace floor. The mix of fear and excitement shoots through your body as you get more and more confused about your feelings, of what is right and what is wrong. 

It's only the hard slap that wakes you up from your thoughts, making you scream out louder than you expected, your voice and sound of slaps echoing through the corridor. The king puts one hand on your back, pushing you down, forcing you to push your ass higher. “Stay still.” All you can do is nod as he keeps delivering slap after slap, making your ass feel hotter and hotter. You can feel his hand pushing down the fabric of your panties,making feeling exposed, excited and nervous at the same time. 

“Do you deserve it?” His voice cuts through your breathing as you try to calm yourself down. You hate this and love this at the same time. It looks like he is giving you a choice but he is not. 

“Yes, my king.” You answer, his hand suddenly moves through your folds, making you moan at the touch of his long fingers. You can practically hear his smirk when he discovers you are getting wet despite your punishment. 

“Please.” You moan, hoping to get more of his touch but his fingers disappear quickly, making you yelp in a painful moan when his open palm collides with your now naked bottom as he pushes your panties down. 

He lands one spank after another until you can’t take it anymore and start to sob quietly. He bends over your body, making you bend further down, his erection pressing into your ass, his hands wrapping tightly over your torso. From outside, a position that might almost look childish and innocent but he is making a point. You can feel his long hair brushing your left cheek as he is pressing kisses over the back of your neck and then his lips are gone. You can feel his eyes roam over your body when he gives you a last hard slap on your ass. 

This time you can feel his hands slowly going over your abused skin, which is no doubt crimson red. Your body is rocking with small sobs, the pain is not unbearable, but you will feel it for a day or two. Despite that, you can also feel the wetness between your legs making your breathing more rapid.

 ***********

He is watching you, you look breathtaking. You ass deep red, bend over to his mercy, completely obedient and yet he knows you are up to something. His body was overpowered by rage when he saw you leave the palace without his knowledge. His chest worried when you were not back when the sun set down. He knew who was in the town and everybody in town knew you were by his side. You have become his weakness, a weakness he can’t give up. Everything about you has been on his mind from the moment you arrived at this town, to his town. Fearless with an aura of power and desire about you. 

He strokes your now red ass watching you breathe hard and sob quietly as he ponders what to do next. He wants to punish you but he also wants to please you. He lets his fingers run down between your buttocks, smirking as he hears your moan mixed with worried sharp breath. He does it again, feeling your nervousness below his fingers. He opts for mercy as he let his fingers slide lower, finding your wet folds. 

“You are enjoying it too much.” 

He can’t understand a single word between your moans, making him smile when no one, not even you, can see it. 

“P-please.” You moan, trying to push back into his fingers but he quickly slaps your ass. “Stay still or I will leave you here until the guards come.” 

He smiles again as you get back to position, your legs shaking, your breathing getting faster and faster. 

Without a warning he is pushing two of his fingers into you, making you moan in a combination of pleasure and pain. He starts pumping his fingers, his other hand wrapped in your hair, forcing you to bend back until you see his eyes, his lips, his smirk. 

You are feeling the release getting closer and closer. His fingers moving in and out, his eyes never leaving yours for a single second, then he suddenly let's go. The sudden loss of his grip in your hair makes your head fall back down, the loss of his fingers making you feel empty and aching. You are waiting for him to slam into you, to take you hard from behind but nothing comes. He is simply watching you, observing the power he has over you. 

“Please, please jeonha” 

“Where were you?” 

“In the market, I swear I .. ow!” The slap lands hard onto your ass. 

“Where were you.” He asks again, watching you struggle with the mix of pain and pleasure, your breathing getting more panicked. 

You have no time to think of anything else but “Royal gardens jeonha”. You can feel his hand rest between your folds again, making you sigh in relief. 

“Why?” 

“I wish to restore them” 

“That is not your decision to make.” He pushes his fingers deep into you. 

“It could … it could be good. Place for you to relax. A way to start restoring southern part of the town.” 

He smirks as he looks at you, he knows you are lying of course. 

You can hear the sound of his clothing when you feel him pressed against your pussy. His hand grips your hair again forcing you to meet his eyes as he fills you with one sharp thrust, making you moan loudly. 

“You have one month to restore them.” He says and you can see the evil smirk make its way back to his face as he starts thrusting into you with power and speed. He lets go of your hair, his hands gripping your hips painfully. Your hands push against the wall, moaning as he fucks you hard, his dick slamming into you in punishing speed and force until you feel yourself tighten around him as your orgasm makes you moan loudly, screaming for his name. Your legs are giving in and you are feeling yourself slipping to your knees, his cum dripping down your thighs. 

“Hoseok.” You hear his voice loud and clear, his words making you sharply intake your breath. 

Your face grows red when you see the king's general approach from the shadows where he stood the whole time. 

“Take her to her rooms.” Is all he says when he moves away from you and without single words disappears into the darkness of the corridor, his dark cape bellowing behind him. 

