Taehyung pov

I kept glaring at Doyun as our swords clashed, the sharp sound of metal echoing in my ears. Each time his blade collided with mine, I could feel the vibrations running through my arms, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to back down. His ugly face twisted into a sneer, and I felt my blood boiling with rage.

I’m not going to go easy on him. After everything they’ve done to us, especially to Y/n and my dad, this is the day I take my revenge. He’ll pay for every dirty thing they’ve done, and he’ll know exactly who the real beast is.

"I’ll kill you just like I killed your father," he spat, his jaw clenched with fury.

His words made me smirk, but inside, my blood was raging like fire, desperate to spill his. Mercilessly.

"We’ll see about that. You won’t kill me that easily, you bastard," I growled, smirk still on my face. But I could feel the anger burning through my veins.

Doyun suddenly lifted his sword, aiming straight for my chest. I quickly blocked it, sparks flying as our swords hit. I swung my sword back at him, making him step back.

All around us, the battlefield was a mess—people were screaming, swords were crashing, and the ground was covered in blood. This wasn’t just a fight between us. This war would decide who would rule the kingdom, and I wasn’t going to let them win easily.

Doyun charged at me again, swinging his sword wildly. Our eyes met, both filled with anger.

I swung my sword as hard as I could, and our blades clashed again. My face was tense with rage, and I could feel it growing, ready to burst. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t holding back anymore.

As we fought, Doyun suddenly swung his sword and sliced across my arm. I let out a low groan, feeling the sharp sting of pain as blood started dripping down. But I didn’t care. The cut meant nothing to me.

The anger inside me grew, my vision blurring with rage. Without wasting a second, I attacked him like a wild, starving wolf. His eyes widened in shock.

"This stupid cut won’t make me weak, you moron!" I yelled, slashing his thigh with my sword. He growled in pain, stumbling back. Seizing the moment, I drove my sword into his other thigh, and his legs shook, barely able to hold him up.

"Who's the pathetic one now?" I growled, a smirk spreading across my face.

"I won’t give up," he hissed through the pain, trying to stand tall.

I let out a dark laugh. "Oh, you should’ve given up already," I mocked.

With one quick motion, I punched him hard in the face, his head snapping to the side. I didn’t stop. My fists landed blow after blow, his blood splattering across my knuckles. As I threw another punch, he managed to slash my stomach.

I gritted my teeth as a sharp pain shot through me, but I didn’t stop. Both of us were drenched in blood—his and mine—but I wasn’t ready to quit. Not until one of us was down.

"Come on, Doyun!" I shouted, stepping forward, my sword raised again. "Is that all you’ve got? After everything you’ve done, this is how you fight?"

Doyun swayed on his feet, barely able to hold his sword, but his eyes were still locked on me. "I’ll fight until my last breath," he growled.

"Then I’ll make sure that breath comes sooner than you think," I sneered, lunging forward, aiming for his chest, ready to end this once and for all.

But before I could land another blow, I heard a scream that made my blood run cold.

"JUNGKOOK!"

I turned quickly and saw Jimin running toward Jungkook, who was lying on the ground, blood pouring from his stomach as he groaned in pain. My eyes darted to one of Ulsan’s soldiers nearby, smirking as he held a knife. It hit me in an instant—Jungkook had taken the knife that was meant for me.

Rage flooded through me. Before I could react, Hoseok rushed in, cutting off the soldier’s neck and then stabbing him repeatedly without mercy, his face twisted in fury.

"Hoseok! Take Jungkook away from here and get him treated!" I ordered sharply, my heart pounding as I turned my attention back to Doyun, whose bloody face twisted into a smirk.

That smirk was all it took to snap me back into action. Without a second thought, I drove my sword straight into his chest. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, blood spilling around him. This Taehyung knows no mercy.

I crouched down beside him, my smirk never leaving my face as I gripped his jaw tightly, my nails digging into his skin, drawing blood. He hissed in pain, gasping for breath.

"Where is that old hag and your bitch sister?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. But he just glared at me, his face twisted with anger, refusing to speak.

"I-I’m n-not g-going t-to tell you," he choked out, coughing up blood, his body shaking.

I gritted my teeth in frustration, watching him cling to life. Pathetic.With a disappointed sigh, I glanced over my shoulder at Yoongi, who was locked in battle with more of Ulsan’s soldiers.

"Yoongi! Go find that old woman and her daughter. Don’t let them escape!" I shouted, my voice filled with authority.

