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The wind carried the scent of burnt wood and blood, a memory Jaemin could never erase. He had been thirteen when the war came, ripping him from his family’s embrace, tearing apart the only world he had known. He didn’t know if his parents were alive or dead—only that he had been forced to run, to survive. The weight of that uncertainty settled deep in his chest, a silent ache that never truly faded.The kingdom he wandered into was foreign, its language strange on his tongue. Hunger and exhaustion had nearly consumed him, and the streets of the capital were merciless to an unclaimed, unguarded omega. Predatory alphas lurked in the alleyways, their eyes filled with greed and hunger. He was too young to understand their intentions, but he knew fear, knew the way danger smelled, the way it clawed at his throat and left him breathless.It was Yoona who saved him.She was a beta woman, a brothel worker who found him half-starved in the marketplace. She had taken him in, given him food, clothed him, and protected him in a world that would have swallowed him whole. The brothel’s mistress, seeing the beauty he would one day become, had agreed to keep him—not as a worker, not yet, but as an investment.Jaemin grew up behind silk-draped walls, in a house filled with laughter and misery alike. From thirteen to seventeen, he learned the ways of the brothel, though he never worked like the others. Instead, he ran errands, learned to pour wine with steady hands, helped dress the courtesans in their finery. He became their little treasure, the boy with bright eyes and a soft voice, untouched yet adored.But he never stopped searching.Late at night, when the brothel quieted and the women whispered secrets between candlelight, Jaemin would listen for news of refugees, of missing families, of villages that had been destroyed or spared. Every rumor was a thread of hope, fragile yet unbroken. He had nothing of his past except the memories of his mother’s lullabies, his father’s laughter, the warmth of a home that was no longer his.And then came the night that changed everything.The brothel was filled with whispers of the crown prince’s arrival. Prince Mark, the future king, and his most trusted right hand, Lord Lee Jeno. They were the kingdom’s most powerful alphas, rulers of everything Jaemin had ever known. He had never seen them before, only heard of them in hushed tones. Mark, the golden prince, revered and untouchable. Jeno, his shadow, his sword, feared as much as he was respected.Jaemin had been taught to stay away from powerful men, to keep his head low, to be unseen. And yet, when he was called to serve that night, fate had other plans.He felt the weight of eyes on him before he even turned.Prince Mark was watching him. There was something possessive in his gaze, something final. Jaemin’s breath hitched, instincts screaming that his life was about to change.And then the prince spoke, his voice rich with authority. “I want him.”The brothel mistress beamed, eager to please. Jaemin had no say in it—not in the deal that was struck, not in the decision that sealed his fate.The palace was his new home. His body would belong to the prince.But Jaemin didn’t know that his heart would betray him first.---When he arrived at the palace, the concubine staff received him in hushed reverence. It was overwhelming—grand halls, silk robes, a world of luxury he had never imagined. Yet, beneath it all, he felt the weight of something heavy, something suffocating.Before he was taken to his chambers, he met Yoona again.She was no longer just the woman who had saved him. She was the head of the concubine management, the one who would prepare him for his new role. Her gaze was unreadable as she studied him, as if trying to see the boy she had once saved.“You don’t have to be afraid,” she said quietly. “But you do have to survive.”Jaemin nodded, even as fear curled inside him.And then, later that night, he met him.Lee Jeno.Their first meeting was not gentle.Jeno was everything the rumors had said—tall, powerful, with sharp eyes that saw through him. He had been sent by the prince, and Jaemin knew what that meant.But when their eyes met, something shifted. Something Jaemin couldn’t name.His heart, so used to longing, skipped a beat.And for the first time since he had been taken from his home, Jaemin felt the stirrings of something more dangerous than fear.Desire.Or perhaps, something worse.Fate.
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The halls of the palace had never felt like home to Jeno, yet he had long accepted his place within them. As a child, he had learned that survival came at a cost. The weight of his parents' betrayal still clung to him like an invisible chain, a reminder that his existence was only permitted by the mercy of Crown Prince Mark. That mercy, however, had never been free. Jeno had vowed his life to the prince, swearing loyalty not just in words but in action, in blood, in unwavering devotion.His parents had once stood among the most trusted advisors of the previous king, their influence undeniable. But greed and ambition had poisoned their loyalty, leading them to conspire with foreign powers in an attempt to overthrow the throne. When their treachery was uncovered, the punishment had been swift—execution, the complete erasure of their legacy. Jeno, still a boy at the time, had been spared only by Mark's intervention. The prince had pulled him from the wreckage of his ruined family, offering him not kindness but a purpose: to serve, to fight, to become a weapon that would never betray him.Jeno had become Mark’s shadow, his sword and shield. He excelled in combat, in strategy, and in politics, a force to be reckoned with in the court. Ruthless when required, calculated in his every move, he had ensured that no one could challenge the prince’s path to the throne. He had grown accustomed to the expectations placed upon him, had steeled himself against weakness. And yet, weakness had a way of creeping in when least expected.The first time Jeno heard of Na Jaemin, it was nothing more than a passing remark from Mark. The prince had spoken of a beautiful omega from the brothel, one he had chosen to take as a concubine. Jeno had paid little attention. It was not unusual for Mark to indulge, and Jeno saw no reason to be concerned. Yet when the day arrived for Jaemin to be brought to the palace, something within him shifted.Jeno watched from the shadows as the omega arrived, escorted through the grand palace gates. There was something delicate about him, a quiet hesitance in his movements. He did not carry himself like a courtesan used to luring alphas with practiced grace. Instead, he looked lost, as though he had wandered into a world he did not belong to.And then there was his scent—soft, sweet, and yet laced with something unfamiliar. Not the artificial perfumes Jeno had encountered before, but something more natural, something untouched. His wolf bristled, instincts sharpened as the omega’s presence settled into the space around him. It was intoxicating, stirring something deep within him that he refused to acknowledge.Their first meeting was not planned. Jeno had only intended to observe, to assess the one who had so quickly captured Mark’s interest. He found Jaemin in the concubine quarters, staring out at the palace gardens with a wistfulness Jeno could not place.“You are Na Jaemin.”The omega turned at the sound of his voice, eyes wide. Jeno was used to people shrinking beneath his gaze, but Jaemin merely studied him with open curiosity.“Yes, my lord,” Jaemin replied, his voice soft.Jeno took a step closer, his presence looming. “Do you understand your place here?”Jaemin’s expression faltered slightly. “I… I am to serve His Highness.”Jeno narrowed his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. He found none. The boy was sincere, but there was an innocence in his words that unsettled him. He was untouched, unknowing of the realities that awaited him.“You are here at the prince’s request,” Jeno said, his voice measured. “Do not mistake that for freedom.”Jaemin lowered his gaze, hands tightening at his sides. “I understand.”Jeno should have left then. There was no reason for him to linger. And yet, he did. He watched as Jaemin looked away, as his fingers curled against the fabric of his robes. There was a sadness there, an ache that mirrored something Jeno had buried long ago. It made him uneasy.“You are afraid.” The words left Jeno’s lips before he could stop them.Jaemin looked up, surprised. “Should I not be?”Jeno did not answer. His alpha instincts, ones he had long mastered, pulled at him in ways they shouldn’t. He turned on his heel and left without another word, his mind unsettled in a way he did not care to acknowledge.That night, when Mark spoke of his new concubine with satisfaction, Jeno said nothing. But something told him that Na Jaemin would not be so easily forgotten.And that thought alone was dangerous.
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Jaemin lay awake in his chamber, his thoughts an unrelenting storm. The weight of the day pressed down on him—the grand palace, the unfamiliar halls, and most of all, the enigmatic presence of Lee Jeno. Their encounter had been brief, but it lingered in his mind like a whisper he could not shake. The way Jeno had looked at him, the cold intensity of his eyes—it unsettled Jaemin in ways he did not understand.He turned onto his side, the silken sheets beneath him feeling foreign. The brothel had never offered such luxury, yet it had been home, in a way the palace could never be. At least there, he had known what to expect. Here, everything felt unpredictable.His first meeting with the crown prince loomed over him. Mark, the one who had chosen him, who would soon claim him. Jaemin swallowed hard. He knew what was expected of him, yet he could not will his body to feel at ease. The idea of belonging to an alpha, of surrendering, left a bitter taste in his mouth.As dawn broke, a soft knock echoed in his chamber. Jaemin barely had time to sit up before the doors opened, revealing two young women entering with practiced ease. One, an omega with warm eyes and a bright smile, was Minjeong. The other, a composed beta with sharp features, was Aeri.Minjeong beamed at him as she set down a tray. "Good morning, Jaemin! Did you sleep well?"Jaemin hesitated before offering a small nod. "I... I tried."Aeri chuckled. "New concubines never sleep well on their first night. It’s a lot to take in."Minjeong plopped onto a cushion beside him, eyes alight with curiosity. "Where are you from? Your accent isn’t from the capital."Jaemin hesitated. "I… I was born far from here. I came from the south."Minjeong nodded knowingly. "You must have had a hard journey. But don’t worry! You’ll get used to palace life soon. We’re here to help!"Aeri, sensing his unease, smoothly changed the subject. "And we’ll be preparing you for tonight. The prince has summoned you."Jaemin’s stomach clenched. He had known this moment was coming, but hearing it spoken aloud made it all the more real.Minjeong leaned closer, lowering her voice. "You must be nervous. Everyone says His Highness is quite… vigorous."Jaemin looked at her in confusion. "Vigorous?"Aeri smirked. "She means he has a reputation."Minjeong giggled. "Ahem. A reputation for being... experienced. You’re lucky, Jaemin. The prince is handsome, wealthy, and soon to be king! You won’t find a better alpha."Jaemin forced a smile. It wasn’t about appearances or status for him. He wasn’t here by choice.Aeri folded the final silk robe. "And there’s his right-hand man, Lord Jeno. The two are inseparable. Some say Jeno is the true power behind the throne."Jaemin stiffened at the name, memories of their encounter rushing back.Minjeong sighed dreamily. "Lord Jeno is intense, isn’t he? He barely speaks, but when he does—gods, that voice. He could command anyone."Aeri smirked. "He doesn’t take concubines. Too loyal to the prince. But you know... his family has quite the history."Jaemin perked up slightly. "History?"Minjeong’s voice dropped conspiratorially. "It’s a rumor, but they say Jeno’s parents betrayed the last king. Something about aiding a failed rebellion. His entire bloodline should have been wiped out. But Prince Mark saved him. That’s why Jeno is so loyal to him now."Aeri nodded. "And you should see how Jeno looks at Mark—pure devotion. Some say he serves the crown, but in truth, he serves only Mark."Jaemin swallowed, the weight of their words settling deep within him. He had sensed that intensity in Jeno’s gaze.Minjeong continued. "Oh, and let’s not forget Renjun. The prince’s favorite concubine."Jaemin frowned. "Favorite?"Aeri smirked. "He holds more power than any other concubine. He’s the only one who can speak freely to the prince. They say Mark dotes on him."Jaemin’s heart clenched. If he could become Mark’s favorite, he might have a chance. A chance to ask for his lost family, to use his position to find them. He clenched his fists, determination settling in his chest.---That evening, Jaemin was led to the prince’s chamber.The room was grand, decorated in deep reds and golds, a place meant for indulgence. Mark stood near the window, his posture relaxed yet commanding.Jaemin bowed. "Your Highness."Mark turned, a lazy smile on his lips. "So, you’re the one I chose. Come closer."Jaemin obeyed, stepping forward with careful grace.Mark studied him, eyes roaming over his form. "They weren’t exaggerating. You are beautiful."Jaemin lowered his gaze, unsure of how to respond.Mark reached out, tilting Jaemin’s chin up. "Nervous?"Jaemin swallowed. "A little."Mark chuckled. "You’ll grow used to me."He leaned in, lips brushing against Jaemin’s. The touch was warm, practiced—yet Jaemin couldn’t suppress the instinctive stiffness in his body.Mark pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing. "You’re trembling."Jaemin opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him.Mark sighed, his grip firming on Jaemin’s chin. "Are you a virgin?"Jaemin nodded hesitantly. "Yes, Your Highness."Mark exhaled, his eyes darkening. "That explains it."He tried again, softer this time, pressing his lips to Jaemin’s jaw, then trailing lower to his throat. Jaemin’s heart pounded. He wanted to relax, to comply, but his body refused. His omega instincts screamed submission, yet his mind resisted.Mark pulled back fully, looking at him with an unreadable expression. "It’s not enjoyable if you’re this tense. We’ll try again another time."Relief and shame flooded Jaemin in equal measure.Mark waved a hand dismissively. "Go. Get some rest. Next time, I expect better."Jaemin bowed and quickly left, his heart pounding. As he stepped into the corridor, a cold realization settled over him.He did not belong here.And yet, there was no escape.
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Jeno stood in the dimly lit corridor, watching as the royal guards took their positions outside the Crown Prince’s private chamber. He had always been accustomed to Mark’s affairs, the ever-revolving door of concubines who sought favor in his bed. It was nothing new. And yet, tonight was different.Tonight, the boy behind those doors was not just any concubine. He was someone who unsettled Jeno in a way he couldn’t quite place.Jaemin.Jeno turned away from the sight of the doors closing behind Jaemin, suppressing the bitter taste on his tongue. It was irrational, this feeling. It was unlike him. He was not the kind of man to dwell on something so trivial. And yet, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he walked away.He did not return to his own quarters immediately. Instead, his feet carried him to the east wing, where another concubine’s chambers lay. The corridors here were lined with warm lanterns, casting long shadows against the wooden panels. The scent of floral incense clung to the air—Renjun’s scent.As expected, Renjun was waiting. Draped in rich silk, reclining against embroidered cushions, he was the very picture of indulgence. He glanced up when Jeno entered, a knowing smirk playing on his lips."You look troubled," Renjun remarked, swirling a cup of wine in his delicate hands. "Something on your mind?"Jeno exhaled through his nose, walking further into the room. "Mark sent for Jaemin tonight."Renjun laughed lightly. "Of course he did. Did you think he wouldn’t? He’s been waiting for this moment."Jeno didn’t respond. He had no reason to be here, no reason to seek out Renjun of all people. And yet, he knew why he came—because Renjun understood court life better than anyone. He had been in the palace longer, had been Mark’s favored concubine for years now. If anyone could confirm Jeno’s unease, it was him.Renjun set his cup down and stood up. "Jaemin is a curiosity, isn’t he? A delicate little thing with that tragic past…" He tilted his head, watching Jeno carefully. "You seem unusually interested in him."Jeno scoffed. "I have no interest in him. My concern is for the prince."Renjun smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. "Of course. You see, I am still His Highness’s favorite. I have no intention of losing that position." He studied Jeno carefully. "Do you think Jaemin will survive this palace, Lord Jeno?"Jeno remained silent. Renjun was perceptive, too perceptive.Renjun let out a soft hum. "If he is weak, he will be crushed. If he is strong… he will be used." He took a step back, his smile unfaltering. "Perhaps I should give him some advice. He’ll need it if he wishes to survive."Jeno watched as Renjun disappeared into the halls, his words lingering in the air.The next morning, Jeno was summoned to the Crown Prince’s private hall. Jeno inhaled sharply before stepping forward. The guards bowed low as they opened the doors, and he strode inside, finding Mark seated on a cushioned chair near the balcony, a golden goblet in his hand. The scent of expensive wine mixed with the crisp morning air, but Jeno could see past the relaxed posture—Mark was deep in thought.“You called for me, Your Highness?” Jeno said, bowing his head slightly.Mark’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was an edge to it. “Since when do you use titles with me?”Jeno didn’t answer, merely taking his usual place a few steps away. Mark studied him for a moment then waved a hand lazily."Sit. Drink with me."Jeno did neither. He remained standing, his sharp gaze assessing Mark’s mood. The prince was relaxed, but there was something in his expression—mild irritation, perhaps? Annoyance?"How was he?" Jeno asked, though he already knew the answer.Mark sighed, setting his cup down. "Too nervous. Too hesitant. He barely let me touch him." He leaned his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "He’s untouched."Jeno wasn’t surprised. It had been evident in Jaemin’s every movement, the way he shrank under his gaze, the way his scent had been laced with uncertainty.Mark turned his head toward Jeno, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I need him trained."Jeno tensed. "That is the duty of the concubine management staff. They have trained countless omegas for you before."Mark let out a low chuckle. "You think they can train him the way I like? You know me better than that."Jeno remained silent.Mark sat up, his voice lowering. "You are the only one I trust with this, Jeno. You know my preferences better than anyone. You know what I like, what I don't. I want him prepared, and I want it done properly."Jeno clenched his jaw. "It is not my place."Mark tilted his head. "And if I make it your place?"Jeno looked away, exhaling sharply. Mark was asking too much. He had spent years by Mark’s side, guiding him, protecting him. But this—this was different. This was intimate."You know I don't induldge with Palace concubines." Jeno said after a long pause.Mark chuckled, leaning back with an easy smirk. “You speak as if I’ve asked you to take him for yourself. This is for me, Jeno. You wouldn’t deny your Crown Prince, would you?”"But.. he is not ready," Jeno said conflicted. "You saw it yourself. If you push him too soon, he will only withdraw further."Mark hummed. "So you agree that he needs time?"Jeno hesitated, then gave a curt nod.Mark smirked. "Then help him. Teach him. Show him what is expected."Jeno closed his eyes briefly. This was a dangerous game.The conversation lulled for a moment before Mark’s expression shifted. He swirled the wine in his goblet, watching the deep red liquid reflect the dim lighting. “Renjun was with me earlier.”Jeno remained still, but he knew better than to assume Mark was merely making conversation.“He was upset when he heard about Jaemin,” Mark continued. “Not that he’d admit it outright, but you know how he is.”Jeno did know. Renjun’s emotions were never truly hidden, no matter how hard he tried.“He’s grown comfortable in his position as my favorite,” Mark mused. “I suppose he thought no one else would threaten that.”Jeno finally met Mark’s gaze. “And does Jaemin threaten it?”Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “Not yet. But he could.”Jeno didn’t respond. He knew how these things worked—concubines were not meant to be permanent favorites. They were meant to please, to entertain, to serve. Nothing more.Mark drained the last of his wine and set the goblet down with a soft clink. “Let me make arrangements. Make sure he’s ready.”As Jeno walked back through the halls, his thoughts were tangled. He had spent years perfecting the art of suppressing his emotions, of pushing aside personal desires for the sake of duty. But this felt different. He had seen the way Jaemin looked at him—the uncertainty, the curiosity. And now, he would have to be the one to break that innocence, to mold the omega into someone fit for the prince’s touch.He exhaled sharply. None of this should matter to him. And yet, he could not shake the feeling that everything was about to become much more complicated.The palace continued its quiet hum, unaware of the storm brewing in Jeno’s heart. Unaware of the silent battle between duty and something far more dangerous.
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Jaemin sat on the edge of his silk-laden bed, his fingers curled into the soft fabric of his robe. The morning air was crisp, carrying the distant murmurs of court attendants and the rhythmic sweep of servants cleaning the stone pathways outside. He had barely slept. His mind still clung to the memory of last night—the weight of the Crown Prince’s gaze, the expectation in his touch, and Jaemin’s own fear tightening around his ribs like iron shackles.He had failed.A quiet knock at the door made him jolt. He quickly smoothed down his robes and forced his expression into something neutral before calling out. "Come in."The door slid open, and a familiar figure stepped in—Renjun. The older omega moved with the effortless grace of someone who belonged here, unlike Jaemin, who still felt like an intruder in these golden halls. Renjun’s eyes swept over him, assessing, before a slow smirk curved his lips."You look as though you saw a ghost last night," Renjun mused, gliding toward the window where the sunlight streamed in. He reached for a porcelain cup of tea that had been set on the table and took a delicate sip. "Or perhaps something worse?"Jaemin lowered his gaze, unsure how to answer.Renjun let out a quiet hum, setting the cup down with an audible clink. "Mark isn’t the most patient of men," he continued. "But you wouldn’t be here if he had given up on you."Jaemin’s fingers twitched in his lap. "I don’t know what I’m doing here.""Oh, but you do." Renjun turned to face him fully, his expression unreadable. "You just haven’t accepted it yet."Before Jaemin could respond, another knock interrupted them."Her Highness’s orders," a court servant announced from beyond the door. "Concubine Jaemin is to report to the concubine hall immediately."Renjun’s smirk deepened. "That would be Yoona, I assume. You’re about to receive a lesson, little flower. I do hope you pay attention." ---Jaemin’s footsteps were light against the polished floors as he entered the concubine management hall. The room smelled of floral oils and fresh parchment, the scent lingering in the air as Yoona, the head concubine manager, stood by a lacquered table with a stack of records in front of her. Her expression was calm, but Jaemin sensed the sharpness beneath it.She gestured for him to sit. He obeyed, lowering himself onto the cushion opposite her."I heard what happened last night," she said evenly. "Tell me why."Jaemin swallowed. "I... I wasn’t ready."Yoona tilted her head slightly. "And yet, you were chosen. That means you must become ready." She slid a document toward him. "The Crown Prince does not favor incompetence. You are here to serve a purpose. If you cannot fulfill it, someone else will. Do you understand?"Jaemin’s throat felt dry. He nodded.Yoona let out a heavy sigh. "His Highness has made an unprecedented decision. Instead of allowing concubine management to handle your training, he has assigned Lord Jeno to oversee it. That is not how things are done."Jaemin’s breath caught. Jeno?"This is our duty, our responsibility," Yoona continued, her voice laced with disapproval. "And yet, because of you, the Crown Prince has disregarded our role entirely. Do you realize how this reflects on us?"Jaemin bowed his head, guilt creeping in. "I didn’t ask for this."Yoona scoffed. "It doesn’t matter what you asked for. What matters is that now, Lord Jeno—a man with no business handling a concubine—will be overseeing your training. And should you fail again, it will not only be you who suffers the consequences."Jaemin clenched his fists, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily on his shoulders. ---Later that afternoon, Jaemin found himself wandering through the palace garden, his mind heavy with thoughts. He barely noticed the two figures approaching until a loud, playful voice called out."I knew it! It is you!"Jaemin turned just in time to see a boy—tall, with sharp eyes and an unmistakable Alpha presence—grinning at him. Beside him was another young man, his features softer but no less mischievous."Jisung," the first boy said, pointing to himself. "And this is Chenle, we work under Lord Jeno. You’re Jaemin, right?"Jaemin hesitated before nodding.Chenle nudged Jisung. "Told you he looked like a lost kitten."Jisung grinned. "You’re the new concubine, huh? No offense, but you don’t seem like the type."Jaemin blinked. "The type?""You know," Jisung shrugged. "The ones who are desperate to climb their way into Mark’s bed."Chenle elbowed him. "Ignore him. He has no filter. We’re just curious about you. Renjun won’t shut up about you, and Jeno… well, he’s been looking extra broody lately."Jaemin’s stomach twisted at the mention of Jeno."We should hang out sometime," Chenle said with a grin. "You look like you need friends."Before Jaemin could respond, a sharp voice interrupted them."Jaemin."Jaemin turned to see Jeno standing at the edge of the courtyard, his expression unreadable. The air around him felt heavier, demanding attention. Jisung and Chenle immediately straightened."We’re leaving tomorrow," Jeno said, stepping closer. "Pack lightly."Jaemin blinked. "Leaving?""We’re traveling to a different village for your training." Jeno’s eyes darkened. "You need to learn properly, away from the palace."Jaemin’s heart pounded. He had barely begun to understand this world, and now he was being sent away. With Jeno."Be ready by dawn. Jisung, Chenle, and a few others will be accompanying us." Jeno ordered before turning on his heel, leaving Jaemin standing there in stunned silence.Jisung let out a low whistle. "Well. That was dramatic."Chenle smirked. "Good luck, Jaemin. I have a feeling you’ll need it."Jaemin exhaled slowly, staring at Jeno’s retreating figure. The storm in his life was only beginning.
