"Does he know, I'm forsaken?
The original sinner
But soon you'll know
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me"

The Fruits - Paris Paloma
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Taehyung

"She's alive."

The words pour out of him like magma. Heated, and pyroclastic as they rained down onto the figure before him.

Words he wasn't supposed to say.

'Let him believe me dead. Let him think I am gone from this world.' Leila had only told him minutes before. And he had agreed because how could he not? When he was wed to the brightest of them all, with the a mind somehow hone sharper than his own.

But Taehyung could not. Not as that sensation of raw outrage blew its fiery vestiges into his lungs. His mind.

With every beat of his barely immortal heart, he had come to visit and follow the carefully laid out plan.

And when he arrived he had every intention to keep his promise. He set up a stool in front of the dungeon cell. The man had been separated a far distance from Lily. His sister.

My sister. Taehyung corrected himself contritely.

But when the man looked up, all dark eyes and white hair, Taehyung lost sight of everything. A face he no longer recognized surrounded by it's icy newness. Taking in every part of his best friend, his brother, that he could not contend with. The features of the Queen, creating a pump of fear in his chest that he had been manipulated to forget. And then the eyes of his father, the eyes they shared. Blood magic had been used to glamour the best of it, and herbs that had decorated his hair a dark color. Then, a faint shiny line of a scar right across his cheek, Another mystery that had recently come to light, once hidden.

He imagined Jimin slitting Leila's throat. Her last image of life being a friend that she could not recognize. And that fear that she must of felt, turned into a consuming hatred that left him breathless.

Jimin barely seemed to shift at his words. It had been a week since his confinement, and the man was somehow impervious to dirt. His clothes were finely pressed, his skin fair as ever. His white hair stood out even in the dim light, melted steel within fallen snow. Taehyung grimaced every time it gleamed. At the same time feeling a sweet, sorrowful relief that the Queen, that terrible woman, was not his own mother. For he did not have the bright marker of her lineage.

My brother. I have a sister. I have siblings.

I have family, alive.

The words felt like a banner of his loathing. Blood felt thinner than spun silk. Words that could have brought him joy, but now only promised suffering. Family.

How could I have missed this?

The advisor could not hide the blanch expression forming on his face. Nor the leaching of color from his extremities. He sat forward, his dark eyes like staring into the past.

Taehyung was trembling with concealed rage.

"She is?" His tone sounded relieved. Fucking relieved. As if this news was some sort of armistice between them.

A look Jimin had given him at every apology. A face Taehyung had looked forward to, when Jimin wasn't fighting the rest of the world. Just being vulnerable with him. Family. But to the prince, that friend did not exist anymore. He mourned his death long ago, over a long period of time. With every new suspicion, Taehyung chipped at the bond they had. Until the thread no longer existed.

Every last remnant of his restraint broke.

The ruler smiled, all fang filled grimace, "I didn't tell you that for your own sadistic comfort. So that you could somehow live with yourself after what you have done. I told you because killing Leila is just another thing you failed at in life. You couldn't even fucking do that right, and you had her incapacitated. No one was even there to stop you, and you couldn't fucking deliver."

That stricken look of remorse fell within a second. The void opened up, as Jimin's face blanked. His mouth contorted in an ugly snarl, and he strained against the fortified iron at his wrists. Gone is the actor. As Taehyung suspected, his pride would always outweigh any guilt he felt at hurting Leila. It is what allowed him to make that final wound across her neck.

Taehyung mocked him openly, leaning onto his knees, "I know. I'm being absolutely heartless with my old, dear friend. And to find out we have been blood all this time? What a dream." He flicked dirt into the cage with his foot, "But more of that later. We have so much to discuss that I barely know where to start. My dear, sweet Leila had warned me to not be cruel to you. To flatter you with words of our past and closeness, and to beckon upon our old relationship so that you give us information. But I knew that wouldn't work."

Jimin's expression remained stoic, but his chest started heaving at the realization. The little 'talk' the men had was not a sign of Taehyung's ignorance; it had been a warning. A final chance to turn back while he had been ahead.

It filled the prince with satisfaction. It was not lost on him that his friend had always thought himself to be more cunning. At the time, he didn't care. Now that fatal underestimation had served its purpose.

"No. I know you. Honesty is what makes you talk." Taehyung bit out easily, "But I don't want information. I have you all figured out."

