Y/n pov

Is life truly this hard?

Is happiness too far to find?

Am I destined only for pain,

As it steals my joy away?

I sat on the cool floor, resting my weak body against the cold stone wall behind me. I sighed and sighed again. The pain I felt was too much to bear. I had never in my life let anyone see my weak side, as I was always strong enough to bear everything. But not with him. He knew me better than I knew myself.

I watched him as he came closer, holding a wet cloth in his hands. His white shirt had the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest. His hair was delightfully messy, and his tanned honey skin glowed under the moonlight, making him look like a Greek god.

With a focused intensity, he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, knelt in front of me and began to clean my wounds with such care, making sure I didn't feel any discomfort.

An hour ago, I had sat on this man's lap, savoring the missed warmth that made me feel at peace.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" he asked softly.

I gave a faint smile and nodded in response, watching as he sighed in relief. The cold water enveloped my skin, a soothing balm for its dryness. I needed this refreshment not just for my body, but for my heart and mind as well. How much longer must I endure this torment?

Even though I know Taehyung will do everything to keep me safe, but I don't know, my mind is still a mess. I feel like I want to die sometimes. They’ve shattered my thoughts, but despite everything, I’m still strong enough to endure it all for him.

"I want to die," I whispered absentmindedly, more to myself than to him. But my whispered confession was not as quiet as I’d hoped.

He halted his movements, his gaze fixed on me. I turned away, unable to meet his eyes, the weight of my confession hanging heavily between us.

"What? Why?" he shouted, his voice a mixture of a shout and a whisper. His hot breath hit my cheek, making goosebumps appear on my skin. His hands trembled as they reached out to grasp my shoulders, his grip both firm.

He was breathing heavily, like he was on the verge of losing himself. I clenched my palms, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes.

"Look at me, Y/n," he demanded, his face still close to mine. Taking a deep breath, I turned my head toward him and opened my eyes, meeting his bloodshot gaze. The intensity in his eyes made me regret my words instantly.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung... I didn't mean to say it. But I'm so tired of this. I'm in so much pain. I ca—"

Before I could finish, he grabbed my neck and crashed his lips onto mine, the suddenness of his action leaving me breathless. His hands gripped me tightly as he pulled me closer, our chests colliding with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, filled with a raw, desperate passion that took my breath away.

His lips moved hungrily against mine, his veiny hand gripping my bare waist with a possessive hold. His tongue parted my lips, and I clung to his shirt, my fingers digging into the fabric as if holding on for dear life.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently but firmly, making me arch into him. One of his hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine before settling possessively on my hip. He pressed me against him, the heat of his body searing through my bare skin.

I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest, matching the storm of emotions inside him. His other hand moved up to hold my face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears on my cheeks. The kiss became fiercer, more urgent, as if he was trying to express everything he felt through our lips.

He kissed along my jawline and moved to my neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along my skin. His teeth grazed me before he began to suck gently, leaving a trail of love bites that made me moan softly. My hands found their way to his hair, tugging lightly as he marked me.

"Tae..." I whispered, my voice tinged with a soft moan.

He pressed his body against mine, pushing me gently but firmly against the wall. The heat between us intensified as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin , leaving marks that made me shiver.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me with a fervent need. His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as if he was afraid I might slip away.

His large palm caressed my bare thigh, moving slowly up and down, sending tingles through my entire body. He moved lower, his lips brushing over my collarbone and down to my shoulder.His kisses continued, lingering on the curve of my breast, his tongue tracing circles that made me shiver with anticipation. I could feel his breath quickening, mirroring my own as our hearts raced together.

I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. His lips found their way back to mine, capturing them in another passionate kiss that left me dizzy.

Finally , he pulled back breathing heavily and  press his forehead against mine, making me close my eyes.

"I-I',m sorry tae.." I cried and sobbed in his embrace, feeling his hands never leave my body, keeping me in his warmth.

"YOU CAN'T GIVE UP LIKE THIS Y/N. You have to be strong. I know my Y/n is a strong girl. Hold on a little bit longer. I’m here to save you," he whispered firmly, his thumbs brushing away the tears from my cheeks. His hands cradled my face gently,  I could only respond by crying harder, my sobs shaking my entire body.

"You’re my everything. Don’t ever say you want to die again," he added softly.

"Please be strong, love, for me and our baby."

I opened my eyes, looking at him in confusion. What? Our baby? I stared at him with teary eyes, and he gave me a small, boxy smile.

"O-our baby?" I stuttered, gulping as more tears rolled down my cheeks. He nodded, and a sob escaped my mouth.

"Yes, ours" He met my gaze with a warm, boxy smile that seemed to radiate both hope and reassurance. Gently, he took one of my trembling hands and placed it over my still-flat stomach. His eyes softened as he looked at me, his thumb brushing across the back of my hand.

I hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck, crying tears of joy. This time, my tears were for happiness. Happiness for the new life growing inside me. I was going to become a mother.

"You're going to be an amazing mother," he whispered, his voice full of warmth. I hugged him tightly, burying my face in his chest and feeling his strong arms wrap around me, giving me comfort and strength.

I slowly pulled back and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "And you," I said softly, my voice trembling, "are going to be the best father."