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Jeno rode ahead of the small traveling party, his gaze fixed on the dirt path winding through the forest. Alongside him, Jisung and Chenle rode on horseback, chatting idly. The journey to the remote village was long, the winding roads flanked by towering pines and mist-covered hills. The village was still a day’s ride away, and already, he could feel the weight of his decision pressing against his chest.Bringing Jaemin here had been a choice Mark entrusted to him, yet the gnawing thought at the back of his mind—this was wrong—refused to quiet.Behind him, Jaemin sat stiffly on his horse, hands gripping the reins too tightly. He was a quiet traveler, stealing glances at Jeno when he thought no one noticed. His nervous energy was palpable, but he did not complain. Not even when the road grew rough and the air turned sharp with the scent of damp earth.Aeri and Minjeong rode on either side of him, occasionally offering bits of conversation to ease the tension.Jaemin shifted in his seat. "Where exactly are we going?"“A village under royal jurisdiction. This village is known for its silk production.” Jeno replied. “The Crown Prince has ordered an inspection of the trade routes. We are here for that, as well as… your training.”Jaemin swallowed, fingers tightening his grip on reigns. The idea of being trained still felt foreign to him, but he nodded.Aeri smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s a beautiful ride, isn’t it? The trees here stretch toward the sky like they’re trying to reach the gods.”Jaemin offered a small, grateful smile, his grip loosening slightly. “It reminds me of home,” he admitted softly. “The trees there were tall too. I used to climb them.”Minjeong smiled. “That’s hard to picture. You’re so delicate.”Jaemin’s lips twitched, something between a frown and a reluctant smile. “I wasn’t always.”Jeno heard everything but did not turn back.This trip was not meant to be sentimental. He had too much to focus on—an ongoing land dispute had threatened to spark conflict in this village, and he needed to oversee negotiations on behalf of the Crown Prince. But Jaemin’s training loomed over all of it, a darker, more personal duty he could not escape. ---The village was modest but thriving. Traders bustled in the market square, the scent of fresh bread and herbs filling the air. Jeno wasted no time handling affairs, meeting with the village elders to discuss grain shortages and taxation concerns. Jaemin watched from the sidelines, observing the stark difference in Jeno’s demeanor. Here, he wasn’t just the Crown Prince’s right hand—he was a leader, commanding respect with his sharp words and steady gaze.“They don’t trust the Crown’s soldiers,” Minjeong murmured. “Too many bad memories of past conflicts.”Jaemin’s fingers traced the hem of his robe. “And Lord Jeno?”Aeri tilted her head. “He’s different. People respect him because he’s firm but fair. He listens.”Jaemin watched Jeno from afar. He carried himself with absolute certainty, his voice measured and strong, even when dealing with frustrated elders. It was a different kind of power from Mark’s—colder, but just as commanding. ---By evening, Jeno’s duties to the village had been fulfilled. That left only Jaemin.The room was lit with dim lanterns, casting flickering shadows along the wooden walls. Jaemin sat on the floor, knees tucked beneath him as he watched Jeno pace.Jeno’s voice was impassive as he explained the basics of touch—how to respond, how to entice. He instructed Jaemin to undress to his underclothes, his sharp gaze unwavering.Jaemin felt exposed, his skin prickling under Jeno’s scrutiny. The air was thick with an unspoken tension as Jeno stepped closer, lifting Jaemin’s wrist and running his fingers along the sensitive skin there.“An omega’s body reacts naturally,” Jeno murmured. “You need to understand your own reactions before you can control them.”Jaemin’s breath hitched as Jeno’s fingertips brushed over his collarbone, slow and deliberate. A strange heat curled in his stomach—not fear, but something he didn’t dare name.“You’re tense,” Jeno observed, lowering his hand.Jaemin swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you expect of me.”Jeno sighed. “We’ll start simple.” He crouched before Jaemin, eyes steady. “Touch me.”Jaemin’s breath hitched. “Where?”Jeno caught his wrist, guiding his hand to his shoulder. “Anywhere. Get used to it.”Jaemin hesitated, fingers barely grazing the fabric of Jeno’s robe. He felt the warmth of his body underneath, solid and real. His hands trembled as he slid them down Jeno’s arms, feeling the roughness of calloused skin. He had expected it to be cold—unfeeling—but there was heat, a pulse beneath his fingertips that made his own heartbeat quicken.Jeno watched him closely, his expression unreadable. “Good. Again.”Jaemin’s hands trailed lower, hesitant, exploring the strength beneath the layers of silk. Jeno did not move, but Jaemin could sense the shift in the air—the thick, unspoken tension wrapping around them like a noose. ---After the first session, Jaemin sat by the open window, his thoughts tangled. Jeno’s touch lingered on his skin like an imprint, confusing and electric. He exhaled shakily, lost in thought, when Jeno’s voice broke through the silence.“You spoke of your home today.”Jaemin turned, startled. Jeno stood near the doorway, arms crossed.“You were listening?” Jaemin asked.Jeno shrugged. “Aeri and Minjeong asked about your family. I heard you say you don’t remember much.”Jaemin hesitated before nodding. “I was young when I lost them. I remember fragments—my mother’s voice, my brother’s laughter. But the details…” His voice trailed off, a dull ache settling in his chest.Jeno was silent for a moment before he spoke again. “You’re searching for them.”Jaemin looked up, surprised. “Yes.”Jeno’s gaze softened, almost imperceptibly. “Then I hope you find them. Rest now, we had long day.”Jaemin’s lips parted, but Jeno was already turning away, his usual stoicism slipping back into place. The brief moment of warmth left Jaemin unsettled in a different way than the training had. ---The second lesson was more intimate. Jeno instructed Jaemin to sit before him, their knees brushing as he tilted Jaemin’s chin up.“Kissing,” Jeno said simply.Jaemin’s throat went dry. He already knew what was coming, but knowing did nothing to prepare him.Jeno’s fingers tilted his chin up. “Close your eyes.”Jaemin obeyed. A breath of silence passed between them, then—The first touch of Jeno’s lips against his own was a whisper of pressure, firm but controlled. Jaemin gasped, but Jeno didn’t pull away. He guided the kiss, deepening it just enough to make Jaemin feel it—not just against his lips, but everywhere. His skin burned. His body tensed and then melted all at once.Jeno’s hand slid to the back of his neck, holding him steady. Jaemin wasn’t sure when he started leaning in, but suddenly, he was grasping at Jeno’s robe, desperate to hold onto something.Jeno pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips. “Again.”Jaemin kissed him this time, clumsy and eager, his breath shuddering against Jeno’s mouth. It was intoxicating—the taste of him, the heat of it. He was falling, deeper than he should, and Jeno wasn’t stopping him. When they finally pulled apart, Jaemin’s chest was heaving, his thoughts a whirlwind.Jeno studied him carefully. “Do it again.”Jaemin didn’t even hesitate this time.And just like that, something between them shifted.
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Jaemin lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his chamber, the remnants of Jeno’s kiss still lingering on his lips. The flickering lantern cast dancing shadows across the wooden beams, but his mind was elsewhere—trapped between the warmth of Jeno’s touch and the bitter sting of what it meant.He had kissed Jeno.No, Jeno had kissed him first.And he had kissed Jeno back.The very act was a betrayal, a sin against the man who had claimed him as his concubine. Crown Prince Mark had chosen him. He was meant to belong to him. And yet, here he was, lips swollen, chest tight with something that was not regret, but a dangerous craving.Jaemin curled his fingers against the thin silk of his blanket, willing himself to erase the memory of Jeno’s mouth on his, but it was impossible. Every detail was burned into him—the way Jeno had held him steady, the way he had demanded more, the quiet command in his voice that left Jaemin breathless. He had been kissed before, stolen pecks in the brothel out of curiosity, but never like this. Never with such intent, such control. And what frightened him the most was that he had wanted it.He had wanted Jeno.---The next morning, Jaemin found himself restless. He spent the early hours watching Aeri and Minjeong weave silk, their hands skillfully threading patterns he could never replicate. They spoke softly, occasionally laughing, and for a moment, Jaemin found comfort in their presence.“You look troubled,” Minjeong remarked, tilting her head as she examined him.Jaemin forced a smile. “Just tired.”Aeri hummed. “It must be exhausting… all this training.” There was an unspoken understanding in her tone, something that made Jaemin’s stomach twist.Minjeong leaned closer, whispering. “Is he rough with you?”Jaemin hesitated before shaking his head. "It’s... different. I don’t know how to explain it. Jeno is strict, but not unkind. It’s just that everything feels so new, so foreign."Aeri studied him carefully before nodding. “Then you should hold on to the good parts. Sometimes, we have to take what we can get in this palace.”Jaemin didn’t know what she meant by ‘good parts,’ but he swallowed down the unease curling in his chest.---Later that day, Jaemin found himself near the training grounds, where Jisung stood practicing his swordplay. Jaemin paused, watching the younger alpha move through each form with quiet determination. There was a familiar grace to his movements—an echo of his lost brother, a memory flickered through his mind..He was young, barely ten, chasing after his older brother through the dense green of their homeland’s forests. His brother, a newly presented alpha at fourteen, had always been protective, always shielding him from the harsher realities of life.“Stay close, Nana,” his brother had warned, his voice rich with the authority of an alpha, but still warm. “You always wander too far. What if you get lost?”Jaemin had only grinned, grabbing at his brother’s sleeve. "Then you’d come find me."His brother had sighed, ruffling his hair. "Of course I would. Always."Then, the scent of smoke had filled the air. The memory turned dark—the screams, the confusion, the firm grip of a stranger pulling him away. He had fought, had called out for his brother, but there was no answer."Jaemin? You’re staring, hyung."Jisung’s soft voice pulled him back. He blinked, realizing he had floated away in past. Jaemin smiled faintly. "You remind me of someone I used to know."Jisung wiped his brow. "Someone important?"Jaemin hesitated before nodding. "Yes. My brother, Jaehyun. He was an alpha too. Fierce but kind. He always protected me."Jisung grinned. "Sounds like a good brother."Jaemin’s throat tightened. "He was."For a moment, they stood in silence before Jisung tossed Jaemin a small wooden practice blade. "Want to spar? Just for fun."Jaemin let out a soft laugh but took the blade. "Alright."The brief exchange left warmth in Jaemin’s chest—a small, fragile comfort.---The night deepened, and with it came Jaemin’s next lesson.Tonight, the lesson was different. More intimate. More daring.Jeno sat across from him, legs stretched out, his voice as impassive as ever. "Touching an alpha intimately is different from being touched, its not just about submission. It’s about control. Knowing what pleases them, what excites them. You must be comfortable with it first."Jaemin’s pulse quickened. "And how do I learn that?"Jeno reached for Jaemin’s hand and placed it on his own thigh. "By doing."Jaemin swallowed hard, his fingers hesitant. He had never touched another in this way. The heat of Jeno’s body seeped through the layers of fabric, a silent challenge.Jeno watched him carefully. "Lower."Jaemin’s fingers trembled as they moved downward, brushing against the firm outline of Jeno’s arousal beneath his robes. A sharp inhale left his lips. This was different. This was real.Jaemin’s breath caught as Jeno pulled the fabric of his robe aside, revealing the hardened length between his thighs. It was the first time Jaemin had ever seen an alpha’s cock—thick, flushed, and intimidating."Look at it," Jeno instructed, untying his belt and removing his robes completely.His face burned. "It’s... bigger than I expected."Jeno’s lips twitched in amusement. "Alphas are built for their omegas. This is natural."Jaemin’s fingers hovered uncertainly before he hesitantly wrapped them around the base. The warmth, the pulse beneath his touch—it sent a shudder through him.“Hold it,” Jeno commanded, voice firm but not unkind.Jaemin’s fingers trembled as he reached out, wrapping around the heated flesh. It pulsed under his touch, and he sucked in a breath. The weight, the warmth—it was overwhelming. He had never touched anyone like this before.Jeno exhaled sharply. “Move your hand. Slowly.”Jaemin obeyed, fingers sliding experimentally along the rigid shaft. Jeno’s muscles tensed, his jaw clenching. The reaction sent a strange thrill through Jaemin’s chest.“That’s it,” Jeno murmured. “Keep going.”Jaemin swallowed, focusing on the way Jeno’s body responded. Heat pooled low in his own stomach as he watched the alpha’s expression shift—controlled, but barely."Good," Jeno murmured. "Tighter grip."Jaemin followed his instruction, the act sending an unfamiliar rush through his veins. His breath came shallow, his own body reacting in ways he didn’t understand.Jeno’s breathing grew heavier, his hips shifting slightly with each stroke. He suddenly grasped Jaemin’s wrist, halting his movements. "Enough."Jaemin looked up, lips parted, cheeks flushed. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but the heavy atmosphere between them made his heart pound.Jeno studied him for a long moment. "You’re learning fast."Jaemin swallowed hard. "What comes next?"Then, suddenly, he grabbed Jaemin’s waist and pulled him onto his lap.Jaemin gasped, his knees bracketing Jeno’s thighs, his own body flush against the hard planes of the alpha’s chest. The intimacy of the position sent shivers down his spine.Jeno’s lips crashed against his, firm and demanding. Jaemin melted, fingers gripping Jeno’s shoulders as the alpha’s mouth claimed him. Jeno’s hands roamed, fingers digging into his waist, then sliding up to grasp at his collarbones.The kisses grew more feverish—Jeno’s mouth traveling down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jaemin’s neck and collarbones. A sharp nip made Jaemin whimper, the sensation sparking something deep inside him.Jeno’s hips rolled upward, and Jaemin felt it—the hard length rubbing against him, the friction intoxicating. Jeno groaned, rutting against him, his grip tightening.“Jeno,” Jaemin gasped, overwhelmed by the heat, the scent, the raw need in the air.Jeno’s breathing was ragged, his control slipping. His hands grasped Jaemin’s hips, grinding him down harder. The sensation was maddening—skin against silk, breath mingling, heat coiling tight between them.Then, with a deep, shuddering groan, Jeno stilled. Jaemin felt it—the hot pulse of release, the slick warmth spreading between them. Jeno’s body trembled, his grip on Jaemin tightening for a brief moment before his breathing evened out.Jaemin froze, realization dawning as he witnessed the aftermath of Jeno’s pleasure. His heart pounded wildly in his chest.Jeno’s head fell back slightly, face handsome and eyes dark as he looked up at Jaemin. “Lesson over.”Jaemin swallowed, his own body still buzzing with heat. He had seen an alpha’s release. Felt it. And something in him had changed forever.
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Jeno woke to the lingering scent of sweetened musk clinging to his skin. It was intoxicating, even in the cold light of morning, curling around him like a cruel reminder of his failure.His fingers twitched, still remembering the way Jaemin had trembled beneath his touch, the way his breath had hitched with every careful stroke. And worst of all—the way his own restraint had shattered.A mistake. A grave one.Jeno sat up, running a hand over his face. He had spent years crafting his discipline, molding himself into a man of control. But last night—he had unraveled.He had let himself indulge. He had let himself feel. The weight of it settled over him like a suffocating blanket. He had lost control. He had allowed himself to get swept away by the heat of Jaemin’s scent, the soft sounds of his voice, the way he had looked at him—half-lidded eyes filled with something too dangerous to name.His gaze flickered to the other side of the room, where Jaemin still slept. His delicate features were softened in rest, lips parted ever so slightly, his dark lashes fanned against pale cheeks. He looked peaceful. Innocent. As if he were untouched by the consequences of last night.Jeno clenched his fists. It was not Jaemin’s fault. The boy had done nothing wrong. It was Jeno who had faltered, who had let his instincts override his judgment. Who had allowed himself to revel in the warmth of an omega who did not belong to him.Mark. He belongs to Mark.The thought struck him like a blade.Guilt settled like a stone in his gut. This could never happen again.---From that day forward, Jeno distanced himself. He kept their lessons brief, his words clipped and impersonal. He avoided meeting Jaemin’s gaze, refused to acknowledge the lingering heat between them.He forced himself to treat Jaemin as a duty. Nothing more.Jaemin noticed.At first, he said nothing. He simply watched Jeno with searching eyes, as if waiting for him to break the silence. But as the days stretched on, as Jeno continued to keep him at arm’s length, Jaemin’s patience wore thin.One evening, after another detached lesson, Jaemin finally snapped.“Have I done something wrong?” His voice was soft, but there was an edge to it. A plea.Jeno kept his expression blank. “No.”“Then why won’t you look at me?”Jeno’s jaw tightened. He turned away, pretending to straighten the folds of his sleeve. “It is not necessary.”A pause. Then, quieter—“Did I displease you?”Something in Jaemin’s tone made Jeno freeze. When he finally turned, he found Jaemin looking at him with wide, uncertain eyes, fingers curled tightly in his lap.The sight made something twist painfully inside him.Jaemin was desperate for approval.Jeno exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain firm. “It is not about pleasure or displeasure. I am here to prepare you for the prince. That is all.”Jaemin’s expression faltered. His gaze dropped, and for the first time, Jeno saw it—true vulnerability. The boy was not just uncertain. He was afraid.Jeno’s chest ached. He had never thought about what it must be like for Jaemin. Torn from everything he knew, placed in a world where he was expected to submit, to please, to be whatever an alpha wanted him to be. And now, after finally growing used to Jeno’s presence, he was being pushed away.Jeno sighed, rubbing a hand over his neck. “You did not displease me, Jaemin.”Jaemin looked up at him hesitantly.Jeno hesitated. For the first time in days, he let himself soften. He reached out, his fingers brushing over the back of Jaemin’s hand in a fleeting touch.“You are doing well,” he murmured. “Better than you think.”Jaemin blinked, as if uncertain whether to believe him. Then, slowly, a flicker of relief crossed his features.Jeno pulled away before he could second-guess himself. He cleared his throat. “It is late. Get some rest.”Jaemin nodded, curling back under the covers, but this time, there was something lighter in his expression.Jeno turned away, but the warmth of Jaemin’s skin still lingered on his fingertips.---The next afternoon, Jeno found himself in the company of Jisung and Chenle, the two younger alphas lounging idly in the training yard.“So,” Chenle started, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his lips. “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Prince Mark’s newest concubine.”Jeno barely spared him a glance. “It is my duty.”Jisung snorted. “Duty, sure. But I heard from one of the attendants that Jaemin looks at you like you hung the moon.”Jeno scowled. “That is not true.”Chenle grinned. “Really? Because I saw him watching you from the gardens this morning. He looked like a lovesick puppy.”Jisung nudged Chenle. “Maybe we should warn him that Jeno is completely immune to romance.”Chenle laughed. “True. He probably thinks Jeno’s just being stoic and mysterious. Poor thing doesn’t know our Jeno is just emotionally constipated.”Jeno rolled his eyes. “If you are both done, I have things to attend to.”Jisung sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Go be a brooding bodyguard or whatever.”Jeno shook his head, turning to leave. But as he walked away, their words stuck with him.Jaemin watching him.Jaemin wanting his attention.Jeno exhaled sharply. He had built a wall between them for good reason. But how much longer could he keep it up?And, more importantly—how much longer did he want to? ---That evening, Jeno found himself in the company of Jisung and Chenle, summoned to investigate a group of dacoits who had been terrorizing the nearby villages. Reports of stolen grain, missing livestock, and frightened villagers had reached the palace, and it was their duty to put an end to it."I don’t know why they even try," Chenle scoffed, adjusting the grip on his sword. "Do these fools not know we always catch them?"Jisung smirked. "They probably think we’re too busy playing politics in the palace to care."Jeno remained silent, his mind not entirely on the mission. The scent of Jaemin’s arousal still lingered in the recesses of his mind, a temptation he had to keep pushing away.But when they reached the outskirts of the village, his focus sharpened.The dacoits were waiting.It was an ambush.Blades clashed in the moonlight, the fight breaking out in an instant. Jeno moved on instinct, his sword cutting through the night, every movement precise. He took down one enemy, then another, dodging a wild swing aimed at his ribs. Beside him, Jisung fought with quick, lethal strikes, and Chenle’s laugh rang out as he effortlessly parried an attack before slicing his opponent down.The battle was over in moments, but not without cost.Jeno barely registered the pain in his shoulder until the last dacoit fell. He glanced down to see blood staining his sleeve, the cut deeper than he’d realized.Chenle whistled. "Well, that’s going to leave a scar."Jisung frowned. "We should get back before someone sees you bleeding like that. The last thing we need is the Crown Prince getting worried."Jeno sighed, exhaustion settling in. "Let’s go."---By the time Jeno returned to his quarters, the pain had dulled to a steady ache. His clothes were stained with dirt, sweat, and blood, his body weighed down by fatigue. He barely made it past the doorway before a soft gasp caught his attention.Jaemin stood frozen, eyes wide as he took in Jeno’s disheveled state. "What happened?""It’s nothing," Jeno muttered, attempting to step past him, but Jaemin blocked his path."You’re hurt." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.Jeno sighed, too tired to fight. "It’s just a scratch."Jaemin wasn’t listening. He had already disappeared into the adjoining chamber, returning moments later with a basin of warm water and clean cloths. Without a word, he guided Jeno to sit.Jeno watched in silence as Jaemin knelt before him, carefully untying his outer robe, peeling away the bloodstained fabric. The warmth of Jaemin’s hands ghosted over his skin, and Jeno clenched his jaw as his wound was exposed to the cool night air.Jaemin dipped a cloth into the water, wringing it out before gently pressing it against the cut. Jeno tensed, a sharp inhale escaping him."Hold still," Jaemin murmured, his voice softer now.Jeno obeyed, allowing Jaemin to clean the wound with delicate precision. His touch was gentle, careful—so unlike the roughness Jeno had subjected him to before.The room was silent, save for the soft dripping of water and the occasional hitch in Jaemin’s breath. Jeno found himself watching him, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his lower lip was caught between his teeth as he worked.Jaemin was beautiful like this.Too beautiful.He should have stopped it there. Should have pushed Jaemin away before the air between them grew too heavy, before the warmth of his hands became unbearable.But then Jaemin looked up.And Jeno was lost.He didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly Jaemin was closer, his breath warm against Jeno’s lips. The space between them disappeared, and then Jaemin was kissing him—hesitantly at first, but when Jeno didn’t pull away, he grew bolder.Jeno groaned, hands moving to grip Jaemin’s waist, pulling him onto his lap. Jaemin gasped against his mouth, fingers tangling in Jeno’s hair. The heat between them ignited, burning away Jeno’s resolve.Jaemin’s robes slipped from his shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin. Jeno’s fingers traced down his back, pressing him closer until there was no space left between them.Jaemin moaned softly, hips shifting, and Jeno hissed as pleasure sparked through him."Jeno…" Jaemin whispered against his lips, a quiet plea.Jeno’s grip tightened. "Tell me to stop."Jaemin shook his head, eyes glazed with want. "Don’t stop."Jeno groaned, sealing Jaemin’s lips with another deep kiss, surrendering to the inevitable. He knew he would regret this in the morning, but right now, with Jaemin’s body pressed against his, his scent filling the air, regret was the furthest thing from his mind.
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Jaemin stirred awake, the morning light filtering through the wooden screens, casting a golden hue over the room. He felt warmth beside him, the firm presence of another body. His heart pounded as he turned slightly, eyes settling on the figure beside him—Jeno.Memories of the previous night flooded his mind. The way they had lost themselves in each other, the lingering touches, heated kisses, the way Jeno had pressed against him so desperately, rubbing against him until he reached his peak. Jaemin felt a blush creep up his cheeks. He had never experienced anything like that before, but for the first time in a long time, he felt… happy.His gaze traced over Jeno’s features, softened by sleep. The scar along his brow, the sharp yet beautiful lines of his face, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed. He looked both fierce and gentle, a contrast Jaemin found mesmerizing. He couldn’t stop the small smile that formed on his lips as he watched him.A low groan left Jeno’s throat as he began to stir. His lashes fluttered open, revealing drowsy yet piercing eyes. The first thing he saw was Jaemin, staring at him with a radiant smile. Jeno blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He had never seen Jaemin smile so freely before. It made something in his chest tighten.“…What are you smiling at?” Jeno muttered, voice thick with sleep.Jaemin merely tilted his head, still smiling.Jeno exhaled and then groaned, shifting under the covers. “I’m disgusting… I didn’t even clean myself properly last night after coming back from the fight. And yet you still slept beside me?”Jaemin only chuckled. He didn’t mind. He had fallen asleep feeling the warmth of someone else beside him for the first time in years. That comfort was worth more than the scent of sweat and musk.Jeno ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I need a bath. Ask the maids to prepare one.”“I’ll do it,” Jaemin said simply, already rising from the bed.Jeno arched a brow, watching him curiously. “You?”Jaemin nodded, already moving toward the bathing chamber. Jeno sat up, arms resting over his raised knees, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched the omega move gracefully across the room.A short while later, Jeno entered the chamber to find the tub filled with warm water, steam curling in the air. Jaemin stood by, waiting. Jeno raised an eyebrow.“You can leave,” he said, rolling his shoulders as he removed his robe.Jaemin shook his head. “I’ll help you bathe. It will help you relax.”Jeno let out a short laugh, intrigued. “Indulgent, aren’t we?” But he stepped into the water anyway, sinking in with a satisfied sigh.Jaemin knelt by the edge, dipping a cloth into the water before running it over Jeno’s skin. His touches were gentle, careful, easing away the grime from battle and the remnants of last night. Jeno closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy it.Jaemin reached for the scented cleanser, lathering it through Jeno’s damp hair, his fingers working in slow, comforting motions.“Where did you learn to do this?” Jeno murmured, voice slightly hoarse from relaxation.Jaemin hesitated before answering. “The brothel. We had to take care of each other… help each other relax after long days.”Jeno’s eyes opened slightly, watching Jaemin’s face as he spoke. There was something unreadable in his gaze, something Jaemin couldn’t quite place.The conversation lingered for a moment, the warmth of the water and Jaemin’s careful ministrations lulling them into silence. But then, just as Jaemin reached for another cloth, he lost his balance, slipping forward——and landing directly onto Jeno.A splash echoed through the chamber. Jaemin gasped, his hands splayed against Jeno’s chest, their faces mere inches apart. The tension thickened instantly, water dripping down Jaemin’s exposed skin as he straddled Jeno’s lap.Neither of them moved. Jaemin’s breath came shallow, his lips parting unconsciously as he stared at Jeno’s slightly dampened face. The steam only made him look more alluring. Jaemin wasn’t sure what possessed him, but before he could think, his lips were on Jeno’s.Jeno inhaled sharply through his nose before responding, his arms moving to grip Jaemin’s waist, fingers digging into damp fabric. Jaemin shuddered at the touch, emboldened by the way Jeno allowed him to take control. He tilted his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Jeno’s jaw, down his neck, and onto his shoulders, tasting the heat of his skin.Jeno’s breathing grew heavier. His hands twitched against Jaemin’s hips, but he didn’t stop him. Instead, he let him continue, observing with hooded eyes, as if entranced by Jaemin’s newfound boldness.Jaemin pulled back slightly, his eyes shimmering with something between mischief and desire. “I want to try something,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath.Jeno’s lips curled into an amused smirk. “Go ahead.”Jaemin’s heart pounded at the permission, emboldened by it. With slow, deliberate movements, he guided Jeno to sit at the edge of the tub. Jeno let him, watching with curiosity as Jaemin lowered himself, his lips pressing soft, reverent kisses along his abdomen, inching lower.And then, with a tentative but eager touch, Jaemin took him into his mouth.Jeno inhaled sharply, his hand instinctively resting on Jaemin’s head."Slowly," Jeno murmured, his voice deep with pleasure. "Don’t take too much at once. Use your tongue—yes, like that."Jaemin followed his guidance but also experimented on his own, learning what made Jeno groan the most. His touch became more assured, more daring, and he took satisfaction in the way Jeno lost his usual composure under him.Jaemin looked up at him through damp lashes, eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he found what pleased Jeno, what made him moan, what made his breath hitch.And for the first time, Jaemin felt truly free—free to explore, to indulge, to take what he wanted without hesitation.Jeno’s head fell back against the wooden frame, a deep exhale escaping his lips. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure.Jaemin only smiled against his skin, his own heart racing in exhilaration. ---After they had cleaned up and dressed, they made their way to breakfast. Aeri and Minjeong were already there, and the moment they saw Jaemin and Jeno arrive together, their eyes gleamed with knowing mischief."Look at him," Minjeong whispered to Aeri, "positively glowing."Aeri smirked. "Jaemin-ah, did you finally get a full night’s sleep? You look… well-rested."Jaemin flushed while Jeno simply sighed. "You two are unbearable.""Oh, come now," Aeri grinned. "We’re just happy for our little Jaemin."Jaemin huffed, but the warmth in his chest remained. --- Later that morning, Jaemin found himself in the training grounds, facing off against Jisung in a practice duel. He held his sword defensively, watching Jisung’s stance. Jeno and Chenle stood at the sidelines, watching intently."Move your feet faster, Jaemin!" Jeno instructed. "Don’t just block, counterattack!"Jaemin tried, but Jisung was quick, disarming him within seconds. Chenle burst out laughing. "That was sad."Jaemin shot him a glare. "You try fighting him!""No, thanks. I prefer not to get hit in the face," Chenle replied smugly. "But you? You’re like a baby deer learning to walk. It’s adorable."Jisung snorted, and even Jeno fought back a smirk.Jaemin pouted but found himself laughing with them. It had been so long since he had laughed like this. Since he had felt… at home.As the sun shone down on them, Jaemin realized something: for the first time since coming to the palace, he felt like he had finally found his friends.