"Do you now?" The silver haired man seethed, spitting onto the floor beside the cage. Playing at arrogance.

The prince felt nothing as he looked at his friend. Nothing. He let the 'numb' settle in, as Leila described to him. That empty feeling isn't the pit of his chest, so that he did not lash out in anger. He wanted to remain as level and as calm as possible, knowing it would hurt worse. If it hurt at all.

"You were raised feeling more important than you were treated. Being raised next to me did not help either. But as you grew, and your powers flourished, you believed yourself to be some prodigal fucking deity that deserved better than what he was dealt-"

Jimin growled, chains rattling, "I am the prodigy you imposter! I was abandoned by the King! His legitimate heir, and I was fucking cast to the side for you. An abomination in the eyes of the deities. He tried to kill me and Lily because we were a nuisance he couldn't fucking explain away. You knew-"

Taehyung did not care what Jimin believed. Would he even care that he had not a clue that they were switched? That only with Leila's dreams did they begin to piece together what had happened.

No, it did not matter.

He sighed heavily, scraping the stool closer to the cage.

"Let us not have a woe is me competition Jimin. Your mother forced me to watch the public joining of my parents and let me believe it was assault. I have been scarred from things that I saw as a child, that I was never supposed to see. Yes, our father claimed me, but he died thinking I hated him. And I lived believing him to be a monster that takes with force, and would rather his son be dead." Taehyung breathed in once, "All the memories I have of him are warped. Molded like clay by the Queen. All that I could have had with him was destroyed at every turn. So do not tell me of this imaginary life you conjured in order to justify your actions."

Jimin went still, his metal lined wrists resting on his knees. The man looked up, his jaw twitching. Taehyung bit back his smile.

Ah, the dickhead deity didn't tell you that, did they?

"Like mother like son." Taehyung folded his hands together, as he parried his greatest weapon. His tongue.

Watching the usually languid man fracture before his eyes.

Jimin's canines lengthened, his eyes growing darker than the shadows, "Fuck you. At least my mother was of royal blood. If everyone knew that you were a bastard, an illegitimate heir, you'd be dethroned immediately."

This is too easy.

"Ah, which brings me to dose you with your first ration of reality," Taehyung feigned forgetfulness, patting at his uniform. Sifting into his pocket, and taking out a browned piece of parchment. Another precaution he held onto, during his long conversation about strategy with Leila, "We searched in the library for the continuation of your mother's line. It turns out that there are no clear records, other than an old writing with her family last name, Dragan, and land ownership. For a farm." Taehyung leaned forward, "You're of no more royal blood than me. Brother. Our claim to the throne is equal. And because I am the first son-"

His old friend's eyes were wild as his teeth came gnashing near the gem-lined bars. His silver hair like a shock of insanity as he bore his vehemence, "Lies! All lies. That's all you've ever done."

I only told you the truth.

And it was all in vain.

Taehyung shrugged off accusation, slipping the old paper between the bars. He knew the man would look at later. "I do lie, when I wish to protect someone. You on the other hand...will hear every single truth that you deserve to. And I will feel no remorse for enlightening you, as you did before you slit Leila's throat." The man could not hide the emotion that swelled at the last of his words. He blinked the squall away, "So, what shall I reveal next?"

Jimin sniffed, turning his head to the side, "I will hear nothing of it." Taehyung watched his right hand carefully, wanting to nip it at the wrist. To take away with which he dared to harm someone he loved.

Jimin's love? It meant nothing. It meant disaster. It offered no comfort, or amnesty.

"Hmm," Taehyung paused, "What was it you told Leila? You have no choice."

"I will not believe you."

The man continued anyways, "We will start with what you know that is actually true. So yes, you, Lily, and I are all siblings. We share a father. Your mother is the Queen, my mother is Sorina. You are indeed a Dimidium, and you are a major player in this curse. A corner of the four which bring balance. There was an attempt on Lily's life, not yours. But we do not believe our father to be responsible." Taehyung eyed him carefully, watching his lack of expression, "Leila was indeed meant for you."

That perked the crest fallen advisor right up.

And if Taehyung could, he'd rip apart the bars and strangle the life out of his brother right then and there. He stared right into his eyes, onyx meeting obsidian.