Yoongi caught my eye, gave a quick nod, and immediately started cutting his way through the soldiers, determined to carry out my command.

Turning back to Doyun, I could see he was barely holding on. I leaned in closer, my grip tightening on his jaw. "You could’ve saved yourself a lot of pain, but now you’ll die a coward."

His eyes flickered, fear creeping in as he realized there was no escaping death. I let go of his jaw, watching him gasp one last breath before his body went still.

I stood up, wiping the blood from my sword, looking down at his lifeless body with a sense of satisfaction. "No one crosses me and survives."

With that, I stabbed Doyun again, this time directly in the chest. His eyes widened, and with a final gasp, his breath stopped. He was motionless. Finally, he was dead.

I sighed in relief, a smirk creeping onto my face as I stared down at his lifeless form. He deserved every bit of it.

My body felt heavy, and my vision blurred for a moment. The blood from my earlier wound was still flowing, soaking through my clothes. I was losing energy, but I forced myself to stay on my feet.

I couldn’t show weakness now. Not in the middle of all this chaos.

My eyes moved toward Namjoon, who was looking back at me with the same smirk. He had just killed the King of Ulsan, and that meant one thing: we had won the war.

But it wasn’t over yet.

My grip on my sword tightened, even though my arms felt weak. The pain in my stomach from the cut burned with every movement, and I could feel the blood dripping down, soaking the ground beneath me. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to stop until every last Ulsan soldier was dead.

I glanced around at the battlefield, still filled with Ulsan soldiers fighting our men. "We’re not done here," I said, my voice cold and determined. "Every last one of them has to go. I don’t want any trace of Ulsan filth left in our kingdom."

Jimin’s eyes flicked to me, noticing the blood dripping from my wound. "Taehyung, you need to rest," he called out, cutting through another soldier.

I shook my head, gritting my teeth. "No time for that. We finish this today!"

Namjoon nodded, his eyes sharp. "We’ll clean this mess up today. No one gets out alive."

I wiped the blood from my sword and walked toward the remaining soldiers, my heart pounding with adrenaline. "Finish them off!" I shouted to our men, my voice echoing across the battlefield.

The sound of swords clashing and the cries of battle filled the air again. I didn’t hesitate, charging toward the nearest Ulsan soldier. He swung at me, but I blocked his attack with ease and slashed his chest, watching him fall to the ground.

As I fought, I knew one thing: we were going to wipe them all out. Only then could we live in peace.
Namjoon joined me, cutting down soldiers left and right. "Today, we end this for good," he said, his voice low but filled with determination.

"We fight for our kingdom, for our people," I replied, my eyes locked on the next target. We weren’t stopping until every last Ulsan soldier was gone

Author pov

Y/n gazed at their newborn son, her heart overflowing with love and warmth. After enduring so much pain, she had finally brought their precious boy into the world. His tiny fingers wrapped around her thumb, and she felt a wave of pure joy wash over her. But despite the happiness, her heart ached with a heavy mix of emotions.

Her thoughts couldn’t escape Taehyung. Where was he? Was he safe? The battlefield seemed a world away, but she could still feel the distance between them like a sharp ache in her chest. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I wish you were here, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. She needed him. She wanted to see his face light up when he saw their son, to witness the awe and pride in his eyes. This was supposed to be their moment , a moment of love, of family ,but Taehyung wasn’t with them.

Her heart squeezed painfully. The longing to share this joy with him felt overwhelming. Her fingers gently stroked their son’s soft hair, but her mind kept drifting back to Taehyung. Was he hurt? Was he even alive? She felt her chest tighten at the thought, and a tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another.

The baby, sleeping soundly after breastfeeding, didn’t stir. He was so peaceful, so innocent, completely unaware of the world’s chaos. He looked just like Taehyung.

A small, tearful smile tugged at her lips as she wiped her eyes. "You look just like your appa," she whispered, tracing his tiny nose. "My sweet boy, he’ll be so proud when he sees you."

She paused, her voice trembling as she fought to stay strong. "Your appa will come back to us," she promised, even though her heart was full of doubt. "He has to. He needs to see you, to hold you. He needs to know how perfect you are."

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her son’s forehead, her tears mingling with her smile. "My sweetheart," she whispered, her lips brushing against his soft skin. "Your appa will be home soon. He’ll come back and hold you in his arms, just like I am now."