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The days passed in quiet routine, the village life settling into a peaceful rhythm. Jaemin had grown accustomed to the small joys of this place—the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the wooden windows, the distant chatter of villagers preparing for their day, the comforting presence of Aeri and Minjeong as they bustled around the house.One afternoon, while helping Aeri fold fabrics, Minjeong excitedly spoke about the upcoming silk fair. "It's the biggest event of the season! Merchants from all over come to sell their finest silk. You’ll see robes and garments you won’t find anywhere else."“The entire village will be there,” Aeri said, her hands busy folding freshly dried garments. “Last year, there was an imperial merchant showcasing a fabric so light it felt like wearing air.”Jaemin listened, intrigued but hesitant. He had never been to a fair like this before. The idea of seeing so much silk, perhaps even touching it, stirred something wistful in him. Yet, he knew his place. It wasn’t as if he could ask to go. Such luxuries had always been beyond his reach.Jeno, who had been sharpening his sword nearby, caught Jaemin’s lingering gaze. He remained silent but took note of the omega’s longing expression.Later that afternoon, Chenle arrived with his usual playful grin. “We’re all going to the silk fair today,” he announced. “You’re coming too, Jaemin.”Jaemin blinked in surprise. “Me?”“Of course,” Chenle laughed. “It wouldn’t be fun without you.”Excitement bloomed in Jaemin’s chest. For once, he wouldn’t be an outsider looking in. ---The fair was unlike anything Jaemin had ever seen. Stalls overflowed with silks of every shade—deep reds, soft blues, shimmering golds. Merchants called out to customers, their voices blending with the laughter of children running between the stands. Jaemin roamed with Aeri and Minjeong - Jeno with Chenle & Jisung following them bit behind. Jaemin's fingers brushing over delicate fabrics, marveling at the intricate embroidery on silk robes, the delicate scarves, the shimmering hanboks that nobles would wear.His fingers lingered on a beautiful silk robe—soft as water, colored in a deep shade of blue with golden threads woven like falling leaves.But the price was too high. Swallowing his disappointment, he moved on.Instead, he found a silk scarf, a deep green that reminded him of Jeno’s robes. He ran his fingers over it, imagining how it would look on him. It wasn’t much, but Jaemin purchased it anyway, folding it carefully in his hands. ---They gathered at a food stall to eat. The air was thick with the scent of sweet rice cakes and freshly brewed tea. Jaemin was laughing at something Chenle said when someone bumped into him, spilling tea down the front of his robe.“Oh—excuse me,” he murmured, quickly excusing himself to find a place to wash off the stain.Alone, he reached a quieter area where a water basin was set up. As he leaned down, a shadow loomed behind him. A drunk alpha, his breath heavy with rice wine, staggered closer.“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone,” the man slurred.Jaemin stiffened. “Please, move aside.”The alpha grinned, reaching for him. Panic surged in Jaemin’s chest as he tried to push the man away, but the alpha was stronger, heavier. His body felt weak, his usual fight drained away. Tears pricked his eyes. He had never felt this powerless before.A hand gripped his waist, pulling him closer. The stench of liquor and sweat made Jaemin's stomach churn. Fear seized him. He had never felt so powerless before.Tears burned his eyes. "No—stop!"Just as fear tightened its grip around his throat, a blur of movement tore the man off him. Jeno.The next few seconds were a haze of fists and blood. Jeno’s punches were relentless, his face dark with fury. The alpha crumpled to the ground, barely conscious. Jaemin, shaking, called out, “Jeno—stop.”Jeno’s chest heaved, his fists still clenched. Slowly, he turned to Jaemin. The anger in his eyes softened at the sight of him trembling.Without another word, they left the fair and returned home.--- The house was quiet that night. Jaemin sat in his room, still shaken. He rubbed his arms as if to erase the alpha’s touch from his skin.His hands trembled slightly. The touch of that alpha still clung to his skin like a stain he couldn’t wash away.A knock at his door startled him."Jaemin."Jeno stepped in, closing the door behind him. His eyes searched Jaemin’s face, concern flickering in his gaze. "Are you alright?"Jaemin hesitated before whispering, "I still feel it… his hands on me. I want to forget. I want to erase it."Jeno’s jaw tightened. "Tell me what I can do."Jaemin raised his eyes, something desperate in them. "Make me forget."Silence stretched between them. Then, Jeno stepped closer, cupping Jaemin’s face in his hands. His fingers traced his cheek, his lips pressing softly against Jaemin’s forehead, then his temple, then his closed eyelids.Jaemin shivered.Jeno kissed him. Slow, gentle. Not claiming, not demanding—just a quiet reassurance. But as Jaemin leaned in, the kiss deepened, his fingers curling into Jeno’s robes, pulling him closer.Jeno lifted him, carrying him to the bed. He laid Jaemin down carefully, as if he were something precious. His hands worked at the layers of Jaemin’s clothes, peeling them away one by one, revealing soft, bare skin beneath.Jaemin let out a breathless sigh as Jeno’s lips trailed down his neck, over his collarbone, his chest. Every kiss, every touch, was slow and deliberate, washing away the memory of unwanted hands. Jeno’s lips barely left Jaemin’s skin, tracing a slow and reverent path down his collarbone, the heat of his breath sending delicate shivers through Jaemin’s body. His hands were firm yet gentle, gliding over Jaemin’s exposed shoulders, fingers ghosting along his sides before dipping lower, gripping his waist as though to steady him. The weight of Jeno’s touch sent a deep ache unfurling in Jaemin’s stomach—a longing he had never felt this intensely before.Jaemin gasped as Jeno’s tongue traced the outline of his collarbone before moving lower, his lips peppering wet, open-mouthed kisses across his chest. A slow drag of Jeno’s tongue over one pert nipple had Jaemin’s back arching off the bedding, a breathy moan spilling from his lips before he could stop it. Jeno only hummed in response, circling his tongue around the sensitive bud before latching on fully, sucking gently and then harder, testing how Jaemin reacted.Jaemin’s hands flew to Jeno’s shoulders, gripping tight as sparks ignited under his skin. “Jeno…” his voice was barely a whisper, yet it held all his desperation, his need. He had never felt this wanted before, never experienced a touch so consuming, so utterly devoted to making him unravel.Jeno moved lower, pressing slow, wet kisses down the smooth expanse of Jaemin’s stomach, his hands never ceasing their caresses. His fingers toyed with the hem of Jaemin’s undergarments, teasing but not moving further just yet. Jaemin squirmed beneath him, an unbearable anticipation coiling in his belly.“Patience,” Jeno murmured against his navel, his voice husky with restraint. But Jaemin was far beyond patience now. He let out a small whimper, and that single sound was enough to make Jeno lose control.In one fluid movement, Jeno rid Jaemin of his last piece of clothing, leaving him utterly bare beneath the moonlight. The cool night air kissed his overheated skin, making him shudder. Jeno’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him, his breath coming out heavier.“You’re beautiful,” Jeno whispered, voice thick with reverence.Jaemin flushed, shifting slightly under Jeno’s intense gaze. But before he could say anything, Jeno dipped lower, spreading Jaemin’s legs further apart, his strong hands holding him in place. The first press of Jeno’s lips against his inner thigh had Jaemin trembling. Then, without hesitation, Jeno’s mouth moved to his most intimate place, his tongue dragging slow and deep against his entrance.Jaemin let out a sharp cry, his thighs twitching as his body reacted instinctively. He had never felt anything like this before. The sensation of Jeno’s tongue licking into him, hot and wet, sent pleasure shooting up his spine, leaving him breathless. Jeno held him still, his grip unrelenting as he worked Jaemin open with slow, teasing strokes of his tongue.Jaemin’s fingers tangled in Jeno’s dark hair, hips lifting off the bed as he chased the overwhelming pleasure. Jeno moaned against him, the vibration making Jaemin shudder as more slick pooled between his legs. Every touch, every flick of Jeno’s tongue sent him spiraling deeper into pleasure, his body burning with need.“Jeno—please,” he gasped, unable to form coherent words. His entire body felt like it was on fire, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. He had never felt this desperate, this utterly at the mercy of someone else’s touch.Jeno hummed in response, gripping Jaemin’s thighs tighter as he pushed his tongue in deeper, his nose brushing against Jaemin’s most sensitive spot. Jaemin let out a broken moan, his entire body tensing as the pleasure became too much. He was so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, ready to snap.Jeno sensed it too. He moved faster, licking into him with fervor, his tongue working him open as Jaemin writhed beneath him. And then, with one final press of Jeno’s tongue, Jaemin shattered, his entire body convulsing as he came undone with a cry of Jeno’s name.His vision blurred, stars dancing behind his eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He trembled beneath Jeno, gasping for breath as he rode out his high. Jeno didn’t stop immediately, licking him through the aftershocks, his touch growing softer as he eased Jaemin down from his peak.When Jaemin finally regained his breath, he opened his eyes to find Jeno watching him with a dark, satisfied gaze, his lips glistening. A lazy, sated smile curled on Jeno’s lips as he pressed a final kiss to Jaemin’s hip before moving back up, gathering Jaemin in his arms."You’re safe now."Jaemin nestled against Jeno’s warmth, his body still thrumming with pleasure, his heart full. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe, cherished. And as Jeno’s arms tightened around him, Jaemin let himself believe—if only for this moment—that he belonged here, in Jeno’s embrace.
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The memory of the previous night lingered heavily in Jeno’s mind. The way his alpha had reacted so violently, instincts roaring to the surface the moment he sensed Jaemin in danger—it still made his blood burn. The image of that drunken alpha grabbing Jaemin, the sheer terror in Jaemin’s eyes, had ignited something primal in him. Jeno hadn’t just wanted to punish the man; he had wanted to tear him apart.And then, later that night, Jaemin had come to him, vulnerable and shaken, whispering that he wanted to forget. Jeno had given in, his need to comfort Jaemin overwhelming every ounce of control. He had kissed him, touched him, worshipped him until Jaemin was trembling in pleasure, his cries soft and needy. But now, in the harsh light of morning, Jeno felt something unsettling settle deep in his chest—guilt? Confusion? He didn’t know. What he did know was that something had changed.He avoided Jaemin that morning, instead calling for Jisung and Chenle. “I want you two to start teaching Jaemin self-defense,” he ordered, his tone sharp and unyielding.Chenle raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”Jeno’s jaw tightened. “Just in case.”Jisung, ever perceptive, nodded without question. “We’ll start today.”For the next few days, Jeno kept his distance. He skipped the nightly lessons, claiming Jaemin needed rest or that he himself was occupied with other matters. But in truth, Jeno wasn’t sure if he could face Jaemin again like that—not when his own emotions were spiraling out of control. Jaemin was supposed to be Mark’s concubine. Jeno was only meant to prepare him, nothing more. And yet… every time he thought about the way Jaemin had moaned his name, the way he had clung to him, something inside him twisted painfully.Then, one night, Jaemin came to his room.Jeno was mid-way through his nightly exercise routine, his bare torso slick with sweat as he finished a set of push-ups. When he looked up, Jaemin was standing there, watching him with an unreadable expression.“What are you doing here?” Jeno asked, reaching for a towel to wipe his face.Jaemin didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered on Jeno’s exposed muscles, traveling the ridges of his abdomen, the defined lines of his arms. “Why have we stopped our lessons?” he finally asked.Jeno hesitated. “Because I think you’re ready now. You’re confident enough to explore things at your own pace.”Jaemin frowned. “What about sex?”Jeno froze, startled by Jaemin’s boldness. It wasn’t long ago that Jaemin could barely say the word without flushing. But now, he was looking at Jeno directly, eyes filled with something between determination and hesitation.Jeno exhaled slowly. “You don’t need me for that anymore.”Jaemin took a step forward, then another. “I’m scared of it.”Jeno’s breath caught. “Scared?”“I don’t know what to expect.” Jaemin’s fingers reached out, trailing lightly over Jeno’s damp skin. “That’s why… I want my first time to be with you.”Jeno stiffened, muscles coiling tight as Jaemin pressed closer. “Jaemin—”“Please.” His voice was quiet, almost pleading.Jeno clenched his fists, struggling to remain in control. But then Jaemin slid down to his knees, fingers grazing over the front of Jeno’s pants, eyes locked onto his. “Can I?” he whispered, voice laced with something sultry and innocent all at once.Jeno let out a shaky breath, his willpower crumbling. “Yes.”Jaemin wasted no time, hands expertly working to free Jeno’s hardening length. He wrapped delicate fingers around him, stroking slowly, experimentally. Jeno let out a low groan, his head tilting back. Jaemin was eager, his pace quickening as he watched Jeno’s reactions closely.Jaemin leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Jeno’s sensitive skin before he took him into his mouth. The wet heat was almost too much, too good. Jeno groaned, his hands tangling into Jaemin’s hair as he guided him gently. Jaemin was inexperienced but enthusiastic, his tongue exploring, his lips tightening around him. The sight alone was almost enough to undo Jeno completely.“Jaemin—” Jeno gasped, pleasure curling deep in his stomach.Jaemin hummed around him, sending vibrations down his length. It was messy, desperate, and so damn good. Jeno’s hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting deeper into Jaemin’s mouth. And when Jaemin’s fingers reached down to stroke the base, Jeno lost it.His climax hit him hard, a guttural moan escaping as he spilled into Jaemin’s mouth. Jaemin swallowed, licking his lips as he pulled back, eyes blown wide with desire.--- Jaemin barely had a moment to catch his breath after Jeno spilled into his mouth before Jeno’s hands were on him again, gripping his waist and pressing him back against the cool wooden wall of the room. The contrast between the heat of his body and the chill of the surface sent a shiver up Jaemin’s spine. Jeno was still panting, but his sharp eyes darkened with renewed hunger as they raked over Jaemin’s flushed face.Jaemin had no time to react before Jeno’s lips crashed onto his jaw, dragging open-mouthed kisses along his skin, his tongue flicking over the sensitive spot below his ear. A whimper escaped Jaemin, his hands flying to clutch Jeno’s bare shoulders, nails digging in as the kisses traveled down his neck, sucking bruises into his skin, marking him.Jeno’s fingers worked at the ties of Jaemin’s robes, pulling them loose, and the silk fabric slipped down Jaemin’s shoulders, pooling at his feet. His bare skin met the warm air, goosebumps rising as Jeno’s mouth descended lower, over the delicate curve of his collarbone, the swell of his chest. Each touch of Jeno’s lips was fire against his skin, leaving him trembling.Then, Jeno dropped to his knees.Jaemin’s breath hitched as he looked down, his cheeks burning at the sight of Jeno kneeling before him, his hands running along the back of Jaemin’s thighs, spreading them slightly apart. Jeno’s lips curved into something dark and possessive before he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Jaemin’s hip bone. Jaemin felt the anticipation coil tight in his belly, his legs going weak as Jeno’s hands gripped his thighs tighter, keeping him steady against the wall.Jeno’s tongue flicked over his skin, teasing along the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh before moving upwards. Jaemin gasped, a broken moan spilling from his lips when he felt the wet heat of Jeno’s tongue press between his cheeks, tracing the rim of his entrance. His fingers instinctively tangled in Jeno’s dark hair, gripping tightly as pleasure jolted through him.Jeno didn’t stop. He pressed in deeper, his tongue moving in slow, torturous circles, his hands spreading Jaemin apart as he worked him open. Jaemin’s head fell back against the wall, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, his body completely at Jeno’s mercy. His thighs trembled with every flick of Jeno’s tongue, every teasing press, his slick mixing with Jeno’s warm breath as he was stretched open in ways that left him dizzy."Jeno—" Jaemin gasped, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched harder in Jeno’s hair, his hips arching forward, trying to chase more of that unbearable pleasure. Jeno only hummed against him, the vibration sending another wave of heat through Jaemin’s body.Jeno pulled back just enough to murmur, his voice low and husky, "Look at you… falling apart just from my tongue."Jaemin moaned in response, his whole body tightening. Jeno returned to his task, licking, sucking, driving Jaemin to the edge with relentless precision. The wet sounds filled the dimly lit room, mixed with Jaemin’s stuttered breaths, the faint creak of the wooden wall against his back as he struggled to stay upright.It was too much, and yet not enough. His body arched, his stomach tightening as the pleasure built higher, higher—until he shattered. His release came in pulsing waves, his legs trembling, his cries echoing into the night as Jeno held him steady, drinking in every reaction with a satisfied groan.Jaemin slumped against the wall, completely undone, his body still tingling from the aftermath. But Jeno wasn’t done yet. Rising to his feet, he leaned in, capturing Jaemin’s lips in a slow, possessive kiss, his tongue teasing against Jaemin’s own, making sure he tasted himself on Jeno’s lips.And Jaemin? He could only melt into him, knowing that this night was far from over.---Jeno didn’t give Jaemin a moment to recover. As soon as their lips parted, he scooped the trembling omega into his arms, ignoring the way Jaemin gasped softly at the sudden movement. His body was pliant, melting into Jeno’s hold as if he belonged there.The bed was just a few steps away, but every second felt stretched thin with anticipation. Jeno laid Jaemin down carefully, letting him sink into the soft sheets while he hovered over him, hands splayed on either side of Jaemin’s head. His hair was a mess, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark with desire. The sight made something deep inside Jeno growl in satisfaction.“You okay?” Jeno murmured, his voice rough, a stark contrast to the way he brushed Jaemin’s cheek with the back of his fingers.Jaemin nodded, exhaling shakily. “Yes.”Jeno’s fingers traced down his chest, slow and deliberate, his palm pressing against the rapid thrum of Jaemin’s heartbeat. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”Jaemin let out a breathless chuckle. “I don’t want you to stop.” His fingers tugged at Jeno’s wrist, guiding him lower. “Please.”Jeno groaned, dipping down to kiss him again, deeper this time, as his hands began exploring once more. His tongue slid against Jaemin’s, deepening their connection as he rolled his hips, letting Jaemin feel the weight of his arousal.Jaemin whimpered, his thighs spreading instinctively. “Jeno… don’t make me wait.”Jeno let out a low chuckle, brushing his fingers down Jaemin’s trembling stomach. “Impatient, aren’t you?”His hand drifted lower, teasing the sensitive skin of Jaemin’s inner thigh before brushing over his entrance. Jaemin gasped, his back arching, seeking more.“You ever touched yourself here?” Jeno murmured, pressing a single finger to Jaemin’s rim, feeling how he clenched at the slightest contact.Jaemin’s cheeks burned, but he nodded. “During my heats… when I was alone at the brothel.”Jeno growled softly, possessively. “Did you imagine someone touching you?”Jaemin bit his lip. “N-No.”Jeno smirked, rubbing small circles against Jaemin’s entrance, watching the way he squirmed. “What about now?”Jaemin’s breath hitched. “I… I want it to be you.”Jeno groaned at that, his restraint unraveling. He pressed a slicked-up finger inside, watching Jaemin’s lips fall open with a soft gasp. “You take me so well,” he murmured, adding another finger, stretching him gently.Jaemin’s hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling at the delicious burn. “More… Jeno, please.”Jeno leaned down, capturing Jaemin’s whimpers with a kiss as he pressed deeper, curling his fingers just right until Jaemin cried out. “Right there?” Jeno smirked, teasing.Jaemin’s nails dug into Jeno’s biceps. “Y-Yes, please, Jeno—”Jeno withdrew his fingers, slick and ready, positioning himself at Jaemin’s entrance. He met Jaemin’s gaze, searching for any hesitation. “I’ll go slow.”Jaemin nodded, his hands sliding up Jeno’s chest. “I trust you.”With that, Jeno pushed in, inch by inch, savoring the way Jaemin’s body stretched around him. Jaemin gasped, his legs wrapping around Jeno’s waist, pulling him deeper.Jeno groaned, gripping Jaemin’s hips. “You’re so tight… fuck.”Jaemin moaned, adjusting to the fullness. “M-Move, please.”Jeno obeyed, setting a slow, deep rhythm, his lips brushing Jaemin’s ear as he whispered, “You feel so good around me, Jaem.”Jaemin’s hands tangled in Jeno’s hair, pulling him into a desperate kiss. “F-Faster.”Jeno’s control snapped, and he thrust harder, their bodies moving in sync, filling the room with the sounds of their pleasure.Jaemin sobbed his name, overwhelmed by the sensation. “Jeno— I’m—”Jeno gripped Jaemin’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Come for me, Jaemin.”Jaemin’s body shuddered, his release hitting him hard as Jeno followed with a deep groan, collapsing against him.Jeno was still buried deep inside Jaemin, his cock still hard despite having already come twice. His breaths were heavy as he started to pull out, but the moment he moved, Jaemin clenched tightly around him, a soft whimper escaping his lips.Jeno stilled, his eyes widening as he looked down at Jaemin’s flushed, sweat-kissed face. “What—?” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion and arousal. “You want to go again?”Jaemin bit his lip, looking away shyly, but the way his body instinctively pressed up against Jeno gave him the answer he needed. A slow, dark smirk spread across Jeno’s lips as he rolled his hips experimentally, making Jaemin gasp.“You’re insatiable,” Jeno murmured, leaning down to capture Jaemin’s swollen lips in another heated kiss. “But if that’s what you want, I’ll give you more.” The night stretched on, their bodies moving together in a desperate, feverish rhythm. Jeno guided Jaemin through every sensation, whispering reassurances, letting their bodies communicate in ways words never could. Their first time was both intense and tender, a moment neither of them would ever forget.By the time it was over, Jaemin lay panting beneath Jeno, his body spent, his expression soft with exhaustion and something deeper—satisfaction, trust. Jeno pulled him into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to his damp forehead.Something between them had changed irrevocably.And Jeno wasn’t sure if he could ever let Jaemin go.
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Jaemin stirred awake, his body sluggish, limbs tangled in the warmth beside him. The room was dim, early morning light slipping through the paper-paneled windows, casting soft shadows over Jeno’s sleeping form. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed, yet unreadable even in sleep.Jaemin swallowed, heat creeping up his neck as the memories of the previous night surged back. The way Jeno’s hands had gripped his waist, the weight of him, the sound of his low, controlled voice. His fingers twitched, hesitant, before trailing over Jeno’s jawline, down his throat, brushing against the dips and ridges of his collarbone.Jeno shifted slightly, brows furrowing, but he didn’t wake. Jaemin took his time, tracing over the firm muscles beneath his fingertips, noting the faint scars etched over his skin—marks of battles he had fought, the life he had lived long before Jaemin entered it. His hand ghosted over Jeno’s abdomen before retreating. His heart thudded in his chest, the intimacy of it all making him restless.“You’re awake?” Jeno’s voice was husky, breaking through the silence.Jaemin stilled before glancing up. Jeno’s dark eyes were open, unreadable as ever, watching him without expression. There was no tenderness, no lingering affection—just observation. It sent a shiver down Jaemin’s spine.“I… woke up a while ago,” Jaemin admitted, voice softer than he intended.Jeno exhaled through his nose, shifting onto his side, eyes still locked onto him. “And?”Jaemin hesitated. And what? Did Jeno want him to say something? Did he expect him to pretend nothing happened or acknowledge every moment of it?“…I liked it,” Jaemin finally admitted, not looking away this time. His fingers curled against Jeno’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath. “I liked how you felt.”Jeno hummed, noncommittal. His fingers brushed over Jaemin’s hip, a fleeting touch before he pulled back. “You should rest. You’ll be sore.”Jaemin bit his lip, studying him, searching for something—anything—behind those dark eyes. But Jeno remained as impassive as ever. He wouldn’t give him anything easily, would he?“I want you again,” Jaemin said instead, voice barely above a whisper.Jeno’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze. He sat up slightly, the blanket slipping down his waist, revealing the sharp lines of his torso. “You’re persistent.”Jaemin’s face heated, but he didn’t back down. He swung a leg over Jeno’s lap, straddling him, palms resting against his shoulders. “I want to ride you.”Jeno exhaled sharply, his hands coming to settle against Jaemin’s waist. “You think you can handle that?”Jaemin’s lips parted, a response forming, but the moment he rolled his hips experimentally, Jeno’s grip tightened. A sharp breath left his lips, his restraint evident in the way his fingers pressed into Jaemin’s skin.“Slowly,” Jeno murmured, voice low.Jaemin took his time, adjusting, relishing the slow burn as he sank down onto him. His breath hitched, fingers digging into Jeno’s shoulders. The feeling was intoxicating, the stretch, the fullness—he had never felt anything like it before.Jeno let him move at his own pace, eyes half-lidded as he watched Jaemin’s every movement. His hands guided him, firm yet impersonal, offering no more than necessary.Jaemin rolled his hips, pleasure coursing through him as he found a rhythm, pressing his forehead against Jeno’s shoulder. He wanted more—needed more.“Jeno…” Jaemin whimpered, voice trembling.Jeno exhaled sharply, and for the first time, his control cracked. His grip tightened before he shifted, hands moving to Jaemin’s thighs as he took over, thrusting up into him with a force that left Jaemin gasping.“Fuck—” Jaemin’s nails raked down Jeno’s back, his body arching at the sheer intensity of it.Jeno didn’t slow down. If anything, he grew rougher, his thrusts deep and punishing, his grip keeping Jaemin from slipping away. His expression was unreadable, but his actions spoke volumes.Jaemin could barely breathe, his moans turning into desperate cries as pleasure built and built, his body pushed beyond what he thought it could handle. His thighs trembled, his body wracked with sensation as Jeno continued, relentless and unyielding.“J-Jeno—”Jeno didn’t stop. If anything, he only held Jaemin closer, his breath hot against his ear as he murmured, “You wanted this, didn’t you?”Jaemin could only nod weakly, his body shuddering, every sense overwhelmed until pleasure finally consumed him entirely. His mind went blank, his body convulsing as he came undone, pleasure rippling through him in waves.Jeno followed soon after, his body tensing, grip tightening before he spilled inside Jaemin, breathing ragged.For a long moment, neither of them moved, the only sound in the room their uneven breaths.Jaemin slumped forward, his body spent, head resting against Jeno’s shoulder. Jeno didn’t push him away, but he didn’t pull him closer either.Jaemin wanted to say something—anything—but words failed him. And when Jeno finally pulled away, slipping out of him and settling him onto the bed, he knew better than to ask for more.Jeno was still a mystery. And no matter how close they got, Jaemin wasn’t sure if he would ever truly understand him.---Jaemin wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily as he sat on the edge of the wooden training platform. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the courtyard, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Jisung and Chenle, who were both sprawled out beside him, equally exhausted.“That was brutal,” Chenle groaned, lying flat on his back. “Who thought it was a good idea to train this long?”“You,” Jisung muttered, eyes closed as he leaned against a wooden pillar. “You were the one who kept saying, ‘One more round.’”Jaemin chuckled, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. He had been training under Jisung’s guidance, learning basic self-defense. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel a little less helpless.After a moment of silence, he casually asked, “Where’s Jeno?”Chenle turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You miss him already?”Jaemin scoffed, picking up a stray twig and tossing it at him. “I was just asking.”Jisung answered without opening his eyes. “He left earlier. Something about handling patrol rotations.”Jaemin nodded, pretending not to feel disappointed. There was a brief lull in the conversation before he spoke again, trying to sound casual. “Does he… have an omega?”Chenle immediately sat up, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Now, this is interesting.”Jaemin shot him an unimpressed look. “It was just a question.”Chenle grinned. “No, it wasn’t.”Jisung sighed, rubbing his temple. “If you’re asking whether Jeno has a concubine, then no. He doesn’t entertain any of them.”Jaemin tilted his head. “Really?”Chenle stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles. “He’s too busy playing shadow to the Crown Prince. That man probably sleeps less than all of us combined.” Then he smirked. “But he’s not exactly innocent either.”Jaemin frowned. “What do you mean?”Jisung hesitated slightly, but Chenle had no such reservations. “When his rut hits, he usually finds an omega from outside the palace. Nothing serious—just to take the edge off.”Jaemin’s fingers unconsciously tightened around the fabric of his sleeve. He wasn’t sure why that answer sat so uncomfortably in his chest. It wasn’t as if Jeno belonged to him.Chenle, always quick to pick up on things, watched him closely before smirking. “You don’t look too happy about that.”Jaemin scoffed. “Why would I care?”Chenle laughed, leaning toward him. “I don’t know, you tell me.”Jaemin rolled his eyes, turning away. “You’re insufferable.”Jisung, who had been quiet, observed the interaction with a knowing look. Unlike Chenle, he didn’t tease. But he made a note of Jaemin’s reaction, storing it away for later.Because Jaemin might not admit it yet, but Jisung could tell.He was starting to care. ---The night air was cool, a soft breeze rustling through the trees as Jaemin sat outside the quarters, absentmindedly running his fingers over the rim of his empty teacup.Dinner had been quiet tonight—Chenle and Jisung had bickered as usual, but Jaemin’s mind had been elsewhere. He had been waiting for Jeno to return, though he wasn’t sure why.The sound of footsteps approaching broke his thoughts.Jaemin looked up just as Jeno stepped into the courtyard. He looked tense, his jaw set, his gaze focused ahead as if deep in thought.“You’re late,” Jaemin said before he could stop himself.Jeno barely glanced at him. “Had things to take care of.”Jaemin frowned, watching as Jeno walked past him, heading toward his quarters.“…Jeno.”The alpha stopped, turning slightly. “What?”Jaemin hesitated. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to ask, only that something about Jeno’s demeanor felt off.“You look troubled,” he finally said.Jeno exhaled, glancing at the dark sky before answering. “We might have to return to the palace sooner than expected.”Jaemin’s fingers stiffened around the cup in his hands.The palace.The words settled in his stomach like a heavy stone.For weeks, the palace had felt like a distant memory, something that existed beyond the walls of this quiet place. He had let himself become wrapped up in this strange, uncertain thing between him and Jeno. But now, reality was crashing back in.He wasn’t here because of Jeno.He was here because of Mark.His little bubble of ignorance had burst.Jaemin forced a small smile. “I see.”Jeno studied him for a moment, but whatever he was looking for, he didn’t seem to find it.“You should rest early tonight.” His voice was unreadable.Jaemin had let himself believe—just for a moment—that maybe Jeno was feeling the same way he was. That there was something unspoken between them. But the ease in Jeno’s demeanor made Jaemin wonder if he had imagined everything.“…Right,” he murmured, forcing a small nod. “I’ll do that.”Jeno said nothing more, simply returning to his routine as if the conversation hadn’t meant anything at all.Jaemin turned away, his stomach twisting uncomfortably, unsure whether he was more upset with Jeno—Or himself.