"I wouldn't get too excited. As the deity told you, you were born on the day of the black sun. You are Leila's counterpart." The man paused, watching for any reaction, "The terrible part for you is that she's in love with me. Against the curse's pull, against the curse's desires, she chose me and will continue to."

The silver haired man flinched, his eyes closing. Lashed over and over again. As if hearing that she had denied the cord of fate between the pair hurt more than seeing her die. His fangs hit the round of his lip, and blood the color of shadow poured out of him.

Taehyung's jaw tightened in fury.

Yes. He had acted like a jealous beast watching Leila and Jimin, but it truly was not the only reason he intervened. While he would rather stab his own eyes than watch their physical involvement, he would have had to let it continue if Leila was into it

The prince knew something did not entirely feel right. Leila said yes and consented to all of their touching, but something felt wrong. Like she would feel a tug, and then as soon as she touched him something would be pulling her back to reality.

He knew now that it was Leila rejecting the pull of the curse.

"Ah, you won't even protest. Because you know that must be true." The man added into the silence.

The prisoner sat, seething in silence. His face graying to that of the stone floors.

Taehyung knew that once they delivered the truth, the gaps to which Jimin had been given, that the man was smart enough to know it was the truth. He simply could not deny it, that Leila had truly always chosen the prince instead of Jimin. That her emotions never ran deeper than friendship, despite what the deities willed. So he would refuse to speak. Dark blood fell from his mouth, as he bit onto his lip. Taehyung could not tell if his eyes were glassy from disappointment, or sadness. He did not care.

"You have not been speaking to Solis. You've been speaking to Nox. Your mother is of that bloodline." Taehyung's voice was barbed.

Jimin touched the side of his neck, staring into nothingness. Voice strong, still convinced of what the deceitful deity told him, "No."

The prince took note of how far his logic would stretch to prevent the death of his ego. Of his grandiose visions of revenge. Of how much he would deny in order to keep the dream of his greatness alive, "Your power is of the shadows. Not the sun."

That should be enough. His power could only come from being a descendent of the deity of night. We will never see light. Shadow is the absence of light, the darkness of the moon over the sun during the eclipse.

Taehyung had the power of light, gifted by Solis. Because his father named his as heir. He was the first born son. We will always see light.

"No." The word splintered, and finally Taehyung recognized something in his face for the first time in months.

Fear.

"Does the phrase nightfall mean anything to you?"

Silence.

"Our father had been born of the black sun, congruent to Sorina. We have assumed this was the same pattern which followed the first cycle, whoever was apart of it. But, as destiny would have it, Sorina became pregnant with me months before you were conceived. A King mated twice. A daughter of the moon made fertile with their uniting bite. Who could have even conjured the thought? The Queen somehow impregnated herself at a later date, allowing you and Lily could be born of the curse. So that Jae would finally pay attention to her. So that her children would take the throne, and continue her legacy. She believed that Sorina had stolen any bit of happiness she could have had, so she wished to take it from them."

Jimin shook his head, a feral laugh leaving his blood crested mouth. Torment clear in his eyes, "You said it yourself. I was born the day of the eclipse. According to the curse, whoever is born on that day is the one who kills Leila. The daughter of the moon. Who brings back light. You cannot take that from me again!" His eyes glisten, "You are no brother of mine. No matter how our blood spills, or who conceived us. I refuse to be tied to a man who takes what he is not owed. You are nothing, and you have everything! And you have always been too much of a weakling to do anything with it," The man coiled, ready to strike, "You have Leila. You have her, and yet you pushed her away for months instead of wiping clean anyone who dared protest it. You scurried around like a rat around the castle trying to find scraps about the curse, instead of calling upon the deities and making blood sacrifices. You knew of my wrongdoings and yet I am here, alive. I should be dead, you should have killed me for what I have done. Weak. That is all you are. It is all you ever will be. I am nothing like you." 

"I am his chosen heir. I am of Solis, and Lunaith. The joining of love from enemies. I am the bringer of the sun. If you were to have succeeded in killing Leila, it would be as if your mother had succeeded in killing mine." Taehyung offered him no reprieve, "The world would've fallen into endless night."

Slowly, Jimin's lips fell over his fangs. Then he laughed, a parched sound. Laughed and laughed, his head falling back. Black blood falling from his mouth and down his neck.