As she rocked him gently, Y/n closed her eyes, silently praying for Taehyung’s safety. She didn’t need riches, kingdoms, or victories. All she wanted was for Taehyung to walk through that door and see their son for the first time. That was all she needed to feel whole.

With a deep breath, she looked down at her baby once more, her heart bursting with love despite the tears still falling. "We’ll wait for him together, won’t we?" she whispered, her voice soft as a lullaby. "He’ll come back to us, I know he will."

"Y/n, you need to eat and rest," Harin’s soft voice broke the silence as she entered the room with a tray of food. She placed it gently on the bedside table, her eyes filled with concern. After Taehyung had left, Jin had asked Harin to stay by Y/n’s side, and she had been an incredible help. But nothing could truly ease Y/n’s heart.

Y/n shook her head, her voice barely a whisper as she looked down at her newborn son. "I’m not hungry, Harin... I’m scared for Taehyung. What if—what if something’s happened to him?" Her voice cracked, the weight of her fears pressing down on her chest. She could barely hold back the tears that threatened to spill over again.

Harin sighed, setting the tray aside and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. She gently took Y/n’s hand, her touch warm and comforting. "Y/n, don’t stress yourself too much," she said softly, her voice filled with reassurance.

"Taehyung is strong. He’s not alone out there. There are people fighting by his side. He’s going to come back to you, I know it. But you need to take care of yourself, for him and for your son."

Harin took a spoonful of food and held it up to Y/n, her expression gentle but firm. "Come on, you need your strength. You need to eat," she said, offering a small smile.

Without a word, Y/n opened her mouth and took the food, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Her mind was with Taehyung—wondering where he was, if he was hurt, if he would ever see their son. Her heart ached with every bite, but she swallowed, trying to hold herself together.

"Have you thought of a name for this little one?" Harin asked, her eyes flicking toward the baby boy, who was sleeping so peacefully on his mother's arms.

Y/n’s lip quivered, and she shook her head, her heart heavy with longing. "Taehyung said he would choose the name," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "But now… look, he’s not even here with us."

Harin’s heart softened at the sight of Y/n’s sadness. She reached out and gently squeezed Y/n’s hand. "He’ll come back," she whispered with certainty. "I know he will. And when he does, he’ll be the one to name your son, just like he promised."

Y/n nodded weakly, her heart aching as she looked at her son again. "I want him to be here for this… to see him, to hold him. I want us to be a family. But I’m so scared, Harin… what if he doesn’t come back?"

Harin leaned in closer, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "He will come back, Y/n. He loves you both too much. Just have faith, okay? Hold on to that."

As Harin continued to feed her, Y/n’s heart slowly found a small bit of comfort in her words.

Suddenly, the room’s door creaked open, a sound so soft yet startling in the stillness. Y/n and Harin turned their heads in unison, their hearts pounding in their chests. But what they saw made their eyes widen, and gasps slipped from their lips.

Taehyung… he was finally here.

But he wasn’t standing tall as she had imagined. Instead, he leaned heavily on Jin for support, his entire body covered in blood. His once proud battle attire was torn and soaked in crimson, deep cuts and wounds visible across his skin. Yet, despite the agony clearly etched on his face, Taehyung’s eyes were fixed on one thing—their son, cradled in Y/n’s arms, sleeping peacefully.

For Taehyung, the moment felt like he had stepped into paradise. The brutal war, the endless fighting, all of it melted away the instant he laid eyes on his son. His lips curved into a smile, soft yet wild, like a man who had just survived hell only to find his heaven. He was in pain, but none of it mattered now. His eyes shimmered with emotion—relief, love, and overwhelming joy.

"Y/n…" he whispered, his voice rough and full of emotion. Every step he took was filled with the excitement of finally seeing his family, his son, and the love of his life.

Harin, sensing the depth of the moment, stood quietly, giving Y/n’s hand a gentle squeeze. "I’ll leave you two alone," she whispered, her voice soft, filled with understanding. She looked to Jin, and without a word, Jin nodded, carefully guiding Taehyung closer to Y/n before stepping back with Harin.

The door closed softly behind them, leaving only the three of them in the room—Taehyung, Y/n, and their son.

Taehyung, still smiling even though he was in pain, knelt beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the small face of their baby. His hands, shaking from tiredness, reached out gently, his fingers lightly touching the baby’s soft cheek. "My baby " Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking as his feelings took over.