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Jeno had always been disciplined when it came to his emotions. He had spent years training himself to remain composed, unaffected, untethered. In his line of work—being at the Crown Prince’s side, ensuring that everything moved according to plan—there was no space for distractions. But Jaemin was proving to be the one exception he had never prepared for.The night before still lingered in his mind like a brand seared onto his skin. He could still feel Jaemin’s heat around him, the delicate tremors of his body, the desperate way he had clung to him. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure—Jeno had known enough omegas to recognize the difference. This was something else. Something dangerous.He had lost himself in Jaemin, surrendering to instincts he had spent years suppressing. The way Jaemin had moaned his name, the way his scent had wrapped around Jeno like a drug—his alpha had roared to life, demanding more, demanding to claim. And for the first time in his life, Jeno had nearly given in.His teeth had grazed the soft skin of Jaemin’s nape, his instincts screaming at him to mark, to make Jaemin his. His hold had tightened, his pace turning desperate, his mind clouded with a primal urge he had never experienced so strongly before. Even when he had pulled away, the phantom sensation of Jaemin beneath him had lingered, refusing to let go.And that was the problem.Jaemin wasn’t his.Jaemin was the Crown Prince’s concubine.Jeno exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands over his face. His alpha was still restless, still pacing inside his chest like a beast denied its rightful prey. It wanted Jaemin, craved him in a way that felt disturbingly real. And worst of all, Jeno was starting to suspect that Jaemin felt it too.Jaemin looked at him differently now, with something close to yearning in his gaze. It was subtle—barely there—but Jeno had spent too many years reading people to miss it. The way Jaemin’s eyes sought him in a crowd, the way he hesitated before speaking to him, the way his scent turned just a bit sweeter when they were alone.It should have meant nothing. It should have been easy to ignore. But Jeno found himself hyper-aware of every small shift, every fleeting glance, every moment that passed between them.And that was precisely why he needed to put distance between them.So he had hardened himself the next morning, keeping his touches brief, his words curt. He had forced himself to be indifferent, knowing that anything else would only make things worse. He had seen the flicker of hurt in Jaemin’s eyes, the slight falter in his voice when Jeno hadn’t responded to his hesitant attempts at conversation. But it was necessary.Jaemin could not fall for him. Jeno could not fall for Jaemin.There was no world where this could end well.So he would bury it, as he had buried everything else.Even if a part of him—the part still drunk on Jaemin’s scent—refused to let it go. ---Jeno was seated in his study when the letter arrived, sealed with the royal insignia. The moment he laid eyes on it, he knew it would not contain good news. Breaking the seal, he unfolded the parchment, his sharp gaze scanning the hurriedly written words.**Urgent summons.**The capital was in unrest. Rebels had begun causing disturbances in the city, and while the palace guards had the situation under control for now, Mark required Jeno’s immediate presence. There was no further explanation—only an order to return as soon as possible.Jeno exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. He had anticipated something like this, but not so soon. Folding the letter, he set it aside before rising to his feet, already formulating a plan in his mind. There was little time left.He called for Jisung, Chenle, Aeri, and Minjeong, relaying the message with his usual authority. “We’re leaving in two days. Ensure everything is in order.”Jisung furrowed his brows. “So soon? What happened?”“A situation in the capital,” Jeno said curtly. “No need for details, just be ready.”The group exchanged glances but knew better than to question him further. They dispersed to handle their respective tasks, leaving Jeno alone once more.He should have immediately occupied himself with the remaining work—finalizing reports, ensuring supplies were accounted for, making sure their departure would be seamless. And he did. He spent hours ensuring nothing was left incomplete, every moment filled with calculated efficiency.Yet, no matter how much he busied himself, there was one lingering thought he could not shake.
Once they left this place, he wouldn’t be able to touch Jaemin again.
The realization sat like a weight in his chest, pressing deeper with every passing second. No more stolen nights, no more indulgence in the warmth of Jaemin’s body. No more surrendering to something he shouldn’t even want in the first place.His fingers curled into fists as he let out a slow breath, pushing the thought away. This was how it had to be. The moment they returned to the palace, Jaemin would be back where he belonged—beside Mark. And Jeno… Jeno would remain where he always had, in the shadows, ensuring that nothing threatened the prince’s rule.That was his role.It always had been.---The night before their departure, Jeno sat alone in his chamber, the dim candlelight flickering against the wooden walls. His mind was already weighed down by the impending return to the palace, but another thought pressed against him with equal force—this would be his last night here with Jaemin. He had forced himself to stay distant, to bury his emotions deep where they wouldn’t reach the surface, yet it only made them fester stronger inside him.A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.Jeno turned his head as Jaemin stepped inside, hesitant but determined, a small package clutched in his hands. The omega’s eyes were gentle, carrying something unreadable within their depths. He approached slowly, the glow of the candle illuminating his delicate features, making him appear almost fragile in the moment.“I wanted to give you this,” Jaemin said, holding out the package wrapped in soft cloth. “I bought it at the silk fair that day.”Jeno hesitated for a second before taking it from him. He unfolded the cloth to reveal a finely woven scarf, smooth and cool against his fingers. The material was expensive, likely something Jaemin had spent a good portion of his savings on. The thought of him carefully selecting this gift made Jeno’s chest ache.“It’s for you,” Jaemin continued, offering a small smile. “I just… wanted to thank you. For everything. For being patient with me. For teaching me. I know I was difficult sometimes, but you never made me feel small. And I…” He swallowed, his gaze dropping slightly. “I’m glad my first time was with you.”Jeno’s fingers tightened around the fabric. He kept his face neutral, his expression unreadable, though inside, he was struggling to keep himself composed. He wanted to reach out, to touch Jaemin, to pull him into his arms and tell him how much he had taken hold of his thoughts, his instincts—his very being. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.So instead, he simply nodded and accepted the scarf without a word.Jaemin’s smile wavered at the silence. For a brief moment, it looked like he was expecting something more, but Jeno refused to let himself give in. He watched as Jaemin’s disappointment flickered across his face before the omega quickly masked it, stepping back.“Goodnight, Jeno,” Jaemin murmured, his voice quieter now, more subdued.Jeno only gave him a slight nod, gripping the scarf tightly in his hands as he watched Jaemin turn and leave, closing the door softly behind him.The moment Jaemin was gone, Jeno exhaled sharply, his hand running down his face as frustration curled deep in his chest. He had done what needed to be done. But then why did it feel like he had just lost something irreplaceable?
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Jaemin stood outside Jeno’s chamber for a moment after the door closed behind him, the weight of disappointment settling deep in his chest. He had expected nothing—he had told himself over and over not to hope—but still, Jeno’s silence cut through him in a way he hadn’t prepared for.He clutched the folds of his robe, fingers trembling slightly. He should have known better. Jeno had always been distant, always careful with him, always holding back. But for a fleeting moment, Jaemin had allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—he had meant something more. That the nights they had spent together had meant something more.Swallowing hard, he turned on his heel and walked away, his steps quiet against the wooden floor. He didn’t want to go back to his chamber yet. The thought of lying in his bed alone, staring at the ceiling, drowning in thoughts of Jeno, was unbearable. Instead, he found himself wandering through the estate, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows along the corridors. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside, the distant murmur of guards making their rounds.His hands curled into fists. He had given Jeno everything—his trust, his body, his first time—and yet Jeno had given him nothing in return. Not even a word of acknowledgement. Not even a hint of what he truly felt.Jaemin wasn’t foolish. He had seen the way Jeno looked at him when he thought no one was watching. He had felt the hesitation in Jeno’s touch, the way his fingers sometimes lingered just a moment too long. He had caught the brief flickers of emotion behind those guarded eyes, the way Jeno seemed to war with himself whenever they were close.And yet…Jeno had chosen silence.The cold reality of their situation pressed down on him. What had he expected? That Jeno would suddenly change, confess that he felt the same? That he would throw caution to the wind and take Jaemin into his arms? No. Jeno was a man of duty, of discipline. He would never allow himself to stray from the path he had carved for himself.Jaemin forced himself to breathe deeply, to steady his racing thoughts. Tomorrow, they would leave this place. They would return to the palace, and everything would go back to the way it was meant to be. He would be Mark’s concubine. Jeno would be Mark’s most trusted man. Their paths would diverge, as they were always meant to.So why did it feel like he was leaving a part of himself behind?He stopped walking, his eyes lifting toward the sky. The moon hung high above, casting its pale glow over the estate. For a long moment, he simply stood there, allowing the cool night air to wash over him, to calm the storm inside his chest.“Foolish,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head. “I’m being foolish.”But even as he said the words, he knew they weren’t entirely true. Because the ache in his heart, the longing in his bones, told him otherwise.Tomorrow, he would smile. He would act as if nothing had changed. He would play his role perfectly, as he always had.And he would bury this feeling, just as Jeno had. ---Jaemin sat quietly in the carriage as they approached the palace gates, his fingers curled into his lap. The journey back had been long and uneventful, yet his mind had been anything but still. He had spent the entire trip replaying the night before, the way Jeno had looked at him—silent, unreadable—as he handed him the scarf. The way Jeno hadn’t said anything in return, hadn’t acknowledged the meaning behind his words.The disappointment still lingered in his chest, but there was no time to dwell on it now.The grand gates of the palace loomed before them, and as the carriage slowed to a stop, reality settled back in. He was no longer in that quiet village, no longer in Jeno’s presence. He was back where he belonged—back where he was expected to serve a purpose.As soon as he stepped into the palace grounds, a royal attendant approached him. "Concubine Na Jaemin, Lady Yoona has summoned you immediately."Jaemin barely had time to collect himself before he was led through the familiar halls. Everything felt colder, more distant, compared to the warm lantern-lit nights he had spent under the stars with Jeno. But he pushed those thoughts aside as the doors to Yoona’s chambers opened before him.Yoona sat poised, as elegant and intimidating as ever. She studied him for a long moment before gesturing for him to step forward. Jaemin lowered his gaze slightly in deference, waiting for her to speak."You have returned." Her tone was neutral, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. "I assume you understand what is expected of you now."Jaemin swallowed and nodded. "Yes, my lady."Yoona’s lips curved in a knowing smile. "Good. Your time away was meant to prepare you for the duties you will now undertake. You are no longer an untrained outsider—you are a concubine of the Crown Prince. And that means you must act accordingly."She stood and walked around him, her gaze assessing. "Renjun has set a fine example of what it means to be favored. Do you know what he has achieved?"Jaemin hesitated before shaking his head.Yoona’s expression remained unreadable. "He has secured a place of influence, a voice that is heard. He has the Crown Prince’s attention, his trust. And in return, he is taken care of in ways you cannot yet imagine." She leaned in slightly. "If you play your part well, you could have the same."Jaemin clenched his fists at his sides. He had never desired power, never wanted to manipulate his way into favor. But then, Yoona’s next words struck him like a blow to the chest."I know you are looking for your family."His breath caught, his head snapping up to meet her gaze. Yoona tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes at his reaction."Yes, I know," she continued smoothly. "And let me assure you, being in the Crown Prince’s good graces will open doors that would otherwise remain shut. If you wish to find them, if you wish to know what became of them, you must ensure that His Highness sees you as more than just another concubine."Jaemin’s pulse pounded in his ears. He had spent years chasing shadows, searching for clues about his lost family with no real progress. If Mark had the power to help him… if he could use this position to finally get answers…Yoona smiled, seeing the flicker of resolve in his eyes. "Good. Now, go and rest for tonight. Soon Crown Prince will be expecting you."---The evening sun cast long shadows across the palace courtyard as the lanterns flickered to life, their warm glow illuminating the winding corridors. The air was thick with the scent of blooming night jasmine, a reminder that another day had slipped into night.Jaemin sat in his chamber, staring at his reflection in the polished bronze mirror. His fingers trembled slightly as they trailed over the fine silk laid out before him. Aeri and Minjeong had chosen an outfit that left little to the imagination—delicate, sheer layers that clung to his form, designed to entice, to seduce.Tonight, he would give himself to the Crown Prince.Aeri and Minjeong moved around him in quiet efficiency, their gazes soft yet knowing. Pitying. Jaemin ignored it. He had long since steeled himself against sympathy. It served no purpose now. If Jeno had not thought it necessary to voice his feelings, then Jaemin had no reason to hold onto his own. His path was clear.He sat still as Minjeong applied scented oil to his wrists and collarbone, the faint aroma of white lotus filling the air. Aeri worked on his hair, weaving delicate ornaments into the strands. Every touch, every detail was designed to make him irresistible.He had overheard the palace whispers—Mark was tense, troubled by the unrest in the city, the growing rebellion that threatened his reign. Jaemin would use that to his advantage. If he played his part well, if he pleased Mark enough, perhaps he could gain his favor. And favor meant power. Power meant influence. Influence meant the chance to find his lost family.That was all that mattered now.By the time the preparations were complete, Jaemin barely recognized himself. His reflection was a vision of seduction—flushed lips, kohl-lined eyes, silken robes that threatened to slip off his shoulders with the barest movement.Aeri hesitated before handing him the final piece of his attire—a delicate golden chain that draped over his exposed collarbone, marking him as belonging to the royal harem.“Are you ready?” Minjeong asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.Jaemin’s smile was empty. “It doesn’t matter if I am.”With slow, deliberate steps, he made his way to Mark’s chamber, his heart pounding not with nervousness, but with determination.Tonight, he would ensure the Crown Prince never looked away from him again.---As soon as he stepped inside, the scent of alcohol hit him. The room was dimly lit, golden light flickering against the walls. Mark and Jeno sat at a low table, scattered with scrolls and documents. Mark had a cup of wine in his hand, his expression taut with tension. His broad shoulders were rigid, and even in the soft glow of the lanterns, Jaemin could see the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.Jaemin’s gaze drifted to Jeno, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment. Goosebumps prickled along his skin. He tried to read Jeno’s expression, but, as always, Jeno was a master at hiding what he felt. His face remained unreadable, his posture stiff as he turned his attention back to the discussion.“Oh, Jaemin. You’re already here,” Mark finally acknowledged him, his voice laced with exhaustion. He gestured toward the bedroom with a lazy wave of his hand. “Wait for me inside. I won’t be long.”Jaemin cast one last glance at Jeno before lowering his gaze and stepping into the adjoining chamber. The air inside was warmer, laced with lingering traces of Mark’s scent. The silence stretched around him, broken only by muffled voices from the other room. Moments later, he heard the sound of footsteps—Jeno leaving. Then, another set—Mark approaching.Jaemin’s pulse quickened as the Crown Prince entered, his gaze dark as it swept over Jaemin’s form from head to toe. Mark smirked, stepping closer. “You look even more beautiful than before,” he murmured, fingers trailing over the thin fabric covering Jaemin’s shoulder. His voice dropped, amusement tinged with something darker. “I expect not to be disappointed tonight.”Jaemin swallowed hard, forcing a serene smile onto his lips. “I will do my best, Your Highness.”Mark chuckled, reaching for the wine. “We’ll relax first,” he said, pouring the deep red liquid into two cups. He handed one to Jaemin, then paused. “No. Make me drink it yourself.”Jaemin hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, lifting the cup to Mark’s lips. But before he could tilt it, Mark caught his wrist, pulling him down onto his lap.“Like this,” Mark murmured, smirking as Jaemin’s body tensed against him. “Go on.”Jaemin steadied his breathing, carefully tilting the cup to Mark’s lips. The Crown Prince drank slowly, his fingers pressing into Jaemin’s waist as he held him in place. When he was done, he took the cup from Jaemin’s hands and brought it to Jaemin’s lips instead.“Drink,” he ordered, his voice husky.Jaemin obeyed, the taste of wine rich and slightly bitter on his tongue. The moment the glass was empty, Mark set it aside. His hands remained firm on Jaemin’s waist, fingers kneading the soft flesh beneath the silk. “So soft,” Mark murmured, tilting his head to press open-mouthed kisses along Jaemin’s collarbone.Jaemin sucked in a breath, his mind telling him to relax, to surrender. Mark’s lips trailed lower, sucking and biting as he left possessive marks against his pale skin. Jaemin forced himself to focus, to let go—this was the price he had to pay, the path he had chosen.But when Mark’s lips finally crashed against his own, Jaemin’s mind betrayed him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and in that moment, he pretended—pretended that the lips claiming him so hungrily belonged to someone else.Jeno.He drowned himself in the illusion, allowing his body to move on instinct as Mark’s hands roamed freely. The passion, the desire—it was all a game, and he would play his part perfectly.After what felt like an eternity, Mark lifted him effortlessly and carried him to the bed, his eyes burning with raw hunger. As he stripped off his robes, he smirked down at Jaemin. “You made me wait too long,” he said darkly. “Tonight, I won’t be gentle.”Jaemin barely reacted, his body still buzzing from the wine and the weight of his own thoughts. As Mark settled between his legs, Jaemin let himself drift away from reality, losing himself in the only place that brought him comfort—the fantasy that it was Jeno above him, touching him, claiming him.Not Mark.
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Jeno lingered in Mark’s chamber longer than necessary, his fingers absentmindedly tracing over the edges of the scattered documents on the table. He should have left by now. His work for the night was done—Mark had been briefed on the latest rebel movement, the forces gathering in the outskirts of the city, and the growing whispers of Taeyong’s name in the underground. He had done his duty, and yet, he remained seated, feigning interest in a report he had already memorized.