Maybe if there had been some truth to Jimin's delusions, this would have hurt less. Broken years of friendship for nothing. For a whim, and nothing more. Years they could've worked together. Years they could've created a new reign, with shared power.

Gone.

The prince spoke lowly through the man's hysterics, "You were lied to. Manipulated. Used. In order to do the bidding of Nox, and to eternally sway the balance of the world into night's favor. Because that is your blood right."

"No!" Jimin's eyes flashed, "Solis spoke to me. Blessed me to do his bidding over you. I was not speaking to Nox. I was not-" 

The advisor faltered, blinking rapidly. His sharp intake of breath the only sound. 

Pity formed within him in a moment of weakness. Because he could see it now, that the man with all of his darkness wished to be a hero. For a life of scheming, to be rewarded. To be told that he was good, whatever that truly meant to him. All Jimin's life as the prince had known him, the advisor cared little of morals and what was wrong or right. But he could see that self-hatred clearly, as if the man had chosen not to care because he felt like he was born evil. That he wished for the comfort of knowing that he was just as pure as the martyrdom he had condemned.

"It was supposed to be me." Jimin's voice cracked. The prince wasn't sure if the words were meant for him to hear. 

It was one thing Taehyung did not have the power to give him. He would not give him. 

"That is the thing, I am no more good than you. We are alike in a lot of ways brother. I've done things I'm not proud of. Done things others would consider immoral, or even evil. But one thing I know is fucking loyalty. I will always do what is necessary for the people I love." Taehyung swallowed his emotion, thinking of one single face, "I wear my weaknesses naked and bare on my sleeves. I hold them dear to me. That is how you knew to use Leila, instead of coming straight for me. So that I had no will left to fight, and you're right. If she was taken from this world, I would've went with her willingly."

All pity left him as Jimin refused to falter. 

Silver. Pooling silver. It coated his tongue, his heart, his hands. He held them out before him, knowing her blood had been washed away. But it would never leave him, that terror that she could have been taken from him. And he had practically given Jimin every moment he needed to accomplish the feat.

Taehyung sprung up from the stool, not registering as the wood fell over and crashed. He cared little of it. He seethed, breath labored as he stood above his sibling's cage. Sending as much venom as he could through the bars. Jimin looked up at him, eyes just as desolate. The prince needed to leave before he ended the boundless shadow within them, one that went unseeing of the years they had spent as true brothers. 

"Those who pretend they have no weaknesses, are the most likely to succumb to them. Because their hubris leads them to believe they have nothing, when they have everything left to lose." He let his gaze scorch Jimin, his voice full of bloodthirsty promise, "And by the will of Solis, I will take whatever it is left from you."

Jimin just turned his head, swallowing. Unable to meet his eyes. 

Taehyung remained above him, chest heaving as he willed himself to leave. Just leave. 

Because his friend no longer existed. This was a carcass. A shell of a soul he had lost. 

The man turned, needing to escape before he did something Leila would not approve of. And by the help of the gods, he did. One foot after another, further and further away from the man he had stolen of his glory. Of his delusions that almost killed Leila, that almost ended the life of the woman he loved. That almost plunged the world into dark without a chance of light ever again. 

He had made it to the bottom of the steps, before Jimin's ice-over-honey voice called to him. A specific timber that only know sent a shiver down his spine. A voice if raised by an octave, would sound just like the Queen's.

Blind. Is what he had been.

"Who do you believe tried to kill Lily and I?"

Cocking his head, he let out a small scoff. Out of everything he had revealed, that is all he wished to ask? 

"The Queen." The prince bit out through gritted teeth, "She more than likely found out that I was not truly her son. Maybe she realized her memories had been stolen, and somehow recovered the images. She only needed one heir." He breathed out, "And since we had no word that Leila had been born until we were of age seven, she probably believed Lily to be the next in line for the daughter of the moon. And so she used that rage on her own child, which she could not on Sorina. When that plan failed," Taehyung spared no amusement," She then decided to feign her love for me. Pretend to believe that I was her blood child. And torture me in other ways, in order to hurt Jae and Sorina all the same. She had Bianca train the two of you secretly. Believing that one day you would find out the truth of your birth, and enact revenge."

Taehyung did not turn to face the man, his friend no longer, his brother. And he genuinely laughed, as a pool of nausea waved over him, "Here we all were, believing we were changing fates course. Instead..."