Y/n, tears already gathering in her eyes, watched as her husband’s eyes filled with love and awe. "He’s been waiting for you," she whispered.

"We both have."

Taehyung nodded, his eyes still focused on their son. He leaned in and gently kissed the baby’s forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment, as if finding strength in the little life they had made together. Then, he softly held Y/n’s cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"I’m here now," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry it took so long… but I’m here, Y/n. For both of you."

Y/n smiled through her tears, her heart full as she whispered, "Go ahead, Taehyung. Hold your son."

With trembling hands, Taehyung gently lifted the baby from Y/n’s arms, cradling him as though he was the most fragile thing in the world. His smile was shaky, tears glistening in his eyes as he looked down at the tiny boy who looked so much like him.

For a moment, all the pain, the blood, and the battles faded away. This was everything. The war outside no longer mattered—this was his peace, his victory.

As he held their son, Taehyung’s gaze softened even more, and he whispered with a voice full of love and pride, "Tae-han." He looked up at Y/n, his eyes shining.

"His name will be Taehan." The name rolled off his tongue with a sense of pride and purpose.

"Taehan," she echoed softly, as if testing how it felt on her lips. She smiled, nodding through her tears. "It’s perfect."

"He’ll carry both of us in him, Y/n, our strength, our love. He’ll know he was born of a love that endured everything."

"He will grow strong, just like his name," he whispered, filled with hope for the future. He kissed Taehan’s forehead again, his voice barely audible.

Her heart swelled with emotion, and for a moment, the world felt right again.

But Y/n’s gaze drifted from the peaceful face of their son to Taehyung’s body, and her heart clenched with pain. She could see the blood-soaked fabric of his clothes, the deep cuts that crisscrossed his skin, and the way he swayed slightly from exhaustion. The love of her life had endured so much, and it tore at her soul to see him in such a state.

"T-Tae…You need to rest. Please… please take care of your wounds. I can’t bear to see you like this," she whispered, her voice breaking as she turned her head away, unable to look at the blood any longer. She couldn’t stand the sight of him suffering, not like this.

Taehyung let out a soft sigh, his eyes softening as he watched her. He understood her pain, understood the worry that clung to every word she spoke. Gently, he bent down and placed their son back into her arms, the tiny bundle of warmth that had given him strength through every battle.

"I’m fine, love," he said softly, his voice gentle. But Y/n could hear the lie in his words. He tried to smile at her, but she could see the truth in his eyes—a truth full of pain and tiredness that no smile could hide.

"No… you’re not," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She looked up at him, her gaze pleading. "Your eyes tell me something else. Please, Tae… for me. Go and rest. I need you to be okay. Our son needs you to be okay," her voice cracked as she spoke.

Taehyung nodded slowly, feeling the love and worry in her words. He kept smiling, but his eyes showed how tired he was. He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently, promising without words that he would return. Then he kissed their son’s forehead.

"I’ll be back soon," he whispered.

With that, he turned to leave, but the moment he took a step, his body gave out beneath him.

With a loud, gut-wrenching thud, Taehyung collapsed to the floor.

"TAEHYUNG." Y/n’s scream echoed through the room, her voice filled with terror as she watched him fall. Her heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and her body froze in place, helpless as she watched the man she loved, the father of her child, lay motionless on the ground.

In an instant, Jin burst into the room, his face pale as he rushed to Taehyung’s side. He knelt down, his hands quickly reaching to check on his brother. "Taehyung!" he called, his voice urgent, but Taehyung didn’t respond.

Without thinking, Jin picked him up in his arms, his face filled with worry. He glanced at Y/n, who sat on the bed with tears running down her cheeks, holding their son tightly to her chest. She felt like her whole world was falling apart, and the fear of losing Taehyung squeezed her heart.

"I’ll take care of him," Jin said strongly, his eyes full of determination. "Don’t worry, Y/n. He’ll be alright."

With that, Jin carried Taehyung out of the room, leaving Y/n behind, feeling utterly helpless. Her chest heaved with sobs as she held their son closer, her tears falling onto the baby’s blanket. All she could do was pray—pray that the man she loved would survive this, pray that their family would be whole again.

"Please… please be okay, Taehyung," she whispered through her tears, her heart aching with every breath. She needed him, now more than ever.

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Hold on, hold on! You don't have to panic. Your prince charming will be alright. Just trust me. 😌🧘‍♂️

Just a quick reminder, not to forget to look out for my second book.hehe 🤗♥️✨️

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