The wine on Mark’s table remained untouched for a while as Jeno went over the reports again. Taeyong’s name was appearing more frequently in the intercepted messages, a ghost rising from the shadows of past betrayals. The rebellion was growing bolder. Their attacks were no longer isolated; they were calculated, meant to test the boundaries of the palace’s reach. If they weren’t stopped soon, the consequences could be disastrous—not just for Mark’s reign, but for the entire dynasty.Jeno’s jaw clenched as he stared at the maps before him, his mind clouded with frustration. Ever since they returned to the palace, he had thrown himself entirely into the matter of the rebellion. It was easier that way. Every hour spent tracking informants, decoding secret messages, and devising strategies was an hour he didn’t have to think about Jaemin. Or how Jaemin was no longer his to protect. No longer his to guide.Yet, even in his most ruthless state, even as he focused on quelling the chaos that could threaten Mark’s ascension to the throne, Jaemin remained in the back of his mind, an ache he couldn't soothe.And tonight, he would be Mark’s.Jeno almost flinched when the doors opened, and Jaemin stepped inside. The moment their eyes met, Jeno felt the breath leave his lungs. Jaemin looked breathtaking—adorned in sheer silk that left little to the imagination, his skin glowing under the dim candlelight. Every detail was meticulously arranged, from the delicate ornaments in his hair to the faint fragrance of white lotus clinging to him. He was beautiful.But not for him.Jaemin’s gaze locked onto his, and for the briefest moment, Jeno searched for something—some hesitation, some lingering hope. But there was nothing. Just resignation. Acceptance.Jaemin had given up on him.A sharp pang twisted in Jeno’s chest, something dangerously close to regret. Had he pushed him away too far? Had his silence, his restraint, led to this? He had thought himself noble, convincing himself that he was protecting Jaemin by keeping his distance. That if he never gave in, never let himself want, Jaemin would be spared the pain of desiring something he could never have.But Jaemin had wanted him anyway.And now, he had stopped.“Oh, Jaemin, you’re already here.” Mark’s voice broke the heavy silence, drawing Jaemin’s attention away from him. The Crown Prince leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping idly against the rim of his wine cup. He looked at Jaemin with open appreciation, eyes raking over his form with a pleased smirk. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll join you soon.”Jeno watched as Jaemin hesitated, just for a moment, before lowering his gaze and bowing his head. Without another word, he turned and disappeared behind the silk curtain leading to Mark’s chambers.Jeno felt his nails dig into his palm.He had drawn out this meeting with Mark for as long as he could, giving excuse after excuse, delaying the inevitable. But in the end, it had been futile. Jaemin was Mark’s now. And Jeno had no right to want otherwise.His chest tightened as he pushed back his chair, forcing himself to stand. “I’ll take my leave now, Your Highness.”Mark hummed in acknowledgment, already pouring himself another glass of wine, his focus clearly elsewhere. Jeno gave a deep bow before turning on his heel, forcing himself not to glance at the entrance of the bedroom. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen next. He didn’t want to think about Mark’s hands on Jaemin, about the soft sounds Jaemin would make—sounds that should have been his to hear.He walked out with steady steps, but the moment the door shut behind him, he let out a slow, shuddering breath.Tonight, he would drown himself in war strategies, rebel reports, anything to silence the wretched sound of his own heart breaking.---Jeno didn’t go to his chamber. He couldn’t. His feet carried him to the nearby balcony, a place where the night stretched endlessly before him, where he had once stood waiting for Jaemin on the night of his first summons to Mark’s chamber. That night, Jaemin had emerged, untouched, shaking, barely holding himself together.Tonight, the doors remained closed.Jeno leaned against the cool marble railing, hands tightening into fists as he stared at the entrance to Mark’s chamber, willing it to open. He told himself he was only ensuring Jaemin was safe, that if Jaemin left, if he faltered again, Jeno would at least be there to see him off. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was the last strand of hope he hadn’t yet severed—the desperate, foolish wish that Jaemin would walk away once more, that he would still hesitate, still waver, still need Jeno the way Jeno had come to need him.But the doors never opened.Minutes turned to hours. The night grew colder, the stars shifting as time dragged forward, and still, Jaemin did not appear. The palace was silent, save for the distant sounds of guards changing shifts. The candlelight in Mark’s chamber continued to flicker behind the delicate silk screens, casting blurred shadows that Jeno refused to look at. Every now and then, he thought he heard something—a faint murmur, a soft sigh—but he forced himself to block it out, to drown in the crushing silence instead.The realization settled like a blade carving into his chest.Jaemin wasn’t coming out.Jeno clenched his jaw, his throat burning with an unfamiliar ache. He had lost. He had pushed Jaemin away for too long, locked his feelings behind duty for too long, and now there was nothing left to salvage. The battle had been fought, and he had surrendered without even realizing it.When dawn broke, spilling pale light over the palace, Jeno finally moved. His body was stiff, cold, drained of everything but the hollow ache deep inside him. He turned away, walking back to his chamber with slow, heavy steps, feeling every bit of the loss settle into his bones.But sleep did not come.Jeno sat at the edge of his bed, eyes unseeing as the first rays of morning cast long shadows across the floor. His mind was empty and yet unbearably full, every thought leading back to the same place, to the same person he had spent so long pretending not to want.With a quiet sigh, he rose and walked to the chest in the corner of his chamber. His fingers traced the engraved patterns on the wood before he lifted the lid, reaching inside until he found what he was looking for.A silk dress, folded carefully, untouched.He remembered the day he bought it. Jaemin had been fascinated by the fabric when they had passed by the silk market—his fingers grazing over the delicate embroidery, eyes soft with longing. But he had hesitated, reluctant to spend what little he had on something so frivolous. Jeno had watched, silent, as Jaemin eventually pulled his hand away, shaking his head as if convincing himself it wasn’t worth it.So Jeno had bought it.He had told himself he would give it to Jaemin one day. That when things settled, when he could figure out how to be less of a coward, he would hand it to him and watch his eyes light up with that same quiet happiness.But that day had never come.Jeno’s grip tightened around the silk, his throat constricting as he pressed the fabric against his face, inhaling the faint scent of lotus and something that had never truly belonged to him.Jaemin had given up on him.And now, it was Jeno’s turn to let go.--- The morning air was crisp, the palace grounds still bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Jeno had spent the entire night restless, unable to rid himself of the image of Jaemin disappearing behind Mark’s chamber doors. His body was exhausted, but his mind refused to surrender to sleep. And so, against all logic, he found himself in the concubine quarters, walking with no real destination, yet his steps seemed to know exactly where they were leading him.Jaemin’s room.The door was closed, the intricate wood carvings untouched since the night before. Jeno hesitated, feeling the weight of his own foolishness. What was he expecting? That Jaemin would be inside, untouched, waiting for him like some cruel dream?Still, he had to know.He turned to one of the palace maids lingering nearby, her head bowed as she arranged a tray of herbal tea. “Has Jaemin returned yet?” His voice was steady, indifferent, as if the answer did not have the power to unravel him.The maid blinked in surprise, glancing briefly at his expression before lowering her gaze. “No, my Lord. He has not left the Crown Prince’s chambers since last night.”Jeno’s breath hitched.A night. An entire night.Something cold and suffocating clawed at his chest, the unshakable truth settling deep within him. Jaemin had not only surrendered to Mark—he had stayed.He turned away abruptly, not trusting himself to speak. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails pressing into the skin to ground himself. This was what he had wanted, wasn’t it? To distance himself, to let Jaemin accept his place beside Mark? Then why did it feel like his world was breaking apart?“Strange place for the Commander of the Royal Guards to be so early in the morning,” a voice interrupted his thoughts.Jeno inhaled sharply before composing himself. Renjun stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and knowing.“Didn’t take you for someone who frequents the concubine quarters,” Renjun mused, tilting his head slightly. “Unless, of course, you’re looking for someone in particular.”Jeno remained silent.Renjun’s lips curled into something between amusement and cruelty. “I wonder, are you here as the Crown Prince’s loyal right-hand man? Or as something else?”Jeno’s jaw clenched. “You should watch your words, Renjun.”“Or what?” Renjun stepped closer, voice lowering to a near whisper. “You’ll deny it? Pretend you don’t care?”Jeno exhaled harshly. “He belongs to Mark now.”Renjun smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Perhaps. But tell me, Jeno—is that what he wanted?”The words struck something deep within him, something he had fought desperately to suppress. His mind flashed back to the way Jaemin had looked at him last night—not with hope, not with longing, but with quiet acceptance. As if he had finally understood that Jeno was never going to choose him.Renjun watched him closely, waiting for a response, but Jeno had none to give. He had no right to answer that question. No right to think about it any longer.Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Renjun’s knowing gaze behind him. But the weight of the conversation clung to him, suffocating and undeniable.Because Renjun was right.And Jeno hated that more than anything else.---Jeno stood frozen as Jaemin stepped out from behind the grand doors of Mark’s chamber, the soft glow of dusk painting delicate hues over the concubine’s fragile form. His silk robes clung to him, slightly disheveled, the deep red of the fabric a stark contrast to the pale expanse of his neck—a neck littered with Mark’s marks.Something inside Jeno shattered.The sight of it twisted in his gut like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. He had known. Of course, he had known what would happen behind those doors. But knowing it and seeing the aftermath were entirely different things. Jaemin walked with careful steps, his head bowed slightly, the grace in his movements tainted by exhaustion. He looked untouched by the world but ruined in ways only an alpha could understand. And Jeno hated that he could see it so clearly. Hated that another alpha’s scent was woven into Jaemin’s very skin.Jaemin’s eyes lifted, and for the briefest moment, their gazes locked.Jeno sucked in a breath. There, in those dark, glassy depths, he saw it—the weight of surrender, the quiet devastation. And then, just as quickly, a film of tears clouded Jaemin’s expression before he turned away, as if he could no longer bear the sight of Jeno standing there.Jeno’s heart pounded violently in his chest. "Jaemin—"Jaemin kept walking.Jeno stepped forward instinctively, reaching out, but his fingers curled into a fist at his side. He had no right. He had given up that right the moment he chose silence over courage, the moment he let Jaemin slip through his grasp without a fight.Regret was a heavy weight on his shoulders, pressing down like an unbearable burden. He should have done something. He should have spoken to Mark, should have told him the truth before it was too late. Before Jaemin had to go through all of this. Before Jaemin gave up.But he never did.And now, watching Jaemin disappear down the corridor without another glance back, Jeno finally understood what it meant to lose something before ever having it at all.
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The morning light seeped through the silk curtains, casting a golden glow over the elaborate chamber. Jaemin blinked slowly, the weight of exhaustion settling deep into his bones. His body ached, the dull soreness a reminder of the night before. He could feel the lingering traces of Mark’s scent, heavy and unshakable, enveloping him like invisible chains.Mark's arm was draped possessively over Jaemin's waist, his grip firm even in sleep. It was warm. Stifling. Jaemin swallowed, staring up at the canopy above. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, unmoving, his thoughts a tangled mess of resignation and longing.He should feel honored.That’s what the others would say. What Yoona had told him before he had first stepped into these chambers.But he didn’t.He only felt emptiness where something else should have been.Mark shifted beside him, murmuring something incoherent as he pulled Jaemin closer. The breath caught in Jaemin’s throat. It was easy to pretend, to melt into the warmth. To let himself believe, just for a second, that this was what he had always wanted.Except it wasn’t.A deep sigh left his lips as he carefully tried to move, but Mark tightened his grip. "Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.Jaemin closed his eyes. "Your Highness, I should prepare for the day."Mark exhaled slowly before loosening his hold, his fingers trailing lazily over Jaemin’s skin before retreating. "Fine. But have breakfast with me."Jaemin nodded, slipping out of bed and reaching for his robe. He could feel Mark’s gaze on him, a weight that pressed against his every movement. Even after he had been dismissed, he knew he wasn’t truly free.The morning passed in a haze.Breakfast was a quiet affair. Mark seemed unusually relaxed, his touches lingering as he reached for Jaemin’s hand, as he brushed stray strands of hair from Jaemin’s face. It should have made Jaemin feel secure. Instead, it only deepened the ache in his chest.“Are you always this quiet?” Mark questioned, watching him over the rim of his wine cup.Jaemin forced a small smile. "I'm only tired."Mark hummed, as if considering his words, before setting his cup down. "Then rest some more. You are now mine, Jaemin. You do not have to rush to return. You can use my chamber freely."Jaemin nodded, not trusting his voice to respond.By midday, Mark had fallen asleep again, his breathing even and calm. Jaemin remained awake, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t dare move, didn’t dare let his thoughts wander to the one person who would never hold him like this.Would never claim him as his own.By evening, Mark finally allowed him to leave, pressing a lingering kiss against his lips before dismissing him. Jaemin bowed deeply, turned, and walked away. He did not look back.As he stepped outside, the cool air greeted him, but it did nothing to soothe the tightness in his chest. His body still carried Mark’s touch, his skin marred with bruises and the undeniable scent of the Crown Prince. The concubine corridors were quiet, the sky a deepening shade of twilight.Then he saw him.Jeno stood at the edge of the walkway, partially hidden in the shadows, his eyes locked onto Jaemin the moment he stepped into view.Jaemin froze.The air between them felt charged, an invisible pull drawing them together and yet forcing them apart all at once. Jeno's gaze flickered down, taking in the evidence of the night Jaemin had spent with Mark. His jaw clenched, fingers curling into fists at his sides.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Jaemin saw it then—the raw anguish in Jeno’s eyes, the turmoil that mirrored his own. But there was something else, something that made his breath hitch in his throat.Regret.A lump formed in Jaemin’s throat, his vision blurring as tears welled up, unbidden and unstoppable. He had promised himself he wouldn’t cry. That he wouldn’t let Jeno see the extent of his pain. But as he stood there, with Jeno looking at him as if he had finally realized what he had lost, the dam broke.His first tear fell.Jeno took an instinctive step forward. “Jaemin—”Jaemin turned away.He walked past him, each step feeling heavier than the last. Jeno’s voice rang out again, desperate.“Jaemin, wait—”But he didn’t.He couldn’t.He kept walking until Jeno was nothing but a presence behind him, until the corridors swallowed him whole. ---Jaemin walked through the quiet palace garden, his fingers grazing the soft petals of the blooming peonies. The morning air was crisp, yet the weight in his chest made it hard to breathe. His thoughts were a tangled mess, a never-ending loop of regret, longing, and the inescapable reality of his place in the palace.Jeno’s face wouldn’t leave his mind. The way he had looked at him last night—like Jaemin was a wound that refused to heal. Like he was something Jeno had lost before he could ever truly have. And then there was Mark. His warmth, his possessiveness, the way he held Jaemin close as if claiming every part of him. It was overwhelming, and yet, Jaemin couldn’t shake the cold emptiness in his heart.A sigh escaped his lips as he came to a halt near the lotus pond, watching the water ripple lazily beneath the surface. He wished, just for a moment, that he could disappear into this serenity and leave everything behind—his tangled emotions, the palace, the past he could never reclaim.“You look lost in thought,” a familiar voice broke through the quiet morning.Jaemin turned to see Jisung approaching, his sharp eyes filled with unspoken concern. Unlike the carefree boy Jaemin had once known, Jisung carried himself with the weight of his responsibilities now, the role he played in the palace shaping him into something sterner, more watchful.“I could say the same about you,” Jaemin replied, forcing a small smile.Jisung studied him for a moment before sighing. “Are you okay?”Jaemin hesitated. “Of course,” he said, but the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.Jisung wasn’t convinced. “Is this… what you wanted?” His voice was careful, but Jaemin could hear the deeper question beneath it.Jaemin turned away, watching the ripples in the pond again. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” he murmured. “This is the path I have now.”Jisung exhaled sharply. “That’s not an answer.”Before Jaemin could respond, another voice cut in.“What are you two whispering about?”Chenle strolled toward them, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe. His usual mischievous smirk was in place, but Jaemin knew Chenle well enough to recognize when he was fishing for information.Jaemin forced a chuckle. “Just discussing the state of the palace.”Chenle raised a brow. “Oh? You mean the growing rebel threat? Or the rumors of Mark’s early marriage and coronation?”Jaemin tensed. “Marriage?”Chenle shrugged. “If the rebel situation escalates, the royal court might pressure him to secure his claim to the throne. A strong queen would solidify his position.”Jaemin’s stomach twisted. “Who?”“No one knows for certain, but Haechan has always been the strongest candidate,” Jisung answered.Jaemin swallowed the lump in his throat. He had known Mark would marry eventually, but hearing it said so plainly made reality settle deeper into his bones.“Jeno has been working himself to exhaustion over this,” Chenle added, his tone more serious now. “The rebels aren’t just lurking in the shadows anymore. They’re testing the palace’s defenses. If Taeyong is truly leading them, things might spiral faster than we expect.”Jaemin’s grip tightened around the fabric of his sleeves. The palace was shifting. The world he had been thrust into was growing more dangerous by the day. And yet, all he could think about was the lingering ache in his heart.Jisung placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Whatever happens, we’re still here, Jaemin.”Jaemin nodded, but the hollow feeling inside him remained. Because no matter how much they reassured him, some things had already been lost. And he wasn’t sure if they could ever be found again. ---Jaemin found himself summoned to Yoona’s quarters by midday, the air thick with the scent of incense as he stepped inside. The omega woman sat gracefully behind a lacquered screen, her gaze sharp yet pleased when she saw him.“You have done well,” Yoona said, her voice smooth as she studied him. “His Highness seems satisfied with you. He has sent several gifts—both for you and for the concubine management. That is a sign of favor, Jaemin.”Jaemin lowered his gaze respectfully. He knew what she meant. Mark’s approval was not just a personal matter—it had implications that stretched far beyond himself. In the intricate web of the palace, being favored by the Crown Prince meant security, influence, and power. But Jaemin could not bring himself to feel relieved.Yoona continued, her expression turning thoughtful. “With the rebellion stirring unrest in the city, the royal family will want to solidify the future as soon as possible. There is talk of pushing forward His Highness’s marriage and coronation.”Jaemin’s heart clenched at the words. Mark’s marriage. The world around him was shifting too fast, and he felt powerless to stop it.“Changes will come with a new Queen,” Yoona went on. “And for us, for all the concubines, that means we must act now. You have the Crown Prince’s attention, Jaemin. If you bear his child, you will secure a place in this palace that no Queen can challenge.”Jaemin stiffened. The thought of carrying Mark’s child had never truly settled in his mind, but now it was being presented as a duty—an expectation. His thoughts were already scattered, torn between Jeno’s lingering presence in his heart, the weight of Mark’s claim on him, and the ache of his lost family. Now, another responsibility was being thrust upon him, one he was not ready to bear.“You look troubled,” Yoona observed, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “I understand that all of this is overwhelming, but you must not waver. A concubine who cannot secure their position is easily forgotten.”Jaemin swallowed hard, nodding despite the turmoil in his chest. He had been struggling to find his place in this palace, and now, expectations were mounting faster than he could process. But no matter what, he knew one thing—his heart had never belonged to Mark. And yet, he was bound to this path.He just didn’t know how much longer he could walk it. ---Jaemin sat on the wooden bench in the quiet pavilion, staring at the koi fish gliding through the pond. The evening air carried a slight chill, but he barely noticed, his mind clouded with everything that had transpired. The weight of expectations pressed heavily on his chest—Mark, Jeno, Yoona’s words, and now, the knowledge that the entire concubine management was looking at him to secure his place through an heir.The soft shuffle of footsteps drew his attention, and when he turned, Renjun was there. Dressed in his usual refined silk robes, the golden embroidery glinting under the lanterns, he looked every part the favored concubine he was. His expression, however, was unreadable."I heard Yoona summoned you today," Renjun said, his voice smooth yet laced with something Jaemin couldn’t quite decipher.Jaemin exhaled softly, turning his gaze back to the pond. "You seem to know everything that happens here."A small smile tugged at Renjun’s lips. "It’s my job to know."Silence stretched between them before Renjun finally sat beside him. He didn’t speak for a while, simply observing Jaemin as if he were trying to peel away the layers of his thoughts."Let me guess," Renjun eventually said, tilting his head. "She told you that the Crown Prince seems pleased with you. That you have a rare chance to become someone important here. And," he paused for effect, "that you should act fast. Secure your position."Jaemin’s hands clenched in his lap, but he said nothing.Renjun chuckled softly. "She told me the same when I first arrived here. To be favored is both a blessing and a curse in the palace. You’re valuable now, Jaemin. But value is fleeting."Jaemin swallowed. "She wants me to bear his child."Renjun hummed, resting his chin on his palm. "Of course, she does. Yoona is not wrong. The moment the Crown Prince takes a queen, everything will change. And if you have no strong standing, you will fade into the background. Or worse." His gaze flickered toward Jaemin. "You’ll be discarded."Jaemin felt something cold settle in his stomach. "I know that.""Do you?" Renjun’s voice was calm, but his gaze was sharp. "Then tell me, do you want this? To be his favored concubine? To carry his child?"Jaemin’s throat tightened. He knew the answer immediately, but the words refused to form. He should say yes. It would be the right answer. The safe answer.Renjun watched him closely. "You hesitate. That means you don’t want it."Jaemin shook his head slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not that simple."Renjun sighed, leaning back against the bench. "Nothing ever is. But let me tell you one thing, Jaemin. No one in this palace will look out for you. Not Mark, not Yoona, not even Jeno. You think they will, but in the end, you are the only one who can protect yourself."Jaemin flinched at the mention of Jeno. He glanced at Renjun, who was watching him with a knowing look."You think I don’t see it? The way you look at him? The way he looks at you?" Renjun’s voice softened, almost amused. "Poor Jaemin. Caught between a king and his most loyal knight."Jaemin’s fingers curled against the silk of his robe. "It doesn’t matter anymore. Jeno made his choice. And so did I."Renjun scoffed. "Did you? Or are you just convincing yourself that you have?" He shook his head. "Jaemin, listen to me. If you’re going to survive here, you need to decide what you truly want. Not what Yoona wants. Not what Mark wants. Not even what Jeno wants. You."Jaemin let out a slow breath, his heart pounding in his chest. The truth was, he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Or rather, he knew—but it was something he could never have.Renjun stood, brushing off his sleeves. "Just remember," he said as he turned to leave, "desire and survival do not always align. Choose wisely."Jaemin watched him walk away, his mind a tangled mess of emotions.What did he truly want?And was it already too late to reach for it?
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Jeno stood outside the Crown Prince’s chambers, hesitating for the briefest of moments before stepping inside. He had come to discuss the latest developments regarding the situation, but as soon as he entered, the sight before him sent a strange, unwelcome feeling curling inside his chest.Jaemin was there, sitting across from Mark at the breakfast table. The golden morning light illuminated his soft features, his delicate hands resting lightly on his lap. He looked... at ease. Comfortable. A gentle smile played on his lips as he listened to Mark speak, his eyes crinkling with amusement at something the Crown Prince had said.Jeno clenched his fists, forcing himself to maintain a neutral expression.Mark glanced up and spotted him. "Jeno, you're just in time. Join us. I was just getting to know Jaemin better in my free time."Jaemin didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge Jeno’s presence. He remained focused on Mark, as if Jeno were nothing more than a passing shadow in the room. That stung more than Jeno was willing to admit.Still, he stepped forward, taking a seat at the table. His appetite had long since disappeared, but he forced himself to keep up appearances. Mark, completely oblivious to the tension settling in Jeno’s body, continued eating, occasionally reaching out to Jaemin in casual gestures of affection. At one point, Mark leaned over, wiping a stray crumb from the corner of Jaemin’s lips with his thumb. Jaemin let out a soft chuckle, looking up at Mark with a warm smile.Something inside Jeno twisted violently. He hated this. Hated how easily Jaemin responded to Mark’s touches, how that once-shy boy now bloomed under the Crown Prince’s attention. But most of all, he hated how Jaemin refused to spare him even a glance.Jeno kept his expression blank, pushing his food around his plate without taking a single bite.After a while, Mark set down his chopsticks and turned to Jaemin. "You may leave now. Jeno and I have matters to discuss."Jaemin nodded, rising from his seat with graceful ease. He gave Mark one last lingering smile before turning away, walking past Jeno without so much as a second look.The moment the doors shut behind him, Jeno let out a slow breath, forcing down the bitterness crawling up his throat.Mark, oblivious to his inner turmoil, stretched slightly. "Alright, what news do you bring?"Jeno straightened, pushing away all distracting thoughts. He had more pressing matters to focus on—the city was teetering on the edge of chaos, and his feelings had no place in this war. ---The grand hall of the royal court was filled with ministers, generals, and noblemen, their voices overlapping in tense discussion. The air was thick with the scent of ink, parchment, and the faint aroma of incense burning in the corners. At the head of the assembly, Crown Prince Mark sat on his elevated seat, his posture composed, but his sharp eyes betrayed his inner exhaustion.Jeno stood to the side, arms crossed behind his back, watching the court debate unfold. The recent unrest in the city had caused unease among the nobles, and today, the pressure on Mark was reaching its peak.“My Crown Prince,” an elder minister spoke with a deep bow, his voice steady but firm. “The kingdom stands at a precipice. The rebels grow bolder, and whispers of discontent spread among the people. If we do not act decisively, we risk losing control of the capital itself.”Another official stepped forward. “We implore Your Highness to solidify your rule. It is time to take the throne, not as a prince, but as a king. Only then can we show unwavering strength.”There were murmurs of agreement. Mark’s gaze swept across the chamber, assessing the expressions of those present. He exhaled slowly, fingers pressing against the lacquered armrest of his chair.Jeno observed in silence, noting the careful neutrality Mark maintained. The truth was, Mark had never been desperate to take the throne; it had always been an expectation placed upon him. But today, the pressure was undeniable.A younger noble stepped forward. “Beyond claiming the throne, Your Highness must also secure the future of this kingdom. The royal line must be strengthened. A marriage alliance with a powerful noble family would bring stability and resources that we desperately need.”The hall erupted into murmurs again. The implication was clear. Mark needed to wed, and soon.Jeno’s jaw tightened slightly, his thoughts flickering to the palace and the people within it. Marriage was always an inevitable duty for the Crown Prince, but hearing it discussed so openly made something in him uneasy.Mark finally leaned forward. “I understand your concerns. The kingdom’s safety is my priority.” His voice was even, controlled. “I have delayed taking the throne to ensure stability first, but I will no longer hesitate. Within the next month or two, I will ascend as king.”A wave of relief washed over the court, but Mark’s next words were the ones that sealed the meeting’s fate.“And regarding marriage,” he continued, expression unreadable, “I will do what is necessary for the kingdom.”The court bowed in acceptance, their mission accomplished. Jeno remained impassive, though a shadow of something unnameable passed through him. The meeting was adjourned, but the weight of the decision settled over them all. ---Jeno had never been one to let emotions hinder his duties, but Jaemin’s cold indifference toward him was beginning to take its toll. It was subtle—Jaemin was not outwardly hostile, nor did he ignore Jeno completely. But the warmth that had once lingered in his gaze, the slight nervousness that used to color his voice when they spoke—gone. He was polite, distant, as though their time together had been nothing more than an obligation. And Jeno hated that it affected him as much as it did.For weeks, he had drowned himself in his work, using the escalating rebel activities in the city as a distraction. The situation was worsening; whispers of uprisings turned into outright skirmishes. Taeyong, the rebel leader, was growing bolder, striking government supply chains and targeting officials suspected of corruption. The court was in turmoil, and Jeno had spent countless hours devising countermeasures, personally overseeing interrogations, and reinforcing security.Late into the night, a light knock on his chamber door pulled him from his thoughts. His most trusted informant slipped inside, his expression grave."The rebels are growing restless," the spy murmured. "Taeyong has been making more appearances in the city. He moves cautiously, but we have identified several of his hideouts."Jeno nodded, absorbing the information. "And Jaehyun? The man who has been appearing at Taeyong’s side? What have you found?"The spy hesitated. "Not much. He is elusive, but from what we gather, he is deeply trusted by Taeyong. Some say he is just a strategist, others whisper he is more. A warrior, perhaps. He doesn’t seem like an ordinary rebel."Jeno leaned back, eyes narrowing. "I want more information on him. If he is important to Taeyong, then he is important to us. Find out who he really is."The spy bowed and slipped away, leaving Jeno alone in the dim candlelight. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His life was consumed by war and strategy, by duty and blood. And yet, no matter how much he tried to push it aside, his mind kept drifting back to Jaemin. To the way he smiled at Mark but never at him. To the way his touch had once been hesitant, filled with something akin to trust—something that was now gone.Jeno clenched his fists. There was no time for weakness. Not when war was at their doorstep. Not when enemies lurked in the shadows, waiting for a single misstep.And yet, Jaemin’s absence felt like a wound that refused to heal. --- Late at night, Jeno was immersed in reports of the rebel activity when something familiar—something intoxicating—filled his senses. Jaemin’s scent. It was faint but unmistakable, carried by the cool night air.His exhausted mind betrayed him before he could think twice. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the wooden floor as he followed the faint, lingering trail. The scent led him to the open balcony of an adjacent chamber. There, bathed in the glow of the moon, stood Jaemin, his delicate features illuminated in soft silver light as he gazed at the stars.Jeno clenched his fists. The sight of him standing so freely, so lost in thought, only fueled the storm raging inside him. He stepped forward, his boots barely making a sound against the polished floor. "What are you doing so late at night?" His voice came out rougher than intended.Jaemin turned his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "It seems I cannot roam the palace as I wish anymore. Must I report my whereabouts to you now?"Jeno frowned, the lighthearted tease stinging more than it should. "That is not what I meant."Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. The unspoken words, the stolen glances, the lingering ache of distance—it all pressed down on Jeno, making it unbearable. Jeno could feel his pulse thrumming in his ears. His emotions, so carefully restrained all these days, threatened to crack through his walls. "You seem close with Mark these days," Jeno finally said, his voice quieter, but no less intense.Jaemin turned to fully face him now, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Should I not be? He is my alpha."The words felt like a dagger, sharp and deliberate. Jeno's jaw tensed. His patience had been wearing thin for too long. Before he could stop himself, his hand reached for Jaemin's wrist, his grip firm yet careful as he pulled Jaemin away from the open space, deeper into the shadows where no eyes could reach them."What are you—" Jaemin’s words were cut off as his back hit the wall, caged by Jeno’s presence.Jeno's voice was low, almost a growl. "I will show you to whom you belong."Then, before Jaemin could protest, Jeno's lips crashed against his, consuming, demanding. It was not a gentle kiss. It was raw, fueled by pent-up desire, jealousy, and something far deeper that neither of them dared to name.Jaemin’s breath hitched, his body tensing before melting against Jeno, his own hands gripping onto Jeno’s sleeves as if to steady himself. Jeno pulled him closer, pouring everything he had held back into that single, desperate act.When they finally parted, Jaemin’s lips were swollen, his breath unsteady. His eyes searched Jeno’s face, but Jeno simply held his gaze, his grip still firm around Jaemin’s wrist."Do not test me, Jaemin," Jeno murmured against his lips, his voice dark with warning and something else—something almost pleading.Jaemin swallowed hard, his heart racing. And for the first time in days, he didn’t look away.