Jimin finished for him, voice colored with sullen frailty, "We all just played into the hands of the people that came before us."

The prince continued his ascent, thinking little of what they had agreed upon. 

Taehyung had found the man's weakness. And he would use it to bring him as much pain as he brought upon Leila. 

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Aera

"Tell me again."

"Leila-"

"Again." 

The newly appointed Queen's word was final, as they all sat in Leila's room. 

Jeongguk shook his head, pacing by the door. Nervous for anyone else to get in.

Aera sat in a chair by the fire, watching the lights. Knowing that when it flickered eight times, she was to bring blood to Jimin and Lily. No one else could stomach seeing the prisoners. 

Setareh looked exasperated, and a little upset. But Leila had not stopped asking for the past hour. She wanted to hear how they plotted behind her back for months. She wanted to hear everything Lily had said, and agreed to.

Trying to find a reason for why she could hurt Leila.

And Aera knew, that every time the youngest Anvari recalled the story, it was like a spike to the woman's heart. Aera had enough of a heart left to know that telling Leila that Lily and Jimin were the most manipulative of creatures would offer no comfort. She needed friends, and they were there. There was no way to go back in time and changed what happened. 

That it did not matter why they did it. Just that they were willing to. 

Yet, Setareh started again, more shakily, "Months ago, Jimin's behavior began to change. Lily did not know why until-"

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. 

"I am off to go see our little vipers. Wish me luck and blessing." She lifted herself off of the comfort of the arm chair with grace. She simply could not hear Lily's abysmal reasonings for hurting people once again. 

Leila and Setareh remained talking, but they waved her off. Jeongguk nodded, letting her breeze past him.

Once she was in the hall she felt like she could breathe again. And it was a simple enough task to dose the blood she picked up from the storage rooms with an herb that weakened the pair. She smirked, knowing Lily was not the only one who had a way with healing and destroying. 

As she headed to the dungeons, her thoughts drifted. She had never liked the twins. She thought Lily to be too kind, and so blatantly unfeeling at the same time. It had been unsettling. She wouldn't even speak of her brother. But Aera had a feeling that one day they would fall from the grace they had been given by the King, by the prince. It was not a question of if, but when.

And finally it made sense as to why. When she threw the woman and held her hair under the bath, the mirage of sweetness fell away. Her brown eyes had been magic, their true color a pale violet. Her hair the color and opacity of snow. A faint scar ran from her eye to the apple of her cheek.

All of that warmth fell away, as she became a sickly version of the Queen before. Another person who she had despised.

And maybe she just hated many people. But it was beginning to make sense that all those she despised were but from the same cloth. 

Jimin. The faithful advisor. Taehyung's lap dog. Or ottoman would be more fitting.

Her nostrils flared as she made it to the top of the steps. She could barely hold back her contempt, and she hadn't even graced his presence yet. 

She hated him more than anything. The only man she had hated more than him was now dead. 

It had been a chilling gift, to be given a task by Taehyung only months before. A day that Aera would never have thought would come, considering the prince's sensitivity and blindness to those around him. Well, not to everyone, but especially to those pale little worms. 

Her descent down to the cold prison began. Every step a new memory. 

She watched the despicable man for months. Watching him excuse himself of his duties, and pass them onto others. Hiding at strange hours in his rooms. Saw that he would often send Lily to the garden at odd hours, and she often left with tears in her eyes. Honestly, no one could pick that many flowers for any reason. 

So she told Taehyung that they more than likely planned on poisoning Leila. She also told the prince that Jimin had feelings for Leila.

But she had watched them at the ball. Watched as the man had trailed his eyes and hands over a woman that was not his to have. Saw emotion flash across the man who had rarely experienced anything other than delight, debauchery, and mere annoyance. 

His feelings for Leila were real, but they were not stronger than his desire to hurt the prince.

As her feet hit the final step, she decided she would visit the Lily flower first. It was better to get the weepy one out of the way. 

She would make time for her second visit. A smile made it onto her face, as she thought of antagonizing the man as a way of repayment for this measly job. 

It was cold, too cold as she stepped before the cage in the back. Lily was huddled in a corner, and she could only see her because of her bright shock of hair and pale yellow hued skin. Her face was hidden by her knees, dirt crusted under her fingernails. 