 ********

Suddenly you forget the waves of pleasure that were running through you, replaced by fear and humiliation. How long has he been watching you? Did he follow you to the city? Did you see you in the kitchens? Your thoughts are interrupted as he picks you up. You yelp in pain as the skin of your ass connects with his body. 

“You are not going to look at me?” You can hear the amusement in his voice but all you can do is shake your head. 

“Shame. I think we have a lot to talk about.” This makes you look up into his eyes, fear gripping over you as he carries you towards your rooms. 

xxxxxxx

 “I know you are there you know,” Jin says as he hooks another worm, throwing an end of the fishing rod to the lake. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and comes out of the tree area he has been lingering around.

“For your looks, you are a lot sharper.” 

Jin turns his head around “Are you perhaps blind?” He says, his hand coming under his chin as if to point out the obvious. 

“Are you perhaps sure about the beard?” He returns as he sits down next to Jin who rolls his eyes. “There is nothing my face cannot wear well.” 

“Yeah, I would not be so sure.” Yoongi answers, laughing evident in his voice. 

“Do you always insult people you need?” 

“Who says I need you?!” Yoongi defends but only gets snort as an answer.

Yoongi just sighs, wishing this could be done without this man. They remain in silence for a while as Jin keeps pulling caught fish into the basket. 

“Are you going to make yourself useful or what?” 

“Fine.” Yoongi retorts and takes hold of one of the other fishing rod behind the fisherman. 

“Were you expecting someone?” He asks, hoping it would be the man he needs. 

“You.” Jin retorts simply, his eyes still on the lake. 

“What?” 

“Who do you like more?” Jin asks suddenly, his eyes moving towards Yoongi. 

“What?” 

“Do you like me? Or do you like our mysterious councillor.” Jin asks, rendering Yoongi completely speechless. “Or perhaps you prefer clumsy librarians with book fetish? You are awfully obvious for a revolutionary.” 

“I am not a revolutionary.” 

“Really?” Jin retorts and turns his eyes back to the lake making Yoongi annoyed at reading the whole situation completely wrong, getting annoyed at Namjoon at the same time. 

“So?” 

“I told you, I am not revolutionary!” 

“Me, Namjoon or the pretty lady in the palace?” 

“Jungkook.” He answers, looking at his reaction but he is not given anything but a raise of an eyebrow. 

“He is a bit young for you, don’t you think?” 

“Would you stop it?!” Yoongi lets out 

“Ya! We are fishing here, keep it down.” 

“Who are you?!”

Jin holds up the rod “A fisherman, are you perhaps blind?” 

This is not going the way Yoongi hoped at all, actually he is becoming more and more annoyed at not finding out more about this man beforehand silently and begrudgingly admitting to this man's genius. He turns to get up and leave, probably to pester Namjoon for the rest of the day when Jin's voice stops him. 

“He is difficult to get to.” 

Yoongi turns back towards Jin, sitting back down in the process. “Why? Is he that important?” 

Jin shakes his head, “That careful.” Jin says and looks back at Yoongi. “He lives over there.” He says and points across the lake, towards the forest, far outside the city walls. 

Yoongi looks across, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, this place makes no sense. 

“Is that why you are here?” He asks Jin 

“I have cover to keep, Yoongi.” 

“I didn’t tell you my name.” Jin snorts again and takes another fish off the hook, putting the rod aside, turning to Yoongi. 

“What is it that you want?” Jin looks Yoongi in the eyes but continues without waiting for an answer. “Do you want to kill the king, perhaps? Or you want to seduce his little protegé? She and Jungkook arrived at the same time…” 

“The king has something of mine.” Yoongi answers, being careful about his words.

Jin nods and looks towards the forest. “He has something of mine as well, though he is not aware of it.” Jin answers and looks back at Yoongi. 

“She is the only way to get to the king,” Yoongi says. 

“Ah, so it is the woman, how predictable you are. Still, cannot blame you, she is quite breathtaking.” 

“You are annoying.” He says but his answer is just a high pitch laugh, which is even more annoying answer than Jins jokes.

“She is not, but she is the easiest way to get to him. Getting to her on the other hand…” 

“Requires Jungkook…” Yoongi finishes for Jin, who nods in answer. They sit in silence for a while before Jin starts getting up. 

“You didn’t catch a single fish, stay behind and catch somem would you?” He says, making Yoongi roll his eyes, getting ready to say something but Jin beats him to it. 

“Meet me tonight in front of the library.” Is the last thing he says before he starts walking back towards the city. Against his better judgement he does stay behind, thinking that this man can’t be underestimated. His thoughts are proven right when Yoongi looks across towards the forest and spots him. He is looking right at him, catching him off guard. 

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Who?” I turn my eyes away from the alley to look at Namjoon. He’s inspecting the books, frowning at the blood on them. This was the first time he came closest to any clue and it comes from a local bookworm?

“He is the only other person in town nobody knows."

"How is that supposed to help?!”

“They arrived at the same time, it might mean nothing but it can also mean everything."