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Jaemin sat in his chamber, staring at the soft flicker of candlelight reflecting against the polished wood of his table. His thoughts wandered to Mark—the Crown Prince, the man who had chosen him, yet treated him with a kindness that felt unexpected. For all the power Mark wielded, he spoke to Jaemin in quiet, measured tones, as if he were just another man and not the ruler-to-be of the nation.Mark had been making an effort to know him, speaking about his past, his preferences, even his thoughts on the palace. There was something genuine in his approach, something that made Jaemin believe Mark would be a just and compassionate ruler. More importantly, Mark’s concern extended beyond just him—he spoke about Jeno, Renjun, Haechan, and even the palace staff. He reassured Jaemin that he would never take the well-being of those under his rule lightly.And then, this morning, he had told Jaemin about his impending marriage to Haechan.It wasn’t a surprise. A royal wedding had been inevitable, a matter of duty rather than love. But Mark spoke about Haechan with a certain softness, as though he wanted Jaemin to understand that he is not hiding anything. He wanted Jaemin to feel included, to feel safe.That reassurance should have comforted him more than it did.--- The morning sun poured into Mark’s chamber, golden rays illuminating the finely arranged dishes on the table. Jaemin sat beside Mark, listening as he spoke about Haechan’s arrival and the official announcement of their marriage. He nodded at the appropriate moments, keeping his expression calm.Then Jeno entered.The shift in the air was unmistakable. Jaemin had always been sensitive to scents, and Jeno’s was impossible to ignore. Beneath the crisp scent of iron and pine, there was something raw, something possessive.Jealousy.Jaemin hid his amusement behind a sip of tea. He felt Jeno’s gaze on him as Mark casually wiped a crumb from the corner of his lips, a simple act of familiarity. The heat of Jeno’s stare burned into him, but Jaemin refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he leaned just slightly closer to Mark, offering the Crown Prince an innocent smile.Mark, oblivious to the silent war, invited Jeno to sit with them. Jaemin continued his act, speaking only to Mark, answering his questions with a gentleness that left no space for Jeno to insert himself. He felt Jeno’s scent shift, thickening with frustration, and it sent a strange thrill through Jaemin’s veins.If he was being honest, he had sensed Jeno’s emotions for a while now. The way his eyes lingered, the way his words were clipped whenever Jaemin spoke too freely with Mark. But Jeno refused to say anything, refused to acknowledge what was plain before them.So Jaemin would make him admit it.--- The night was quiet except for the occasional crackle of burning oil in the lanterns lining the palace halls. Jaemin stood on the balcony , his eyes fixed on the stars. His thoughts drifted back to breakfast, to the tension in Jeno’s jaw, the way his hands had curled into fists.“What are you doing so late at night?”Jaemin turned at the familiar voice. Jeno stood behind him, his expression unreadable in the dim light.Jaemin chuckled, tilting his head. “It seems I cannot roam the palace as I wish anymore. Must I report my whereabouts to you now?”Jeno frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”A silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken words. Jaemin studied him, noting the tightness in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched at his sides. Jeno was struggling—battling something within himself.Jaemin decided to push him further.“You seem close with Mark these days” Jeno said suddenly.Jaemin turns. “Should I not be? He is my alpha.”Something inside Jeno snapped.Before Jaemin could react, Jeno grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the shadows, pressing him against the cool stone wall where no prying eyes could see. His grip was firm but not painful, his breathing uneven.“I will show you to whom you belong,” Jeno whispered, and then his lips crashed against Jaemin’s.The kiss was desperate, consuming. Jeno’s hands gripped Jaemin’s waist, pulling him flush against him as their breaths mingled in heated gasps. Jaemin, despite the rush of pleasure, refused to yield so easily. He tangled his fingers in Jeno’s hair, tugging harshly until Jeno growled against his lips.Jeno’s eyes darkened. “Do not test me, Jaemin.”Jaemin stepped closer, testing the limits of Jeno’s patience. “Then say it. Say, what you feel about me.”Jeno’s jaw tensed. He didn’t move, but Jaemin could feel the heat of his body, the way his scent flared with barely restrained emotion.“You can’t, can you?” Jaemin murmured, voice taunting. “You’re jealous, but you won’t admit it.”Jeno’s eyes burned with frustration. “You make me crazy, Jaemin.”Jaemin chuckled, though his own heart pounded violently. “And yet, you keep pushing me away.”Jeno exhaled sharply. His forehead pressed against Jaemin’s, his hands tightening around Jaemin’s wrists. “I can’t —” He hesitated, voice raw. “I can’t see you with someone else.”Jaemin stilled.Jeno’s confession hung between them, fragile and real.“Say it,” Jaemin whispered, his fingers trailing down Jeno’s chest. “Say what you’ve been holding back.”Jeno’s grip on him trembled. “I want you, Jaemin.”Jaemin’s breath hitched.Jeno’s lips found his again, softer this time but no less intense. It was a surrender, an admission that neither of them could ignore any longer.Before Jaemin could fully process what was happening, Jeno scooped him up into his arms. Keeping to the shadows, he carried Jaemin through the halls, away from watchful eyes, until they reached his chamber. The door shut behind them with a soft click.In the quiet of Jeno’s bedroom, the tension didn’t fade—it only grew stronger. ---Jeno’s grip on Jaemin’s waist was bruising, fingers digging into the delicate fabric of his robes as he pressed him firmly against the wall of his chamber. Their breath was hot, mingling in the small space between them, and Jaemin could feel Jeno’s arousal pressed against him, hard and desperate.“You think you can drive me insane and just walk away?” Jeno’s voice was hoarse, a mixture of frustration and need. He bit down on Jaemin’s lower lip, not enough to hurt but enough to remind him who he belonged to. Jaemin whimpered into the kiss, hands clutching at Jeno’s robes, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.“Did you like it?” Jeno growled against his lips, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of his neck. “When Mark kissed you? When he marked you?”Jaemin gasped, his head tilting back, baring his throat as Jeno’s mouth latched onto his scent gland, tongue flicking over the spot that still faintly carried the Crown Prince’s scent. He shuddered, feeling the possessiveness in Jeno’s every touch, the desperate need to erase another alpha’s claim on him.“I—I don’t know,” Jaemin whispered, breath hitching as Jeno’s hands slipped under his robes, fingertips burning into his bare skin. “You’re the one ignoring me, Jeno. Maybe I should let Mark—”A feral snarl escaped Jeno’s lips before Jaemin could finish, his body being spun around and shoved onto the bed. Jeno loomed over him, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with hunger and something deeper—something Jaemin had been aching for.“You think I don’t want you?” Jeno’s voice was raw, his fingers trailing down Jaemin’s chest, tearing the layers of his robe harshly and throwing it away somewhere in his room, leaving his body bare to Jeno’s hungry gaze. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. Every fucking second you’ve been in this palace, I’ve been holding myself back.”Jaemin trembled, his skin burning where Jeno’s fingers trailed, where his lips followed. His body arched into Jeno’s touch, craving more, craving everything.“Then stop holding back,” Jaemin dared, his voice breathless. “Show me.”Jeno groaned, capturing Jaemin’s lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep, claiming, possessing. He ground against Jaemin’s ass, his arousal throbbing against the soft flesh through the thin fabric of his own clothes. Jaemin gasped, his nails digging into Jeno’s back.“I’ll wipe him off you,” Jeno muttered against his skin, his teeth scraping along Jaemin’s collarbone, sucking and biting until deep red marks blossomed. “You’ll forget him. I’ll make you forget him.”Jaemin moaned as Jeno’s hands roamed lower, gripping his thighs and parting them as he pressed against him, his scent overwhelming, intoxicating. Jeno kissed down his chest, his lips leaving trails of possessive heat in their wake.“You’re mine,” Jeno growled, his voice rough and desperate. “I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care about Mark. I don’t care about this damn palace. You belong to me.”Jaemin was already too far gone, lost in Jeno’s touches, his words, his scent. His body trembled under Jeno’s weight, his own arousal pooling between them, needy and desperate.“Then take me,” Jaemin whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with surrender. “Make me yours again, my alpha.”Jeno’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on Jaemin’s hips before he crushed their lips together again, his desperation pouring into the kiss, into every touch, every bite, every claim he left on Jaemin’s skin.Tonight, there would be no more doubts. No more hesitation.Jaemin was his.And by the time the night was over, he would know it too.--- The air was thick with the scent of arousal, heated bodies pressed together in the dimly lit chamber. Jeno’s breath came in ragged pants as he pinned Jaemin beneath him, their lips swollen from the relentless exchange of kisses that had set both their bodies ablaze. His hands roamed freely, gripping Jaemin’s thighs, tracing every inch of soft skin that quivered under his touch.“You drive me insane,” Jeno growled, his voice laced with desperate hunger. He pressed Jaemin deeper into the mattress, grinding his hardened length against the curve of Jaemin’s ass, eliciting a needy whimper from the omega beneath him. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve had to watch you smile at Mark, let him touch you?”Jaemin moaned, his fingers threading through Jeno’s hair, tugging sharply to bring their lips together again. “And what are you going to do about it?” he challenged, breathless.Jeno chuckled darkly against his mouth before flipping him onto his stomach. “I’m going to ruin you.” His hands spread Jaemin’s cheeks, kneading them, pressing his aching length against the clothed heat between them. “Tonight, I’ll erase every trace of him from your body. By the time I’m done, you’ll only smell like me.”Jaemin shuddered, pushing back into Jeno’s touch, his arousal pooling between his legs. He could feel Jeno’s cock twitch against him, the raw desire making his head spin. “Then stop talking and do it,” he whispered, teasing.Jeno wasted no time, stripping himself fast. Their bodies bare, skin flushed with heat. He dragged his fingers down Jaemin’s spine, watching as he arched under his touch, utterly pliant for him. He spread Jaemin’s legs wider, pressing a hand to the small of his back to keep him still as he lined himself up.The first push had Jaemin gasping, his nails clawing at the sheets. Jeno groaned, his forehead dropping against Jaemin’s shoulder, savoring the way Jaemin clenched around him. He held himself there for a moment, letting the sensation consume him before pulling back and thrusting in again, filling Jaemin to the hilt.“Fuck, Jeno,” Jaemin moaned, his voice breaking.Jeno set a deep, slow pace, savoring the way Jaemin’s body welcomed him. He traced his fingers over Jaemin’s marked neck, his scent glands throbbing. His lips found Jaemin’s nape, biting down hard enough to leave another bruise. “Tell me, did Mark make you moan like this?” he rasped against Jaemin’s sweat-slicked skin.Jaemin turned his head slightly, his lips brushing Jeno’s jaw. “I never moaned for him like this. Only you can make me, Jeno.”Something in Jeno snapped. He flipped Jaemin onto his back, shoving his legs apart before thrusting into him again, deeper this time. Jaemin arched, wrapping his arms around Jeno’s shoulders as their bodies collided with frantic desperation. Their lips met in a fevered kiss, Jaemin swallowing Jeno’s moans as he rocked against him.Then Jaemin pushed him back, his hands splaying across Jeno’s chest as he straddled his lap. Jeno’s cock pulsed inside him as Jaemin began to move, rolling his hips in slow, torturous circles that had Jeno gripping his waist, panting against his neck.“Jaemin…” Jeno groaned as Jaemin leaned in, dragging his tongue from Jeno’s jaw to the sensitive spot on his neck. “Fuck, you’re so—”Jaemin bit down teasingly on Jeno’s claim spot, grinning at the way Jeno bucked beneath him. “I want to make you crazy,” he whispered, grinding down harder. “I want you to remember that I belong to you.”Jeno lost all control. He grabbed Jaemin’s hips and slammed him down onto his cock, setting a punishing pace that had Jaemin gasping and clinging to him desperately. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, Jaemin’s moans growing louder as Jeno took back control, pushing him down onto the bed again, fucking him deep and hard.Tears pricked at the corners of Jaemin’s eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Jeno licked them away, his thrusts never faltering. “You’re mine, Jaemin,” he growled. “Say it.”Jaemin clutched onto him, his body trembling. “I’m yours, Jeno. Only yours.”Jeno groaned, burying himself deep inside Jaemin as he came, claiming him in every possible way. He held Jaemin close, their bodies still entangled as he whispered against his ear, “I love you.”Jaemin smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Jeno’s lips. “I love you too.”And for the first time, they both knew—there was no going back.
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The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets. Jeno lay still, his arm draped possessively over Jaemin’s bare waist, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. His gaze lingered on the delicate features of the omega beside him—lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm.His mind drifted back to the events of last night. The raw jealousy, the desperation, the overwhelming need to claim Jaemin. He had lost control, completely and utterly. But he did not regret it. No, he could never regret it. The only thing that terrified him was the thought of losing Jaemin again—to Mark, to duty, to the cruel fate that always seemed to snatch away what little happiness he had.Jeno sighed, knowing they couldn’t stay like this much longer. If anyone found Jaemin here, there would be consequences—ones that neither of them could afford. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to wake him just yet. Instead, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Jaemin’s forehead. Then his eyes. Then his cheeks. When he finally brushed his lips against the omega’s, Jaemin stirred, his lashes fluttering open.A sleepy smile spread across Jaemin’s face as he whispered, “I thought I was dreaming… and that by morning, everything would be the same.”Jeno cupped his cheek, his thumb brushing over his soft skin. “This is real,” he assured him, his voice low and steady. “And it won’t change, Jaemin. I love you. I should have realized it earlier, but now that I do, I won’t let anything take you away from me.”Jaemin’s eyes glistened with something unreadable before he sighed, his expression turning serious. “Yoona… she’s been asking me to prepare myself to bear Mark’s child.”Jeno stiffened, his jaw clenching at the very thought. The possessiveness surged within him again, dark and unrelenting. “And if I hadn’t done what I did last night… would you have gone through with it?”Jaemin hesitated for a moment before answering honestly, “I never wanted to, but I didn’t have a choice, Jeno. To survive, I had to agree to whatever was asked of me.”Jeno swallowed hard, the weight of his own failures pressing down on him. This was his fault. If he had just accepted his feelings earlier, Jaemin wouldn’t have been pushed into such a corner. His heart ached at the realization.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick with guilt.Jaemin shook his head. “Jeno…”“No, listen to me.” Jeno took a deep breath, gripping Jaemin’s hand as if anchoring himself. “I need to tell you something. About my past. About why I’ve stayed silent for so long.”Jaemin remained quiet, his fingers tightening around Jeno’s in silent encouragement.“My parents betrayed the last king,” Jeno confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “They plotted against the throne, and when they were caught, they were executed. If it weren’t for Mark, I would have died, too.” He swallowed past the lump in his throat, forcing himself to continue. “Even after he saved me, no one trusted me. They whispered behind my back, waiting for me to follow in my parents’ footsteps. They told the king and Mark that one day I would betray them too.”Jaemin’s lips parted, his expression unreadable as he listened intently.“But Mark never doubted me,” Jeno continued, his voice filled with something close to reverence. “He treated me like his own blood, like his real brother. He included me in everything, trusted me completely. I owe him everything, Jaemin. That’s why… that’s why I couldn’t take my stand on you before. Because it felt like betrayal.”Silence stretched between them, thick with emotion. Then, Jaemin reached up, cupping Jeno’s face with both hands, his touch gentle yet firm.“You’re not your parents, Jeno,” he said softly. “Mark saved you because he saw the truth in you. And if he really considers you his brother, he would never want you to live your life in chains.”Jeno exhaled, feeling the weight of his past loosen just a little with Jaemin’s words. He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I can’t lose you, Jaemin. I won’t.”Jaemin smiled, eyes shining with something warm and unwavering. “Then don’t.”Jeno tightened his hold on him, determination settling in his chest. “We need a plan. And we don’t have much time.” ---Jaemin let out a soft whine, his fingers trailing over the torn fabric of his ruined robe. "Jeno, you tore my dress completely yesterday night… how am I supposed to go back to my room now?" His voice held a mixture of amusement and exasperation as he glanced over at the alpha lounging lazily beside him.Jeno merely chuckled, completely unapologetic. He shifted closer, brushing a strand of Jaemin’s hair back before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. "You look better without it anyway," he murmured against Jaemin’s mouth, smirking when Jaemin pushed at his chest playfully."That’s not helping," Jaemin huffed, pouting slightly as he sat up and pulled the sheets around his bare shoulders. "I can't just walk through the halls wrapped in a blanket."Jeno hummed in agreement before slipping out of bed. His naked form moved with effortless grace across the room, heading toward his wardrobe. Jaemin raised an eyebrow, watching him rummage through the finely arranged garments."Now I’ll have to wear your clothes," Jaemin sighed, resting his chin on his palm as he lazily watched Jeno.Jeno turned back to him, something unreadable flickering in his dark gaze as he held out a folded bundle of silk. "You won’t have to."Jaemin blinked as he took the offered garment. The moment his fingers brushed over the fabric, recognition dawned. His breath hitched as he ran his hands over the smooth silk, his eyes widening slightly. "This… this is the same one I wanted at the silk fair… but I didn’t buy it."Jeno leaned against the wardrobe, arms crossed over his bare chest, watching Jaemin’s reaction. "I know," he admitted quietly. "I bought it for you."Jaemin’s heart gave an unsteady thump. He looked up at Jeno, searching his face, but all he saw was that quiet intensity, the way Jeno always looked at him when he let his guard down.Jaemin swallowed. "Why didn’t you give it to me before?"Jeno exhaled softly, stepping closer. "Because I didn’t know if I had the right to."A silence settled between them, heavy yet charged with something unspoken. Jaemin’s fingers tightened around the silk, his lips parting slightly as emotion surged within him.Jeno lifted a hand, cupping Jaemin’s jaw, his thumb grazing over his lower lip before tilting his face up. "Wear it for me now?" His voice was low, almost a plea.Jaemin felt warmth spread through his chest, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "Only if you help me put it on."Jeno smirked at the challenge in Jaemin’s tone, but instead of reaching for the robe, he tugged Jaemin against him, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Jaemin melted into it, fingers grasping at Jeno’s arms as their bodies pressed together again.The silk was forgotten between them, the moment stretching endlessly as Jeno kissed him with all the fervor and possession Jaemin had come to crave. When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Jeno rested his forehead against Jaemin’s."I’ll help you," Jeno murmured, "but only after I steal a little more of your time."Jaemin laughed softly, but he didn’t protest when Jeno kissed him again, pulling him back down onto the bed. --- After making sure Jaemin reached his room fine without anyone noticing, Jeno went back to his work. He had to do something regarding the rebel situation, and he needed to talk with Mark as well regarding Jaemin. There was no room for distractions now.With a deep breath, he straightened in his seat as the hidden panel in the wall shifted, allowing his trusted spy to slip inside. The man bowed low before stepping forward, his expression as unreadable as ever.“Report,” Jeno ordered, his voice steady.The spy wasted no time, the man bowing respectfully before handing over a file. "This contains the background information on Jaehyun, my lord," the spy said. "You may find some details of interest."Jeno took the file, his eyes scanning the documents as the spy continued with his report. “There have been more movements among the rebels. Jaehyun remains a key figure, and his network is growing stronger. He has been seen meeting with Taeyong more frequently. It seems they are coordinating something significant. Jaehyun has established strong ties with influential merchants and minor noble families who have grievances against the crown. His influence is growing, though he has yet to make a decisive move.”Jeno narrowed his eyes. “Jaehyun, again,” he murmured. The name was becoming a constant thorn in his side. The man had been a powerful figure among the displaced nobility, and his knowledge of warfare made him dangerous.“There is more, my lord,” the spy continued. “Unlike Jaehyun, Taeyong does not seek power but rather chaos. He has been rallying fighters from the slums and outcast groups, using their hatred for the nobility to fuel his cause. He plans to strike during the King’s coronation ceremony.”Jeno clenched his jaw. A direct attack during the coronation would be catastrophic. The entire palace would be in attendance, including Mark, Haechan—and Jaemin.“Do we have any insight into how they plan to execute this?” he asked, his tone sharp.The spy hesitated. “Not yet, but we are working to infiltrate their ranks. We do know that they have smuggled weapons into the city under the guise of trade goods. Our sources suggest they are waiting for an opportunity to distribute them among their fighters.”Jeno exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the desk. “Increase surveillance on them. I want detailed reports on their movements and their allies. If they are planning an attack during the coronation, we need to know every detail before they make their move.”The spy nodded. “Understood, my lord.”The spy bowed and disappeared as silently as he came, leaving Jeno alone with his thoughts. He leaned back, fingers tapping against the file. He would have to look into this further—there was something about Jaehyun that unsettled him. But for now, he needed to strategize. The last thing the kingdom needed was chaos during Mark’s coronation. --- Later that day, Jeno stood before Mark in the strategy room, the weight of duty pressing heavily on his shoulders. Mark’s expression was as calm as ever, but there was something sharper in his gaze today."The decision has been made," Mark began. "The coronation and the wedding will take place within the next ten days. Haechan and his family will arrive in two days, and I need you to ensure their safe passage."Jeno inclined his head. "I will personally oversee the arrangements. There will be no mishaps."Mark nodded, satisfied, before shifting the conversation. "Now, about the rebels. We cannot afford open conflict right now. I want you to arrange a meeting with Taeyong."Jeno’s brows furrowed. "You wish to negotiate?""If their demands are reasonable, we will have to consider them. A stable kingdom is more valuable than a battlefield, and if we can reach an understanding, it will be for the best."Jeno considered this for a moment before nodding. "I will arrange the meeting."Mark leaned back slightly. "Good. And Jeno…" His voice softened just a fraction. "We need to ensure that no unexpected complications arise."Jeno’s jaw tightened, but he simply replied, "Understood, Your Highness."As he left the chamber, Jeno knew one thing for certain—his hands were more full than ever, and the days ahead would decide more than just the fate of the kingdom. For now, his confrontation with Mark regarding Jaemin can wait.
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Jaemin hummed softly as he traced the delicate embroidery of the silk robe draped over his shoulders. The fabric was smooth against his skin, cool yet comforting, carrying the faintest remnants of Jeno’s scent. He pulled it tighter around himself, a smile tugging at his lips as he let himself bask in the quiet bliss of the morning. Last night still played in his mind—Jeno’s touch, the way he whispered his name, the way he held him so tightly as if afraid to let go. His heart felt light, the warmth of their shared moments lingering in his very bones.He walked to the window, the soft rustling of silk accompanying his movements. The palace grounds stretched beyond, bathed in the gentle morning light, but Jaemin paid little attention to the view. His thoughts were filled with Jeno—how his rough hands had turned gentle, how his usually guarded eyes had softened in the dim glow of candlelight. A small smile playing on his lips as he remembers how Jeno had confessed to him.