He gave a soft chuckle and nodded, but his expression quickly turned serious.

"Don’t you dare think like that again. I’ll take care of everything and get you out of here. All I want is for you to take care of yourself."

I nodded, feeling a deep surge of happiness but still weighed down by the uneasy situation. I knew I had to be stronger than ever.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I didn't mean to say it like that. But my mind is so stressed these days. I promise, I'll become stronger than ever for both of you."

He looked at me, his eyes softening. He smiled and nodded at my words, then leaned in to give me a gentle peck on the lips.

Taehyung took a deep breath and carefully started to tend to my wounds. His hands were gentle but firm as he cleaned each cut and put on the medicine. When he helped me get dressed, his touch was soft and careful, making sure I was comfortable. He took his time to make sure everything was done right.

He then sat beside me, holding a bowl of food. With a gentle smile, he fed me bite by bite, his eyes never leaving mine. Each bite of food came with kind words from him, showing how much he cared.

"Sleep tight, love," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. I nestled into his embrace, resting my head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was like a lullaby, soothing and rhythmic, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

As I closed my eyes, his arms around me felt like a shield, and I drifted into a deep slumber, enveloped in his love and protection.

Author pov

It's been a week since Taehyung and Y/n reunited. Every midnight, with Namjoon's support, Taehyung sneaks into the cell to ensure she's okay. He brings food and makes sure she takes her medicine. He can't afford any risks, especially now that she's pregnant.

He sat on the luxurious couch in his chamber, his fingertips rubbing his forehead in tension.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Namjoon asked, noticing Taehyung deep in thought.

'I want to die'

Her words kept echoing in Taehyung’s mind, He felt as though his soul had been ripped from his body. The pain in his heart was unbearable, his mind unraveling with fear. What if she did something to herself, trapped alone in that cell?

Taehyung paced back and forth, his hands clenched into fists. He couldn’t stand to see Y/n suffer in that filthy cell any longer. He had to find a way to get her out.

"We have to get her out of that hell as soon as possible." Taehyung growled clenching his fist.

Namjoon’s brow furrowed in concern.

"But where?"

After thinking for a while, an idea struck him, making him look up at Namjoon.

"The old cottage," Taehyung said, determination lacing his voice.

Namjoon’s brow furrowed, confusion clear in his eyes. He had never heard of such a place.

"What? A cottage? Where?"

Taehyung looked at him, surprised. "Don’t you know about the cottage near the palace? It’s in the garden, close to the forest. It belonged to my mother."

Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprise. He had been working at the palace for years and had never come across such a place.

"No, Your Majesty. I’ve never seen or heard of it." Taehyung chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in his smile.

"It’s a bit of a secret. The cottage is nestled in the forest, hidden away so that it’s not easily found. Only a few of us know about it Jin Hyung, my parents, Y/n, and myself."

Namjoon nodded slowly, taking in this new piece of information. Taehyung's expression softened as he reminisced.

"You know, I have so many memories in that place. It’s where I first confessed my feelings to Y/n and where we shared our first kiss." A warm smile spread across Taehyung's face as he recalled those cherished moments.

"It’s perfect for what we need. We can keep Y/n safe and comfortable there, away from the harshness of the cell." Namjoon nodded but looked at taehyung and furrowed.

"Your Majesty, are you sure they won't find her? How will they react when they discover she's no longer here?" Namjoon questioned, his voice tinged with concern.

Taehyung stood up from the couch and walked to the window. The sky glittered with stars, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight. He gazed up at them, lost in thought, before letting out a heavy sigh.

Nothing was as easy as they had hoped. One careless step could put Y/n's life in danger. It felt like they were walking a tightrope between life and death. This game was risky, but it didn’t mean they could act like cowards. Taehyung was determined to keep her safe and healthy. He knew he had to get her to the cottage somehow, to make her feel comfortable and reduce her stress.

"They'll search, but they won't find her anytime soon. Those brainless fools won't figure it out easily," Taehyung explained, his voice steady with confidence. "We have at least a few months to ensure her safety and comfort."

As he spoke, Taehyung turned away from the window, his gaze now fixed on Namjoon.

"Another issue is that they’ll assume she escaped. Especially Hana, she won't take the news lightly. She’ll start searching for anyone who might have helped her. So, we need to be very careful and smart." He paused, taking a deep breath before adding,

"As for me, I have to act surprised, like I had no idea she was here all along when I'm in front of Hana."

"Alright, Your Majesty, I'll prepare everything to ensure it's easy to get Her Highness out of here. We need to be ready by midnight tomorrow."Namjoon said, taking on more than half the responsibility.

Taehyung nodded, a slight smile of gratitude on his lips. "Thank you, Namjoon. I’m truly grateful to have someone like you by my side."

Namjoon shook his head and bowed. "No, Your Majesty. It's my duty to ensure her safety."

They continued discussing their next steps, knowing they had to be extremely careful. Once they got her out, every move they made had to be precise. Their plan was to keep Y/n safe, and with the entire kingdom now under Ulsan's control, their only option was the secluded cottage. It was the only place they could ensure her safety.

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I want to let you know that I am working on my 2nd book. You already know the name of the book.hehe 🤷‍♀️🤭

I'll upload the next chapter soon.✌️♥️

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