He was right. She appeared out of nowhere and two months later, she was by his side. Nobody knew why nobody knew how. He heard she didn’t arrive alone but until now he had no clue who she arrived with. Was he her brother? Lover? Boss? Why was he not at the palace?

It has been four years since the King took the throne. Four years of bloodshed and tyranny. And yet there is a seemingly innocent girl at the centre of it. He needed to find Jeon Jungkook.

"I am surprised you don’t know him."

"What do you mean?"

Namjoon has a little smirk on his face now, he moves his head towards the market street, "He’s the one who punched Jin because of you?"

"It wasn’t because of me."

"You pushed him"

"I was merely walking by!”

“You pushed him” I sigh knowing this was a dead end. This meant I had to talk to Jin again. Finding him was not an issue, bearing with his narcissism, on the other hand, was a challenge. But still, he needed him.

He looked towards the butcher who had his eyes at whatever poor animal he was cutting, not paying attention at first glance but that was not quite the truth. He was ruthless and he was always aware of his surroundings. The other person with access to the palace.

He knew they called him Mang, an apparent nickname from his son who disappeared when Agust took the throne. His eyes fell on the cutting station behind him, full of dead neatly prepped fish for sale.

“I need to talk to Jin”. He states out loud.

“He’ll be down the lake, fishing."

"Hm.” I nod and turn back to watch the alley.

“Do you know where it leads?” I ask suddenly and feel a visible tension in Namjoons shoulders.

“Pair of books full of blood is not enough for that.” He states and leaves as fast as he appeared. I turned around to spot Namjoon but he was gone.

With my last look to the alley and the butcher, I turn around and head down to the lake.

xxxxxxxx

You knew he was watching you, he was always watching you, just like the King. They looked exactly the same but their eyes were different, as were their scars. You couldn’t wrap your head around it, but you had no time to do so.

Back of your light cape in the king’s colours bellowed behind you as you walked fast down the alley towards the door at the end. You pushed the key inside but nothing happened. This was your fourth try and the door would not budge, would not react. Nothing could open them. You had ten keys left. With a sight you turned back, nobody dared to follow you here. The alley was long and dark, even during daylight. “Make a wrong turn and you could stay hidden or lost forever in the dark paths that lead behind the whole city.” Those were the words King whispered to your ear when he dragged you behind the secrets of this small town in the middle of the night. His body constantly pushed against yours, tight grip on both your wrists. His smirk was always present as he led you through the dark, voice mocking you, “Do you remember the way, little girl?” You shake your head to dispel the memory.

You hid the door behind the King’s seal on the drape again. The heavy black and violet drapes hang over the whole section of the wall. Nobody really knew where they came from, but they looked as if they were here for centuries.

As you walk back you make a turn to the left, walking further away from the palace, allowing yourself to move about the city unseen. Almost.

You reach the tiniest section of the alley consumed by the complete darkness. You walk through the alley further until you reach stairs leading below the city. As you step through the dark corridor you cannot stop thinking of the pair of eyes watching you at the market. His hat may have hidden most of his face but you saw him. You always see him. What does he want? You can feel goosebumps on your skin forming as you think about the King and the mysterious man in the market. You shake your head again and keep walking, picking up your pace.

As you reach the end of the stairs you look at the heavy door hidden in complete darkness, only given away by slight purple light emitting from the lamp above them. You push the door open to reveal a huge study. The Royal archives were long forgotten by its people apart from one. You could make his silhouette at the far end behind the library.

“It didn’t work.” You say right away.

“Nobody said it would be easy, Y/N.” His deep voice says as he turns around. Curly hair falling over his dark eyes, hiding them from the world. Sometimes you wondered if he could see you at all.

“You said we had a chance Taehyung.”

“I said we had a possibility, girl.” He answers in an annoyed tone. You knew this place was strange, you knew it right away. The man clearly younger than you had a posture of a man that was much wiser and much older than you. You didn’t question it. Questioning people in underground corridors people didn’t know about was not a way to survive and so you cast your eyes down and apologize.

“These four keys were easy to get.” He continues and turns back to his table.

“These four keys were at the palace!” You cannot help but answer back. It was not easy.

“Yes, but the rest is with him and those close to him.”

“The ministers?” You ask, completely confused. Nobody was close to the King. There was only you and his General.  

This time Taehyung turns to you with a sad smile and shakes his head slightly. He takes the lamp from the table and beckons you to follow him.

The Royal archives in the city once served the whole Kingdom. They were vast and full of knowledge. He stopped at a dark shelf and took a book from the top of it. Old, rare, its prices immeasurable.

“You need Kim Namjoon.” He says lightly.

“The bookseller?” When Taehyung nods you look at him confused.

“Under no circumstances can King find out you were there, do you understand?” He asks with a voice stoic and firm. “Yes, Sir.” You cannot help but answer. Amused he puts his hand on top of your head, “Good girl” . He hands you the book and walks back to the table, not paying you any more attention. And you know, you will not hear his voice until you come back again.