He had never felt this kind of happiness before—so light, so free, so complete.The sharp creak of his door being pushed open jolted him from his thoughts. His body tensed as he turned, his smile fading the moment he saw Yoona standing at the threshold.She was composed as always, her expression unreadable, but her sharp eyes bore into him like a blade. The air in the room seemed to shift, the warmth Jaemin had been wrapped in just moments ago replaced by a cold, suffocating weight.“Where were you last night?” Her voice was calm, yet the underlying steel made Jaemin’s stomach twist.He held her gaze but said nothing.The silence stretched between them. Yoona’s eyes flickered downward, taking in the silk robe he wore. The faintest wrinkle of disapproval crossed her face before she inhaled slowly, her nostrils flaring slightly. Realization dawned in her gaze, sharp and undeniable.Jaemin’s breath caught. Would she say it? Would she accuse him?But Yoona remained still, her face betraying nothing but a slight tightening around the corners of her lips. When she spoke, her voice was eerily controlled.“This is not the time to get distracted.”Jaemin swallowed hard, his fingers instinctively clutching the robe as if it could shield him from her words. He wanted to deny it, to act as if nothing had happened, but the weight of her stare told him she already knew. There was no use in pretending.Yoona stepped closer, her presence overwhelming despite the lack of anger in her expression. “You have to make your choice, Jaemin. And you have to make it fast.”He lowered his gaze, unable to face the truth in her words.“If you want to secure your place in this palace,” she continued, “you must do what is necessary.” She paused, letting the weight of her next words sink in. “You must bear His Majesty’s child before his marriage.”Jaemin felt as though the ground beneath him had crumbled away.Yoona’s gaze softened for the briefest of moments, but her words remained firm. “Think carefully, Jaemin.”Then, without another word, she turned and left, the door shutting behind her with a quiet finality.Jaemin stood frozen even after Yoona had left, the weight of her words settling heavily in his chest.He knew what was expected of him. He knew the path laid out before him, the duty he was supposed to fulfill. Bear the Crown Prince’s child. Secure his place. Protect himself.But the thought of it made his stomach churn.For the first time since entering the palace, he didn’t want to obey. He didn’t want to follow the carefully woven expectations that bound him to a fate he had never chosen.He wanted Jeno.His fingers tightened around the silk robe as he exhaled shakily. But what could he do? He was just a concubine—powerless, with no say in his own future.Jeno had told him he would talk to the Crown Prince. That was the only hope Jaemin had.Now, all he could do was wait. Wait for Jeno’s next move. Wait for a sign that things could change.Wait… and pray that it wasn’t already too late. --- Jaemin sat by the open window, staring at the lanterns glowing in the evening mist. Days had passed since that morning with Jeno, and yet, there had been no sign of him. No glance in the corridors, no whispers in the night.He should have expected it. Jeno had responsibilities—far beyond him. And yet, an ache settled in his chest, sharp with doubt.The palace buzzed with preparations. Haechan and his family would arrive soon, their presence sealing a new chapter for the Crown Prince. Every corridor, every courtyard, even the concubines’ quarters were filled with talk of the royal marriage. Servants ran back and forth, hanging new silks, preparing lavish feasts, murmuring about how radiant the soon-to-be Queen Consort would look standing beside Mark.Jaemin should have been preparing too.Instead, he was waiting.Lost in thought, he barely noticed when someone entered his room.“Why do you look like a widow waiting for her husband?”Jaemin blinked, turning to see Renjun standing by the door, arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on his lips.Jaemin sighed. “I didn’t hear you come in.”“You weren’t listening,” Renjun said, stepping closer. “What’s wrong with you lately? You’ve been walking around like a ghost. Don’t tell me you’re mourning the Crown Prince before he’s even married.”Jaemin shook his head, forcing a smile. “I just have a lot on my mind.”Renjun tilted his head. “Does this have something to do with a certain right-hand man of his?”Jaemin’s breath hitched, but he kept his face neutral. “What are you talking about?”Renjun hummed, stepping around him, his sharp eyes never leaving Jaemin’s face. “You’re always looking at him when you think no one is watching. And these days… you seem more distracted than usual.” He leaned in slightly. “Did something happen?”Jaemin hesitated. Renjun was observant—too observant. But he wasn’t cruel. There was no malice in his words, only curiosity.Still, Jaemin couldn’t answer.Renjun sighed. “Fine, don’t tell me. But whatever it is, be careful, Jaemin.”Jaemin frowned. “What do you mean?”Renjun glanced at the doorway, lowering his voice. “You think no one notices you? You’ve caught the attention of many in this palace. And not just because of your beauty.” His expression darkened. “Don’t be reckless. The Crown Prince’s marriage will change everything. Those who were once indifferent might start seeing you as a threat.”Jaemin swallowed. He knew Renjun was right.Renjun studied him for a moment before shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “You know, Jeno reminds me of a man carrying a sword that’s too heavy for him, but he refuses to put it down.”Jaemin turned to him. “What do you mean?”Renjun sighed, leaning against the table. “Jeno is the most loyal man I’ve ever seen. Almost… painfully so.” His voice softened. “He never thinks about himself. Always proving his loyalty to Mark, as if he has to keep earning the right to stand beside him.”Jaemin clenched his hands in his lap. “Maybe he feels he has to.”Renjun scoffed. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Even after everything he’s done, he still acts like he owes his entire existence to the Crown Prince. If he ever thought about what he wanted, I wonder if he’d even know.” He gave Jaemin a pointed look. “Maybe it’s time he did.”Jaemin’s heart clenched at those words. Because wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? For Jeno to stop living only for duty. For him to choose something—someone—for himself.“Mark doesn’t even demand this much from him,” Renjun continued. “It’s Jeno who’s made himself a shadow. And I think he’s forgotten he’s allowed to want things, too.”Jaemin swallowed hard. He thought of the way Jeno had held him, the way his lips had trembled against his skin, the way he had whispered I love you like it was something he was afraid to say out loud.Renjun sighed and stood straight. “Just think about it. And Jaemin… don’t let the palace swallow you whole.”With that, he turned and left the room.Jaemin remained in his seat, staring at the flickering candlelight.He was still waiting. Still hoping for a sign.But as the palace prepared for a future that did not include him, he began to wonder—Would Jeno ever come for him at all? --- Jaemin sat stiffly in front of Yoona, his hands clenched into his silk robes. The room was dimly lit, scented with medicinal herbs and aged parchment. Yoona watched him with the same unreadable expression she always had, but Jaemin could feel the weight of her expectations pressing down on him."You’ve been avoiding me," Yoona said coolly. "I thought I made myself clear, Jaemin. The time is slipping away. If you wish to secure your place, you must act before the Crown Prince is married. You must bear his child."Jaemin’s breath caught, his fingers trembling against the fabric of his robe. He had held back for too long. He had swallowed his emotions, endured every demand, every expectation. But now—he couldn’t anymore."I don’t want to!" The words burst out before he could stop them. He shot up from his seat, his voice raw. "I don’t want to, and I won’t!"Yoona said nothing. She simply watched as Jaemin panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His body shook with the force of his outburst, but she did not scold him. Did not demand obedience."That is all," Yoona finally said, nodding toward the door.Jaemin stared at her, throat burning. Then, without another word, he turned and left.Jaemin collapsed onto his bedding the moment he returned to his quarters. The momentary relief of his defiance faded, leaving behind something far heavier. His vision blurred, and before he knew it, tears streamed down his face.What was he supposed to do now?A dull ache formed behind his temples. He pressed his palms to his head, squeezing his eyes shut, but the pain didn’t subside. He barely noticed when a maid entered his room, setting down a tray of food."Master Jaemin, you must eat," she said softly. "Yoona-nim asked that you take care of yourself."Jaemin turned his head away. "Take it back. I don’t want it."The maid hesitated but eventually obeyed, leaving quietly.Moments later, the door opened again. Jaemin groaned, expecting another servant, but when he lifted his head, Yoona stood in front of him.She sighed. "Jaemin."He wiped his tears hastily and sat up, keeping his head low. "I’m sorry," he mumbled, though he wasn’t sure why."You don’t need to apologize," Yoona said, sitting beside him. For the first time, her voice held something softer—something that wasn’t just duty and discipline. "I should have spoken to you first, rather than making choices for you."Jaemin looked up at her, confused.She smiled faintly. "You’re afraid, aren’t you? That I’ll tell the Crown Prince about you and Jeno?"His heart stopped. His fingers curled into his robes.Yoona only chuckled. "Jaemin, concubines are not prisoners. We are still human. We are allowed to have feelings." Her gaze softened. "I know you like Jeno. I’ve known for a while."Jaemin swallowed hard. "Then… why are you—""Because I was trying to protect you."Jaemin stared at her in disbelief.Yoona exhaled. "I still remember the day I found you on the streets. You were just a child—cold, hungry, lost. You survived when so many others didn’t." She paused. "I only wanted to make sure you survived here too."Jaemin looked away, biting his lip."That being said," Yoona continued, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "if you don’t want to bear the Crown Prince’s child, then that is your decision. No one will force you, Jaemin."His eyes widened."But you must take care of yourself," she added, nodding toward the tray. "Eat properly. Rest properly."Jaemin hesitated but then reached for the food, taking slow bites.Yoona smiled. "That’s better." She stood, smoothing out her robes. "Rest well, Jaemin."And then, just like that, she left. --- Jaemin sighed, pushing the empty tray aside. His body still felt heavy, but at least the food had helped settle his nerves. He lay back against the cushions, closing his eyes.But something felt… off.His skin felt too warm, heat creeping along his spine. His breath came out in shallow pants, and a sudden wave of dizziness struck him. His fingers curled into the bedding as a prickling sensation spread through his limbs.A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.His scent—he could smell it thickening in the air, becoming sweeter, richer. The realization hit him like a crashing wave.His heat.His body trembled. No. It wasn’t supposed to come this soon. He had felt no pre-symptoms—no aches, no restlessness, no heightened sensitivity like usual. This—this was too sudden. Too unnatural.Panic seized him.He forced himself to his feet, swaying as his legs almost gave out beneath him. He had to get to his room—his real room, where he could lock himself away. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this.Jaemin stumbled forward, gripping the doorframe for support before dragging himself toward his chambers.
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Jeno moved through the palace like a ghost, his presence felt everywhere yet never lingering long enough to be noticed. The arrival of Haechan and his family was imminent, and he had no room for distraction. Every detail had to be flawless—the guest quarters prepared, the royal attendants briefed, and the security arrangements tightened. He ensured everything was in place, working tirelessly from the break of dawn. Yet despite the constant flurry of responsibilities, his mind kept wandering to one person.Jaemin.He hadn't seen him since that morning, since the moment they had woken up wrapped in each other’s warmth, love whispered between them like a fragile promise. Now, there was only distance. Jeno had buried himself in work, knowing if he let himself go near Jaemin again, he wouldn’t be able to leave.But it wasn't easy. The absence was like a slow burn, the ache deepening with each passing hour. He wanted to send a message, a small sign that he hadn’t forgotten his promise. But when? There had been no time to even catch a breath, let alone reach out to Jaemin.Jeno let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening over the reports in his hands. He had set up a late-night meeting with Taeyong and Crown Prince Mark—one that could change everything. This meeting should ensure that Mark’s upcoming coronation and marriage proceeded without any issues.As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Jeno forced himself to focus. Haechan’s arrival was just the beginning of a new storm brewing within the palace, and before the night ended, he would have to face yet another battle—one far more personal, one that involved the only person who had ever made his heart waver. Jeno needed to be careful, needed to find the right way to approach Mark without triggering his possessiveness. --- As Jeno sat in his chamber, the dim candlelight flickered over the scattered documents before him. His spy had delivered the final piece of the report regarding Jaehyun, the man who had mysteriously climbed the ranks under Taeyong’s wing. Jeno’s sharp eyes scanned the aged parchment, taking in every detail.Jaehyun was not just another commoner who had risen through skill and luck—he was once the son of a noble family, one that had been wiped out in a brutal attack on their village years ago. Jeno frowned, flipping through the records until his gaze landed on a name written in neat, faded ink.Na Jaehyun.The surname struck him like a bolt of lightning. His fingers tightened around the parchment as realization dawned upon him. Na. The same surname Jaemin carried.His mind reeled, replaying every conversation he’d ever had with Jaemin about his past. The young omega had spoken in a dialect distinct to a particular province—the same one Jaehyun’s family had come from. More than once, Jaemin had whispered about the family he had lost, about an older brother he barely remembered but longed to find.Jeno’s breath caught in his throat. Could it be…?His instincts told him there was no mistake. Jaehyun was Jaemin’s long-lost brother.The document trembled slightly in his grasp as he leaned back, processing the implications of this discovery. Jaemin had spent years searching for his family, believing them to be dead. And yet, his brother had been within the city boundary all this time.But Jaehyun didn’t know.And neither did Jaemin.Jeno exhaled sharply, his mind racing. What was he supposed to do with this knowledge? --- The secluded chamber was dimly lit, a single lantern flickering between the four men seated in tense silence. This meeting had been arranged in the utmost secrecy—not even the court ministers knew.Jeno stood rigidly beside Mark, his eyes never leaving the two figures before them—Taeyong, the leader of the rebel faction, and Jaehyun, his ever-loyal right hand.Jeno had already confirmed Jaehyun’s identity. Jaemin’s brother. The realization made his muscles coil with tension, but he kept his expression unreadable.Taeyong was the first to break the silence, leaning back with a smirk. “I never thought the future king himself would come to negotiate with us.”Mark’s jaw was set, his voice unwavering. “If it means finding a solution for my kingdom, I will do whatever it takes.”Taeyong scoffed. “Big words from a prince who sits in a palace while the people suffer.”Jeno shifted slightly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though he made no move to draw it. Beside Taeyong, Jaehyun remained just as motionless, but his sharp gaze flickered between Mark and Jeno, as if weighing their every word.Mark didn’t let the insult faze him. “Then tell me your demands. Why are you causing chaos in my city?”Taeyong’s smirk faded, and his expression hardened. “You know why. But fine, I’ll say it again, in case your court has been whispering lies in your ear.”He began listing them one by one:“Your kingdom turns refugees into slaves, brothel workers, or corpses. We want a system where they can live, work, and be part of society—not discarded like trash.”“Your palace takes omegas without a choice. Do you think they want to serve in silk robes, waiting for a king’s favor? We want it stopped.”“Your court is rotten. Some of your own ministers profit from selling omegas, from smuggling, from hoarding wealth while the people starve. We want them removed.”Taeyong’s eyes darkened. “We don’t want to overthrow you, Prince. But we don’t trust you. Every king before you upheld the same corruption. Why should we believe you’ll be different?”Silence stretched between them. Jeno’s grip tightened slightly, but he forced himself to remain composed. Mark, however, didn’t hesitate.“I will find a solution for all of this,” Mark said firmly. “There’s no need for bloodshed.”Taeyong let out a short, bitter laugh. “And why should we believe you? Kings make promises, then break them once they sit on their throne.” His gaze turned sharp. “You’ll forget, just like all the others.”Mark inhaled deeply before speaking again, his voice unwavering. “Then work with me.”Jeno’s head snapped toward him. “Your Highness—”Mark held up a hand, silencing him. His gaze locked onto Taeyong’s. “You don’t believe in kings? Fine. Then I’ll create a department under your supervision. You and your men will work on these issues directly, alongside me. You won’t need to cause rebellion in my kingdom—you’ll be responsible for fixing it.”Taeyong’s expression shifted, momentarily caught off guard. Even Jaehyun’s neutral mask flickered.Jeno clenched his jaw. This was dangerous. Giving the rebels an official position in the court? What was Mark thinking?But Mark remained steadfast. “This is my offer. You can either keep fighting against the palace, or you can change it from within. Your choice.”A heavy silence filled the room as Taeyong studied Mark carefully. The future king had just handed him something no ruler had ever dared to offer.Now, it was up to him to decide. --- Jeno walked through the dimly lit palace corridors, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions.Mark’s offer to Taeyong still lingered in his head. Entrusting rebels with power within the palace? It was bold—too bold. But that was Mark. Always willing to risk everything to secure his rule.Yet, Jeno’s own thoughts weren’t on politics right now. Jaehyun. Na Jaehyun.Jaemin’s brother.The truth had settled in his chest like a heavy weight. He had planned to inform Mark first, but now… he needed to talk to Jaemin.Tomorrow, Haechan and his family would arrive, and after that, there would be no time—no moment of peace. If Jeno didn’t go now, he might not get the chance.With a determined breath, he made his way toward the concubine quarters.But as he approached Jaemin’s residence, his sharp eyes caught an unusual sight—Renjun, pacing anxiously near Jaemin’s room.The omega looked unsettled, his hands clenching the sleeves of his robes as he muttered under his breath.Jeno frowned. What was he doing here so late?The moment Renjun saw him, he hurried over. “Jeno,” he whispered urgently. “You need to know something.”Jeno’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”Renjun glanced around, ensuring they were alone before speaking. “Jaemin’s in heat.”The words sent a jolt through Jeno’s body.Jaemin. In heat.His alpha instincts roared to life, muscles coiling as if ready to run straight to his omega—No. Not yet. He needed to talk with Mark first.Jeno swallowed down the possessive growl threatening to escape. He forced his voice to remain steady. “Why are you telling me this?”Renjun’s expression darkened. “Because I think Yoona is involved.”Jeno stilled. “Yoona?”Renjun nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I had a suspicion the moment Jaemin mentioned feeling strange while going to his room earlier. He said it came out of nowhere. Too sudden, too unnatural. He had just finished his dinner, which Yoona herself had brought for him.”Jeno’s fists clenched. Suppressants being tampered with.“Yoona wouldn’t dare—”“She would,” Renjun cut him off. “She’s been waiting for this. She's been consistently asking Jaemin to bear Mark's child before his marriage to Haechan. And I think she’ll go to Mark tonight, tell him Jaemin needs him.” His voice lowered, eyes sharp. “To conceive.”Jeno’s blood turned to ice.Mark. With Jaemin. In heat.No.A low growl rumbled in his chest, and for the first time, he didn’t try to suppress it. His body was already reacting, his alpha instincts demanding he get to Jaemin now.Renjun stepped closer, studying him. “Jeno,” he said quietly. “You can’t keep doing this. Sooner or later, Mark will find out.”Jeno exhaled harshly. “Where is Jaemin?”Renjun hesitated before answering, “In his other room, but… Jeno, what are you going to do?”Jeno’s eyes darkened. “Keep Mark busy.”Renjun nodded. “Fine. But Jeno—” He hesitated before sighing. “This won’t work forever.”Jeno didn’t respond. He didn’t have time for second thoughts.Without another word, he turned on his heel, heading straight for Jaemin’s room.Tonight, Jaemin would not be forced into Mark’s bed.Not while Jeno was still breathing. --- Jeno made his way through the dimly lit corridors, his mind racing with urgency. He needed to act fast. If Yoona truly planned to send Mark to Jaemin tonight, there was no time to waste.Before heading to Jaemin, he had one more thing to take care of.He found Jisung and Chenle in the security quarters, both engaged in last-minute preparations for Haechan’s family arrival. They turned as he entered, sensing the tension rolling off him in waves."You two need to be fully prepared for tomorrow," Jeno said, his voice firm. "Haechan and his family must be received with the highest caution. The rebels are unpredictable, and we cannot afford any mistakes. Everything must go smoothly."Jisung frowned, arms crossed. "Why do you sound like you won’t be here? You’re the one who should be leading this. What could possibly be more important than ensuring the safety of the royal family?"Jeno hesitated for only a second before exhaling sharply. He met Jisung’s gaze head-on. "My omega needs me."Silence.Jisung and Chenle stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.Jeno never spoke of personal matters. Never.And now, here he was, prioritizing something—someone—over his duty to the Crown.He didn’t wait for a response. Turning on his heel, he strode out of the room, leaving them standing in stunned silence as his words echoed in the air.
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Jaemin curled up on the soft bedding, his body burning with a feverish heat that made every breath feel labored. His skin felt too sensitive, the lightest brush of the silk sheets sending shivers through his spine. His mind was clouded, his body restless as he trembled, caught in the suffocating haze of his heat. The room, secluded and dimly lit, seemed far too empty, far too cold despite the unbearable warmth coursing through his veins.His omega whimpered for its mate. The hollow ache in his chest grew unbearable, an insatiable hunger gnawing at him from the inside out. Every fiber of his being screamed for Jeno, for the strong arms that had held him, for the scent that made him feel safe, grounded. But he was alone.Jaemin bit his lip, his hands clutching the fabric of his robe as if it could offer any solace. His body betrayed him, his legs pressing together in a desperate attempt to quell the rising need. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. His heat was cruel, teasing him with phantom touches, making him recall the warmth of Jeno’s hands, the deep rumble of his voice.His omega cried out for its alpha. His alpha.Tears pricked at his eyes as he buried his face into the pillows, inhaling the faintest trace of Jeno’s scent lingering in his memory. It only made it worse. He had never experienced a heat this intense, this painful. It was different this time. He wasn’t just aching from the biological torment—he was aching because he knew exactly who he needed. He didn’t want any alpha. He wanted Jeno.But Jeno wasn’t here.A sob tore from his throat as he curled in on himself, trying to suppress the overwhelming need threatening to consume him. How much longer could he endure this? Would he break before Jeno came? Would Jeno even come at all?His heart clenched at the thought, the fear creeping in alongside the unbearable desire. He needed Jeno. Needed him more than air, more than life itself. His body was pleading, his soul screaming for the only alpha it would ever accept.Jaemin gasped as another wave of heat crashed over him, his entire body shuddering from the intensity of it. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.“Jeno…” he whimpered, voice barely above a breath, as if calling his name could summon him.But only silence answered him, and Jaemin was left to drown in the fire alone.--- Jaemin trembled as he lay sprawled on the silk sheets, his body burning, his mind consumed by need. His omega instincts screamed for relief, but no matter how much he touched himself, it wasn’t enough. His fingers were too cold, too unfamiliar, lacking the rough yet tender touch he craved."Jeno…" he whimpered, voice breaking, frustration mixing with the unbearable heat coursing through him. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he curled into himself, the loneliness of his heat suffocating him. His entire body ached for his alpha, for the one person who could ease his suffering.His breathing hitched as he tried again, slipping his fingers lower, trying to chase any form of satisfaction, but the emptiness only grew, taunting him. His sobs became desperate, gasping for air between whimpers of Jeno’s name. "Jeno, please…"Then, as if the heavens had answered his plea, the doors burst open.The moment his blurry eyes landed on the strong figure stepping in, relief flooded him so intensely that a broken sob tore from his throat. "Jeno… Jeno!" His arms reached out helplessly, his body writhing as his instincts screamed for his alpha to take him, to claim him.Jeno shut the door swiftly, locking them away from the world. His sharp eyes took in Jaemin’s state—flushed skin, sweat-dampened hair, tear-streaked cheeks. His scent was thick in the air, sweet and intoxicating, pulling at every inch of Jeno’s self-control. But all he could focus on was Jaemin’s tear-filled eyes, the way he looked at him like he was the only thing keeping him from breaking completely.Jeno strode forward, reaching him in an instant. He gathered Jaemin into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. "I’m here, Jaemin… I’m here. It’s okay."Jaemin sobbed against him, his fists clenching onto Jeno’s robe, refusing to let go. "It hurts… Jeno, it hurts so much…! I need you. I need you."Jeno swallowed thickly, brushing Jaemin’s damp hair away from his face. "I know, sweetheart. I know." His thumb gently wiped the tears off Jaemin’s flushed cheeks. "I won’t leave you. I promise. I’ll take care of you."Jaemin sniffled, eyes searching Jeno’s, desperate and pleading. "Please… please don’t make me wait anymore. I can’t take it—Jeno, please—"Jeno silenced him with a kiss. A deep, consuming kiss that made Jaemin melt, his body relaxing into Jeno’s hold as if he had finally found his home. Jaemin whimpered into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Jeno’s neck, pressing closer, needing more, needing everything.Jeno pulled away just enough to breathe against Jaemin’s lips. "I’ll make it better. Just hold onto me, okay?"Jaemin nodded frantically, his lips chasing Jeno’s again.Jeno kissed him again, this time slower, deeper. His hands roamed Jaemin’s body, comforting and possessive, igniting something even hotter within the omega. Jaemin gasped as Jeno’s fingers traced down his spine, pressing against the sensitive spots that made him shudder.Jeno moved them, gently pushing Jaemin onto his back, hovering over him as he continued kissing him, his hands now caressing the feverish skin beneath him. Every touch sent sparks through Jaemin’s body, his legs instinctively parting to welcome Jeno’s weight."Jeno…" Jaemin breathed, arching into him. "More… please…"Jeno looked down at him, eyes dark with desire but filled with tenderness. "I’ll give you everything, love."And with that, he began taking care of his omega the way only he could.---Jeno slowly undressed Jaemin, his hands shaking as he traced every inch of his omega’s heated skin. The room was thick with Jaemin’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, pulling Jeno deeper into his instincts. Jaemin whimpered beneath him, his body instinctively arching into every touch, desperate for more. The slick pooling beneath him was overwhelming, his entire lower half drenched in the evidence of his unbearable need.
Jeno kissed him deeply, swallowing his whimpers and cries, his tongue coaxing Jaemin's into submission. He moved lower, dragging his lips over Jaemin’s flushed skin, kissing and marking every inch as he went.Jaemin’s body jolted when Jeno reached his inner thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh with open-mouthed kisses."Please, Jeno..." Jaemin’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with desperation and longing.Jeno exhaled heavily, his pupils blown wide with desire. "I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you."He spread Jaemin’s legs further apart, his fingers brushing through the obscene slick coating his omega’s thighs. The sheer amount made Jeno groan, his own body reacting with a sharp pulse of need."So wet for me… You're perfect, Jaemin."Jaemin shivered at the praise, his back arching as Jeno leaned down and flicked his tongue over his entrance. A loud, broken cry tore from his throat as pleasure shot through him, his entire body trembling. Jeno didn’t stop—he licked, sucked, and worshipped Jaemin’s most sensitive spot, his strong hands gripping Jaemin’s hips to hold him still. Jaemin gasped, his hands tangling into Jeno’s hair, pulling him closer."Ah—Jeno!" Jaemin sobbed, his body jerking as Jeno devoured him, lapping up every drop of slick, his tongue working Jaemin open with slow, precise strokes.Jeno felt his own control slipping. His alpha demanded more."You’re so wet for me," he murmured, voice rough with hunger. "So perfect. Mine."Jaemin nodded desperately, hips rolling against Jeno’s mouth. "Yours—always yours—"Jaemin’s fingers tangled in Jeno’s hair, pulling desperately as his body wound tighter and tighter. "Jeno—! I can't—I'm going to—"Jeno sucked harder, pressing his tongue deep inside, and that was all it took. Jaemin came with a choked sob, his body shaking violently, pleasure crashing over him in intense waves. His slick gushed even more, drenching Jeno’s mouth and fingers as he rode out his high.Jeno groaned, the sight of his omega completely wrecked beneath him pushing him further into his own need. He barely gave Jaemin time to recover before positioning himself at his entrance, his tip pressing against the soaked heat."Tell me you want this," Jeno murmured, his voice strained with restraint.Jaemin's teary eyes met his. "I need you, Jeno. Please—fill me up." That was all Jeno needed. He pushed inside slowly, letting Jaemin adjust to the stretch. A shudder ran through them both as Jeno sank deeper, his body fitting perfectly against Jaemin’s. Jaemin gasped, his nails digging into Jeno’s back as the overwhelming sensation consumed him."So tight—fuck," Jeno groaned, burying his face in Jaemin’s shoulder. "I’ll make you feel good, baby. I promise."Jaemin clung to him, tears slipping from his eyes. "More, Jeno—please—"Jeno started moving, setting a slow but deep pace, rolling his hips to ensure Jaemin felt every inch of him. Jaemin’s whimpers grew into cries of pleasure, his body completely at Jeno’s mercy. Their breaths mingled, the room filled with the wet sounds of their joining, Jaemin’s desperate cries, and Jeno’s possessive growls. Every thrust sent shockwaves of bliss through him, and soon, he was unraveling again, his body tightening around Jeno as another orgasm crashed through.Jeno groaned, unable to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he spilled inside Jaemin, his knot beginning to swell as he locked them together. A shudder passed through him as he realized—his rut had begun.His eyes locked onto Jaemin’s wide, teary ones. The realization hit them both at once.Jaemin whimpered, clinging to Jeno. "Jeno...your rut...""Jeno… we’re meant to be mates…" Jaemin whispered.Jeno exhaled shakily, cupping Jaemin’s face. "Yes, love. You’re mine. And this—this is just the beginning."
A shiver ran down Jaemin’s spine at the promise, his body already igniting with need again. They had a long night ahead of them--- Jeno's rut had fully taken over, driving him into an insatiable need to claim and satisfy his omega. His cock, swollen and engorged from his rut, filled Jaemin completely, stretching him to the brink with every relentless thrust. The slick pooling beneath them only fueled Jeno’s primal instincts, making him move faster, rougher, deeper.Jaemin sobbed against the sheets, his body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. He had lost count of how many times he had climaxed, his body wrung dry yet still aching for more. His heat demanded every ounce of Jeno’s attention, and Jeno—deep in his own rut—was more than willing to give it.The bed creaked wildly, the wooden frame groaning under the force of Jeno’s thrusts. Jaemin gasped as Jeno flipped him onto his stomach, pulling his hips up and pounding into him from behind. The angle had Jaemin seeing stars, his voice breaking as he cried out Jeno’s name. The omega's hands clenched the sheets, his body jerking with every brutal stroke."You take me so well, my omega," Jeno growled against his ear, his voice rough with desire. "You were made for me."Jaemin could only whimper, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust. His entire body trembled, his heat making him so sensitive that even the friction of Jeno’s abdomen brushing against his back sent shivers down his spine.Jeno wasn’t done. He pulled Jaemin up onto his lap, letting the omega straddle him. Jaemin barely had the strength to hold himself up, but Jeno’s strong arms secured him in place. He bounced Jaemin on his cock, his hands gripping Jaemin’s waist possessively. The stretch was deeper like this, the sensation too much, yet Jaemin never wanted it to stop.“J-Jeno—” Jaemin sobbed, his fingers digging into Jeno’s shoulders.“You feel so good,” Jeno groaned, his eyes dark with lust. “So perfect for me.”Jaemin clenched around him, his body responding helplessly to his alpha’s praise. His vision blurred with tears as he reached his climax again, his body shuddering violently in Jeno’s hold. But Jeno wasn’t done. He turned Jaemin again, pressing him to the mattress, and drove into him without pause. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, their heavy breaths, Jaemin’s broken moans.The night stretched on, Jaemin’s body utterly claimed by Jeno’s relentless need. Every position, every touch, every knot Jeno tied inside him only solidified their bond, making it impossible to deny that they belonged to each other.