Aera tapped the bars, caring little as it scraped her skin, "C'mon Princess Lily. Time to drink." 

Her head snapped up, pale violet meeting jade. Looking every bit of the phantom she seemed to be. Frightening. Aera shivered in disgust, as Lily made no moves to reach for the blood.

After a minute, the woman threw the packet at her feet. Still, she stared into nothingness. Her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. 

It did not matter to her whether she drank or not. It was her decision to starve. She pulled her hands from the bars, turning her back to the woman. 

"Please, tell Leila to come talk to me." A croaking voice called out, from none other than Lily.

Aera scoffed, turning at her full speed, "You are in no place to make demands of the woman who you stabbed in the back." 

She was surprised at her own vehemence, but after everything, she owed her life to Leila. The  woman deserved nothing but kindness, because that is all she offered Aera. Even after she had been a downright envious bitch to her in the beginning. She could not help but feel protective over her, after all they had become friend of a sort. And Setareh had told her of all that Leila endured as a child, as she recovered from the attempt on her life.

Kindred, they were. In that Aera had always been an outcast. Alone, unless to be bothered. To be forced. 

Lily's mouth trembled, and she wanted to reach through the bars and slap the expression off her face. Why was she the one crying?

"Please. I know I deserve nothing. I should not be given mercy. I hate myself more than anyone ever could," Aera raised a brow, and Lily boasted, "Believe me. I would end myself if I could. But I cannot. I have information only Leila can know."

Convenient. 

"What, so you can beg for your life? Use your friendship to get a lesser punishment?"

Lily shook her head, pleading as more tears began to run down her cheeks. An act that may have received an applause from any other person. But that is why she was sent to deal with them.

"Leila will only come if she wants to. And so far, she has no desire to see you ever again."

Aera turned, walking swiftly even as she heard Lily sob harder. 

My next meal. Her smile widened, and she couldn't help the slight prick of her fangs against her lower lip. 

She took little time. Stepping to the front of his cage, she slapped the blood down on the hard floor of his prison. 

Jimin sat in the center of the gem-lined cage. Surrounded by darkness, by the deep color of stone and onyx. The hottest part of a flame, he sat as still as a candle. His chin lifted haughtily, though little of his arrogant expression remained. 

His face was just as delicately carved as before, if not more finely tuned. Aera just wasn't sure if she would ever get used to the wave of silver hair that was brushed up and away off of his forehead. Cheeks hallowed and curved onto an oval face, meeting meddlesome lips. A sculpture made of ice, instead of stone. Which she had once deemed him to be.

"Is that not good enough for your Dimidium appetite?" She instigated, pressing closer to the cage.

His gaze lifted slowly from the floor. Finding her satin black heels, lifting, lifting over her scarlet skirts. The black jewel dusted bodice, along her pale chest and neck. All the way to her jade eyes. 

Aera's stomach tumbled. Her skin pricking with little bumps. Because something was different about the man. It was not his other worldy hair. It was not the impossible line of his jaw. It was not the scar that now appeared on his face, making him more rugged. He did little to respond to her quip, which he would have never ignored. 

She had stared into his eyes for years, planning vengeance. But they were not the almost black depths she knew.

His eyes are a shade too dark. 

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(A/N: Heyyyyy! I am back 

And so is the teaaaa that is the plot of Solace. 

I know a lot of you guys wanted to see Jimin's reaction, and this was the chapter that came from that! There was a bit more reveals in this chapter, so if you have any questions, let me know.

I like this chapter because you really get to see how similar yet different the two brother's are. And also how just confused Jimin is. How even Taehyung is confused, because he spoke of how much he hated the King growing up (because his memories were changed) but Jimin just thought him to be ungrateful for what he was given. That at least he "had time" with their dad. At least he was accepted.

Its just two veryyyyy different perspectives. Similar motives, similar morals. But very different ways of going about it. 

Do we think Jimin regrets hurting Leila? 

What do you think is his weakness as Taehyung claimed to have found? 

WTF is going on with Lily? 

But basically - Jimin's mom lied about being nobility. Therefore both men are equally of royal blood and therefore have "equal" claim to the throne. But Taehyung was born first and was the chosen heir, so technically he wouldn't be dethroned if Jimin revealed the truth to the court. 

Also HOW did Leila survive? HMM....