Taehyung's POV

It was scary walking into the church where my coronation was taking place.

I hated how slow I had to walk but I think my family and staff felt pleased that I attended, even though I still plan on stirring trouble.

I was given a golden sovereign's orb to hold now as I sat in a fancy throne.

Followed by a golden sceptre.

"Please repeat after me," Someone began in front of me.

"My Coronation,"

"My coronation... Is not the symbol of a power and a splendour that are gone but a declaration of our hopes for the future, and for the years I may, by God's Grace and Mercy, be given to reign and serve you as your King." I said, into the microphone making the male's eyes open wide to the realization I know the entire speech off my heart.

"What's he doing?" I heard Jin in the distance snapping at likely my mother.

But my father responded so it was likely actually to my dad.

"I don't know. Speeding up being crowned. We need to slow down the ceremony." My father grumbled, making my heart pound faster.

I cannot afford for the ceremony to go slower.

"Double up guards at Jungkook's execution, tell them to hurry up, and make sure he dies. Not any hocus pocus shit." I heard my father snap to one of his closet security guards, utter annoyance showing in his voice.

"Continue." I said away from the microphone so the speaker could begin placing my crown on my head to get this over and done with.

He nodded, picking the crown off a red cushion that another male held.

"As he holds the holy properties, and is crowned in this holy place, I present to you..." He said aloud into the microphone.

I felt chills travelling down my spine as everyone read off the manuscript that every guest in the church was given upon arrival, "KING TAEHYUNG OF SOUTH KOREA!"

The heavy weighted crown was placed down onto my head and I beamed.

I just wish being King could last longer because it will soon be over for me if my plan succeeds.

I stood up and the entire room went silent, looking over me, their new King.

If I was corrupt, I'd love the way people were staring at me with pure importance and neediness.

Instead I felt uncomfortable.

Yet this would be an amazing memory for me to cherish into the future.

I sighed as guards, including Yoongi, led me slowly through the church.

I think my father made everyone walk slower than they needed to, just to stall me because Jungkook should be hung around now.

I just hope I won't be too late.

Jungkook should be capable of protecting himself.

But that would be if he actually got the weapon and I have no clue whether he did get it or not.

If he didn't or was not aware of the plan, anything could've happened to him right now.

But I will find out.

I climbed into a golden cart, lines of white horses to pull it for me as I was led up in the direction of the castle.

My secretary sat beside me as I waved to people as I went by.

Only in the distance my eyes landed on the execution hall.

"STOP THE CARRIAGE!" I yelled.

And thankfully it came to a halt.

My secretary looked stunned and confused by my actions.

"What's the matter, sire?" He asked me.

"I need to save my partner before he's killed." I replied.

His eyes twitched as he looked at me.

"I don't believe that would be a wise idea, sire." My secretary muttered through gritted teeth as he would be the only person to stop me currently.

"Well I don't have to listen to you so..." I began as I got out of the carriage.

However, a row of security guards stopped in my way.

I groaned as my secretary also got out of the carriage.

"Kim Taehyung, sire, please get back in the carriage." He pleaded.

"I order you all to move." I growled angrily.

Thankfully they did as they were told.

Because I am King.

I can do what I wish.

I don't need others to decide my fate, my options, and my future for me.

I just need to save the most handsome man that I've ever set my eyes on before it's too late...

Jungkook's POV

(AU - Mentions of rope and stuff in hanging sort of scene - can't say more because I don't want to ruin it but if it makes you feel uncomfortable or if you are suicidal and get triggered by thoughts of hanging yourself. Please don't read this part if you could be effected)

A noose was tightly fastened around my neck, ropes tying my wrists behind my back.

As I entered the execution hall, an old stench and musty smell wafted my senses.

An uneasy feeling bubbles in my stomach as I was led around the crowd of journalists and record keepers.

More guards filed inside the room as I overheard the King ordered for more guards present.

It may make the fight for my life way worse.

I presume it is because Taehyung has done something that revealed he may be trying to save me.

Such as revealing he knows the speech he needed to say to speed up the time.

Especially because I heard a guard run over to the execution staff to request that they speed up my execution.

I may be in a bit of trouble right now.

Some male began speaking into a microphone, saying my name, age and my felonies, likely for the press, obviously not mentioning the name of the person I apparently raped.

Yet he did mention that I raped a male which made the journalists gasp with disgust.

I rolled my eyes at it as another male led me over to the stand with a rope that hung in the centre.

I was placed over what looked like a trap door so that my body could be launched down.

I gulped feeling the rope be wrapped around my neck, the noose removed shortly after while the string around my wrists kept me in place over the trap door.

It felt tight and itchy around my neck as I took deep breaths.

I need to judge the moment to escape right but how do I know when they are likely to drop the wooden board that I stood on.

Do they speak to me first?

As the male that put the rope around my neck wandered away, my hands felt for the knife that was in the back of my belt.

I'd need to somehow cut the rope that bound my hands together.

I just hope the weapon Taehyung gave me is sharp and isn't blunt because it looks like your average cooking knife.

It was not a weapon, it was a utensil that normally wouldn't be used on rope, but on possibly vegetables, or even maybe meat that was already dead.

But I'd have to use it against alive fresh moving meat, and rope today.

A different male walked towards the leaver as I lifted the knife out of my belt, keeping it under my shirt for now.

"Any final words?" The male in the microphone asked me, looking behind him at me, waiting for me to speak.

My hands moved quickly on the rope, slashing it with a twist of my hand and thankfully it broke.

"Today will forever be known as the day that you almost captured and killed CAPTAIN JEON JUNGKOOK!"

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