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The morning light barely seeped through the curtains of the secluded chamber, the air still heavy with the intoxicating scent of their joined pheromones. Jeno stirred first, his body instinctively tightening around the warm figure pressed against him. Jaemin lay nestled in his embrace, his breath slow and steady, completely exhausted from the night before.Jeno’s mind drifted back to the events of last night—the way Jaemin had cried out his name, the desperate way he had clung to him, the way his body had surrendered to his alpha so naturally. Even now, the thought sent a possessive shiver down Jeno’s spine. His omega. His mate. They had given in to their instincts, their love, and the bond that was undeniably meant to be.He looked down at Jaemin, his skin still glowing, his lips slightly parted, and his scent as sweet as ever. But Jeno knew the worst wasn’t over. Their heat and rut would last at least a couple more days, and Jaemin needed to keep his strength up.With a soft murmur, Jeno brushed Jaemin’s hair away from his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Jaem,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Wake up for a bit. You need water.”Jaemin groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open, still heavy with exhaustion. He blinked up at Jeno, his gaze dazed but warm. “Mmm… don’t wanna move,” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer into Jeno’s chest.Jeno chuckled, stroking his back. “I know, baby. But you need to drink something before the next wave hits. Come on.”With effort, Jaemin allowed Jeno to help him sit up, though his body still felt weak. Jeno reached over to the tray he had brought in earlier, grabbing a cup of water first. He held it to Jaemin’s lips, watching as he took small sips, his throat bobbing.“Good,” Jeno murmured approvingly. “Now, just a little bit of fruit.” He picked up a slice of peach and held it to Jaemin’s lips. Jaemin hesitated but then took a bite, chewing slowly. Jeno smiled softly as he continued feeding him small pieces.Once Jaemin had eaten enough, he sighed, content but still drowsy. He let himself collapse back into Jeno’s arms, their bare skin pressing together once more under the thin sheets. Jeno wrapped his arms around him protectively, their bodies fitting together perfectly.Jaemin hummed softly, tracing lazy patterns on Jeno’s chest. “Jeno…”“Hm?” Jeno responded, enjoying the warmth of Jaemin’s touch.Jaemin hesitated, biting his lip. “Something doesn’t feel right,” he admitted. “My heat wasn’t supposed to come this early. I usually get symptoms first, but this… it just hit all of a sudden.” He looked up at Jeno with furrowed brows. “Why?”Jeno exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. He had been debating whether to tell Jaemin, but he knew he couldn’t keep it from him. “It was Yoona,” he said, voice low but steady.Jaemin stiffened slightly in his arms. “Yoona?”Jeno nodded. “Renjun suspected it, and I confirmed it. She must have given you something to trigger your heat early. She was planning to send Mark to you last night.”Jaemin’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in shock. “No… she wouldn’t…” But deep down, he knew it was possible. He had felt it—the way she had been pressuring him, the way she had insisted on his role in the palace.Jeno tightened his hold on Jaemin, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I wasn’t going to let that happen. You’re mine, Jaemin. Only mine.” His voice was laced with possessiveness, but it was also filled with a rare tenderness.Jaemin swallowed hard, his heart pounding at the realization. He had always known the palace had control over his life, but this… this was different. They had tried to take away his choice completely.For the first time, Jaemin felt something stronger than fear—he felt anger. But in Jeno’s arms, he also felt something else.Safe. ---Jeno and Jaemin lay tangled in each other's arms, their bodies still sensitive from the passion of the night before. Their breaths mingled as soft kisses were exchanged, slow and unhurried, as if savoring the calm before the inevitable storm of heat would overtake them once more.Jeno traced Jaemin’s flushed cheek with his fingers, his heart swelling with emotions that were too complex to put into words. His mind drifted back to the conversation from earlier. If he hadn’t come to Jaemin last night, Mark would have. The very thought made something feral coil inside him, a jealousy and possessiveness so deep it nearly consumed him.Jaemin was his. His omega. No one else had the right to claim him, to touch him the way Jeno did. The idea of Jaemin carrying someone else’s pups ignited a dangerous fire in his veins. He pressed closer, his lips finding Jaemin’s again, more insistent now.A whimper escaped Jaemin as the heat surged through him again, the soft sigh of need breaking Jeno’s last shred of restraint. His omega was calling for him, and nothing else in the world mattered..
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.Jeno’s possessiveness surged as he thrust into Jaemin, their bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of their intertwined pheromones. His grip on Jaemin’s waist tightened, fingers pressing into soft, heated skin. Jaemin whimpered beneath him, his body pliant and trembling with need, his omega instincts surrendering to the overwhelming presence of his alpha.“You’re mine,” Jeno growled into Jaemin’s ear, his voice husky with lust and raw possessiveness. “I’ll fill you up, breed you so no one else can even think of touching you.”Jaemin moaned loudly at Jeno’s words, his nails clawing at Jeno’s back, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The thought of being claimed, of carrying Jeno’s pups, sent another wave of heat crashing over him. His body clenched around Jeno’s cock, slick gushing out as he teetered on the edge of another orgasm.“Jeno—” Jaemin gasped, his voice breaking into a desperate plea. His body convulsed, pleasure consuming him as he came, his release spilling between them. Jeno groaned, feeling Jaemin tighten around him, pushing him closer to his own climax. His knot swelled, locking them together as he buried himself deep inside his omega, spilling his seed with a low growl of satisfaction.Jaemin panted, his body trembling in the aftermath, but Jeno wasn’t done. The moment Jaemin’s heat flared again, Jeno’s rut took control, compelling him to move once more. He flipped Jaemin onto his stomach, spreading his legs wider before plunging back inside with a force that had the bed creaking wildly. Jaemin let out a strangled moan, his fingers gripping the sheets as Jeno set a ruthless pace.“You’re taking me so well,” Jeno murmured against the back of Jaemin’s neck, his teeth grazing over the delicate skin there. “You were made for me, made to take my seeds.”Jaemin could only whimper in response, completely lost in the pleasure. His body responded instinctively, pushing back against Jeno’s thrusts, needing more, craving every inch of his alpha. The room was filled with the sounds of their desperate coupling—moans, the slap of skin against skin, the deep growls rumbling from Jeno’s chest.“Say it,” Jeno urged, pressing a hand to Jaemin’s stomach, feeling the slight bulge from how deep he was. “Say you belong to me.”“I—I belong to you,” Jaemin choked out, his body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through him. His vision blurred, his mind hazy from the relentless pleasure. “Make me round with your pups Jeno, I want it!Jeno groaned, his knot swelling once again as he pumped his seed into Jaemin, marking him in the most primal way possible. He held Jaemin close, their bodies still locked together, his hands caressing every inch of flushed skin.“This is just the beginning,” Jeno whispered against Jaemin’s temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “I’ll give you everything, my omega.”Jaemin sighed, exhausted yet utterly satisfied, sinking into Jeno’s warmth as they drifted together through the haze of their heat and rut, knowing they were bound in a way no one could break.--- Jeno’s heat and rut had finally subsided, and with it came the weight of reality settling back onto his shoulders. As much as he wanted to stay wrapped in Jaemin’s warmth, he knew there were urgent matters he needed to tend to. Gently, he helped Jaemin dress before escorting him back to his room.“Rest well,” Jeno murmured, brushing Jaemin’s hair back. His omega still looked exhausted, his body spent from the past days. Jeno turned to the maids waiting nearby. “Take care of him. Make sure he eats properly.”Jaemin, half-lidded with sleep, held onto Jeno’s wrist. “You’ll come back?”Jeno smiled, squeezing his hand. “By tonight. There’s something important I need to talk to you about.”With that promise, he left, stepping back into the bustling palace. The atmosphere had shifted completely—preparations for Haechan and his royal family’s arrival had thrown the palace into a frenzy. Servants rushed in all directions, decorations were being finalized, and nobles were gathering for the upcoming wedding and coronation.Jeno’s priority, however, was to find Mark. But as expected, the crown prince was busy, surrounded by officials and the royal guests. Haechan stood beside him, gracefully taking on his role as the future queen. Jeno knew he wouldn’t be able to get a private moment with Mark any time soon, so he sought out Jisung and Chenle instead.He found them near the guards’ quarters, going over security details.“There he is,” Chenle smirked as Jeno approached. “We were just talking about you.”Jisung gave Jeno a pointed look. “You look like a man who’s been through a war.”Chenle laughed. “More like a man who just spent days tangled with his omega.”Jeno rolled his eyes, but his lack of denial only made Chenle’s grin widen. “How’s Jaemin? Can he even walk?”Jisung nudged Chenle in the ribs, though his own expression was serious. “Jokes aside, Jeno… what are you thinking? About Jaemin?”Jeno met Jisung’s gaze steadily. “I love him.”That silenced them. Chenle blinked, for once at a loss for words, while Jisung slowly nodded in understanding.“I’m going to talk to Mark,” Jeno continued. “Jaemin isn’t just some concubine to me.”Jisung sighed, rubbing his temple. “I figured as much. But you know this won’t be simple.”Jeno nodded, already well aware of the battle ahead. “I don’t care how complicated it is. I won’t let him go.”Jisung let out a breath. “Then we’ll have your back.”Chenle grinned. “And maybe help Jaemin walk straight again.”Jeno swatted him on the back of the head.Moving onto business, Jeno asked, “Any news from the rebels?”Jisung’s face turned more serious. “Surprisingly, nothing during the royal family’s arrival. No disruptions, no riots. It all went smoothly.”That struck Jeno as odd. “They’ve been causing chaos for months. Why stop now?”Chenle’s expression darkened. “Because they sent Mark a letter. We don’t know what was in it. He’s kept it private.”Jeno frowned. “Then I need to find out from Mark directly.”--- As Jeno approached Mark’s chambers, he saw the door open, and Haechan stepped out. Dressed in royal attire, his presence exuded confidence, his sharp gaze landing on Jeno with familiarity. The two had grown up together, trained together, fought side by side—yet tonight, there was a subtle shift, an undercurrent of tension that hadn’t been there before."Jeno,” Haechan greeted with a warm smile. “It’s been a while.”Jeno gave a respectful bow. “Your Highness.”Haechan rolled his eyes. “Still so formal. We grew up together, didn’t we?”Jeno allowed himself a small smile, but before he could respond, Haechan’s expression turned playful. “So, you were not there to welcome me!.”Jeno offered a small nod. “I had matters to tend to.”“Matters?” Haechan echoed, raising an eyebrow. “I heard you finally got an omega.”Jeno stiffened, his jaw tightening. If Haechan knew, then the entire palace likely did. He needed to talk to Mark before this spiraled further.Haechan chuckled at Jeno’s reaction. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But you might want to get ahead of the rumors. The palace walls have ears, and everyone is already talking.”Jeno forced a small smile before nodding. “Thanks for the advice.”Haechan gave a small wave before walking past him. Jeno took a deep breath and entered the chamber.Mark was seated at a grand table, various documents spread before him. He didn’t look up immediately, but when he did, his gaze was colder than Jeno had expected.“So, you finally decided to return.” Mark’s voice was cold, laced with something dangerously close to disappointment. “Where have you been for the last two days?”Jeno stood firm. “I—”“What was so important that you abandoned your duties?” Mark interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “That you forgot your responsibilities?”Jeno clenched his fists, knowing this conversation was inevitable. “I was with Jaemin.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “I know. The entire palace knows.” He exhaled sharply, tossing the document onto the table. “You know what hurts the most, Jeno? Not that you fell in love with Jaemin. Not that you claimed him. But that you didn’t tell me.”Jeno’s throat felt dry. “Mark, I—”“All our lives, you were terrified of betraying me. But in the end, you did.” Mark’s voice held no anger, only an unsettling calmness. “Not because you took my concubine. But because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”Jeno’s heart pounded. “It wasn’t about trust. I—”Mark shook his head. “I considered you my brother, my best friend. But you never did, did you?” His voice softened, yet the weight of his words was suffocating. “To you, I was always the Crown Prince first. That is your greatest betrayal.”Jeno opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. Mark studied him for a long moment before reaching for a letter on the table. He held it out to Jeno.“If this is what you want,” Mark said quietly, “then take your omega. I won’t stand in your way.”Jeno’s breath caught in his throat as Mark continued. “But from now on, you are only my knight. Nothing more. Not my brother. Not my friend. Just my guard.”Jeno felt as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Mark’s words were final, cutting deeper than any sword ever could. But he didn’t argue. He had made his choice.He stepped forward, taking the letter from Mark’s hand. He bowed deeply, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his chest. “As you command, Your Majesty.”Without another word, he turned and left the chamber, the door closing behind him with a quiet thud that felt like the final seal on what they once had.
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Jaemin lay on his bed, body still aching from the aftermath of his heat. The silk sheets felt cool against his bare skin, a stark contrast to the burning fever that had consumed him for the past two days. His body was exhausted, but his mind was restless. He turned onto his side, staring at the dimly lit lanterns that cast a warm glow across his chamber. Everything felt different now.He had spent his heat with Jeno.Not just anyone—his Jeno.The memories came rushing back, flooding his senses with phantom touches and whispered promises. The way Jeno had held him, kissed him, and claimed him over and over again. It wasn’t just his body that Jeno had taken—it was his heart. Jaemin could still hear Jeno’s voice in his ears, the possessiveness in his tone when he promised to fill him with his pups, to never let anyone else have him. It should have scared him, but instead, it made him feel safe.For the first time since entering the palace, Jaemin didn’t feel alone.His fingers trailed over the faint marks Jeno had left on his skin, reminders of what they had shared. A warmth spread in his chest, but it was accompanied by an ache—one he couldn’t quite place. Jeno had promised to come back tonight, but the sun had long since set, and there was still no sign of him.A knock on his door startled him. He sat up, clutching the sheets around himself as a maid stepped inside, bowing politely.“My Lord, Sir Jeno has returned to the palace,” she informed him. “However, he has yet to visit the concubines’ quarters.”Jaemin’s heart sank. He had been waiting, expecting Jeno to return as he promised, but if Jeno was back and hadn’t come to see him, then something must have happened.“Did he say anything?” he asked, his voice quieter than he intended.The maid shook her head. “No, my Lord. But I was asked to ensure you eat and rest properly.”Jaemin pressed his lips together, nodding slightly before dismissing her. As the door closed, he sank back against the pillows, his thoughts racing. What could have happened? Jeno wasn’t someone who broke his promises easily.Unease settled in his chest. Something was wrong. And Jaemin intended to find out what it was. --- Jaemin awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through his chamber. His body still ached - the aftermath of his heat. Jaemin let out a slow breath, shifting slightly under the silk sheets. He was content.But he was also waiting.Jeno had promised to return last night. Yet, he never came.Jaemin tried not to let worry seep into his heart. He told himself Jeno was just busy, that there must have been urgent matters that kept him away. Still, the emptiness beside him felt colder than he liked. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stretched his sore limbs and forced himself to get up. Today was a new day, and he couldn’t let himself spiral into doubt. After taking a long bath to ease the exhaustion from his body, Jaemin decided to step out and get some fresh air. He had spent far too much time confined to his chamber, and he needed something to clear his mind. Draping a light outer robe over his hanbok, he made his way through the palace corridors, heading toward one of the open balconies that overlooked the garden.As he walked, he noticed two figures standing on a distant balcony, engaged in conversation.Renjun and Haechan.They were talking casually, smiles gracing their faces as if they had known each other for a lifetime. Jaemin found himself pausing, watching them from afar. It was still strange to him—how the soon-to-be queen was standing beside one of the Mark’s concubines so naturally, without any judgment, without the barriers of status weighing between them.Jaemin wondered what they were talking about. Were they reminiscing about the past? Or maybe discussing the future that awaited them both? For a moment, he allowed himself to wonder—if things had been different, could he have had such friendships too? Could he have had a life where he wasn’t just someone waiting in the shadows?Before he could retreat, Renjun noticed him and waved him over.“Jaemin! Come here!”Hesitant but unable to refuse, Jaemin stepped closer, offering a small bow in greeting.“I was just telling Haechan about how stubborn you are,” Renjun said teasingly, making Jaemin raise an eyebrow.Haechan chuckled. “I find that hard to believe. From what I’ve heard, you managed to do something no one else has—catch Jeno’s attention.”Jaemin felt his breath hitch slightly at the comment, heat rising to his cheeks. “I—”Haechan smiled knowingly. “Don’t be embarrassed. Jeno has always been…distant. Even when we were children, he was never truly free. Always bound by something, something none of us could see but always felt.” His expression softened. “But now, for the first time, I think he’s allowing himself to want something for himself.”Jaemin’s heart clenched at those words. He knew what Haechan meant. Jeno had spent his whole life devoted to Mark, to the duty placed upon him. If Jaemin had truly become the exception to that, then he would not take it for granted.“I’m happy for him,” Haechan continued, glancing out at the horizon. “I hope he lets himself hold onto it.”Jaemin swallowed, gripping the edge of his robe. He hoped for the same thing. --- Jaemin hesitated for a moment before nodding, accepting Haechan’s offer to have lunch together. He had never interacted much with the soon-to-be queen, but Haechan's warm and easygoing nature was enough to put him at ease. As they walked through the palace halls, Jaemin observed how effortlessly Haechan carried himself—charming and confident, yet with an air of approachability that made it clear why Renjun and even Mark seemed so fond of him.Settling in a private dining chamber, they were served an elaborate meal, though Haechan waved off the formalities with an exaggerated sigh. "You know, sometimes I wish I could just eat like a commoner. No twenty different utensils, no ten-course meals, just simple food without all the fuss."Jaemin laughed at the way Haechan dramatically slumped in his seat. "You could always try sneaking into the kitchen at night. I’m sure the palace chefs wouldn’t mind."Haechan perked up, pointing his chopsticks at Jaemin. "Now that’s an idea. Maybe we should do that one night. You, me, and Renjun. We’ll call it ‘The Great Midnight Kitchen Heist.’"Jaemin chuckled, already warming up to Haechan’s playful personality. He hadn’t expected the soon-to-be queen to be so down-to-earth. It was refreshing, and for the first time in a long while, Jaemin felt like he could enjoy a normal conversation without the weight of the palace’s expectations bearing down on him.But as the meal continued, Haechan’s expression gradually turned serious. He placed his chopsticks down and looked at Jaemin with sharp eyes. "I heard what Yoona tried to do to you. How she forced your heat to come early."Jaemin’s hands tightened around the edge of his robes. He had tried to push the thought aside, tried to bury it beneath the comfort Jeno had given him. But hearing it spoken out loud brought a fresh wave of unease. "I… didn’t expect you to know."Haechan leaned forward, voice steady but firm. "Of course, I know. I may not be the queen yet, but I’ve been keeping an eye on things ever since I stepped foot in this palace. I know Yoona has been dismissed from her position, but that doesn’t undo what she did. What she almost did."Jaemin lowered his gaze. "I never wanted to be here, you know. When I was first brought in as a concubine, I thought I would live my life just existing, nothing more. But now… everything has changed."Haechan gave him a knowing look. "Because of Jeno."Jaemin swallowed, but he didn’t deny it. "Because of Jeno."Haechan sighed, leaning back in his seat. "You don’t need to say anything, Jaemin. I just wanted you to know that once the wedding is over, I’ll make sure things like this don’t happen again. No concubine should have to go through what you did. Mark and I may not be able to change everything overnight, but we will change the way this palace treats people."Jaemin looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. "You really mean that, don’t you?"Haechan grinned, but there was steel behind it. "I do. And I don’t care what the court thinks. This place needs to change." He tilted his head, smirking slightly. "Besides, if I don’t do it, I’m sure you and Jeno will cause enough chaos to shake things up yourselves."Jaemin laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days. "We just might."They finished their meal in a more comfortable silence, Jaemin feeling a newfound sense of trust toward Haechan. Maybe, just maybe, this palace wasn’t such a lonely place after all. ---Jaemin sat in the secluded palace garden, bathed in the silver glow of the moon. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets filled the silence, but his mind was restless. The night air was cool against his skin, but an unmistakable warmth settled in his chest when he caught a familiar scent.He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“You’re late,” Jaemin said softly, a hint of teasing in his tone as Jeno stepped into the garden. He kept his gaze on the moon, though his lips curled slightly. “You promised me last night.”Jeno exhaled, stepping closer. He had expected Jaemin to be upset, but there was no bitterness in his voice—only quiet longing. “I know. I’m sorry.” His voice was rough with exhaustion, but the moment he looked at Jaemin, a sense of calm washed over him. “Things have been… complicated.”Jaemin finally turned to face him, eyes searching his. “Is it about Mark?”Jeno nodded but hesitated. “Not just Mark.” He took a seat beside Jaemin on the stone bench, their shoulders nearly touching. He took a deep breath before speaking again, voice low but firm. “I found your brother.”Jaemin froze. The words didn’t register at first. His lips parted slightly as he turned to fully face Jeno. “My—what?”“Jaehyun,” Jeno said gently, watching every flicker of emotion cross Jaemin’s face. “I found him.”Jaemin’s breath hitched. His fingers trembled as he clutched the fabric of his robe. “That’s… that’s not possible.” His voice was barely a whisper.Jeno reached for his hand, grounding him. “It is. He’s alive, Jaemin.”Tears welled up in Jaemin’s eyes, his body unable to process the sudden wave of emotions crashing over him. For years, he had accepted that he was alone. He had grieved, he had suffered, and now—“He’s with the rebels,” Jeno continued carefully. “And he’s been fighting against the court for years.”Jaemin felt his breath hitch as Jeno’s words settled in. His brother—his Jaehyun—was alive. After years of thinking he had lost everything, after countless nights mourning a family he barely remembered, this truth felt almost too much to grasp. His heart pounded, torn between overwhelming relief and a creeping sense of dread."But… if he’s with the rebels," Jaemin murmured, his fingers tightening around the fabric of his robe, "that means he’s in danger. Jeno, what if—what if the court finds out? If Mark or the ministers see him as a threat, he’ll be punished. What if he—" He stopped himself, unable to say the words aloud.Jeno reached out, cupping Jaemin’s cheek gently. "I won’t let that happen," he said firmly, his voice steady. "Mark isn’t an unreasonable ruler, and Taeyong isn’t looking for war. If we handle things carefully, your brother won’t have to suffer."Jaemin swallowed, searching Jeno’s face for reassurance. "But how can you be sure? Just because Taeyong agreed to meet doesn’t mean they trust the crown. And if they don’t trust Mark, how can we guarantee Jaehyun will be safe?"Jeno exhaled slowly. "That’s why I need to be careful. Mark has already received a letter from the rebels, and I don’t know what’s in it yet. But I promise you, Jaemin, I will do everything in my power to make sure Jaehyun isn’t harmed. You just have to trust me."Jaemin let out a shaky breath, nodding. "I do trust you," he whispered. "I just… I can’t lose him again, Jeno. I just found out he’s alive."Jeno leaned in, pressing his forehead against Jaemin’s. "You won’t lose him," he vowed. "I swear to you, I will protect him—just like I protect you."Jaemin closed his eyes, willing himself to believe those words. But deep down, the fear still lingered, settling in the pit of his stomach like a shadow refusing to fade.Jaemin swallowed, blinking away the tears threatening to fall. “How do you know it’s him?”“I’ve seen the records,” Jeno said. “His name—Na Jaehyun. He was a noble’s son before the attack on your village. Everything matches.” He hesitated. “And… he looks like you.”A sharp breath left Jaemin’s lips. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. “I—I don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if—”Jeno squeezed his hand. “We’ll find out together,” he said firmly. “If things go well, you’ll be able to see him soon.”Jaemin let out a shaky exhale, the weight of the revelation pressing against his chest. But through the uncertainty, Jeno’s presence was solid—steady. He wasn’t alone. Not anymore.Jaemin turned his palm upward, intertwining their fingers. “Thank you, Jeno,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.Jeno gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep my promise. Always.”
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Jeno sat in his chambers, staring at the letter from Taeyong once again. He had read it multiple times already, but the weight of its words hadn’t lessened. Taeyong had accepted Mark’s offer—to work within the palace and bring change from inside rather than through rebellion. However, his acceptance came with conditions.*We will agree to work under the king, but only if our people are given the same status and treatment as the palace guards and officials. We will not be mere servants or puppets. We want the power to act, to ensure true change is made.*Jeno exhaled slowly, leaning back against his chair. Allowing the rebels into the palace was a risky move, perhaps even reckless. While Taeyong had proven himself to be a leader with conviction, many of his men had spent years fighting against the crown. Could they truly be trusted to switch allegiances so easily? Would they follow Taeyong’s orders without secretly plotting to overthrow Mark when the opportunity arose? Jeno’s duty was to protect the king and the kingdom, and this decision put both at risk.His fingers clenched the edges of the parchment. It wasn’t just the rebels that troubled him—his fractured bond with Mark loomed over him like an unhealed wound. The words from their last conversation echoed in his mind.*“All my life, you were terrified of betraying me, of crossing the line. But now you’ve done it—not because you love Jaemin, but because you hid it from me. You never saw me as your brother, did you? I was always just your Crown Prince.”*Jeno swallowed the lump in his throat. He had spent his entire life serving Mark, believing that loyalty meant sacrificing his own desires, his own happiness. Yet, for the first time, he had chosen something for himself—Jaemin. And that one choice had shattered everything between them.Would things ever go back to the way they were? Or was this distance between them permanent? He couldn’t tell. Mark had given him permission to be with Jaemin, but the cost had been their friendship.Jeno sighed and ran a hand through his hair. There was no time for regret now. He had to focus on the task at hand. The kingdom’s stability was at stake, and he needed to figure out how to make this arrangement work without compromising security.If Mark had agreed to this, then it was Jeno’s job to ensure it didn’t become a mistake. --- The following evening, Jeno arrived at the secluded meeting point. Taeyong and Jaehyun were already there, their postures tense but expectant. The flickering torches illuminated their faces, casting shadows that only deepened the tension.“So,” Taeyong started, arms crossed over his chest. “What did the king decide?”Jeno met his gaze without hesitation. “The king has agreed to your terms. Your people will be granted the same status as palace guards and officials.”Taeyong’s expression remained unreadable, but there was the slightest shift in his stance—perhaps surprise or reluctant approval. Jaehyun, standing beside him, simply observed, his sharp eyes scanning Jeno as if assessing his sincerity.“But,” Jeno continued, his voice firm, “the palace will not accept blind trust. We need to know—how can you ensure that each of your members is loyal? That none of them will take advantage of this opportunity to stage another rebellion from within?”Taeyong smirked slightly. “You don’t trust us, even after all this?”Jeno’s expression hardened. “Trust is earned, not given.”Jaehyun finally spoke, his voice quieter but carrying weight. “We have our own way of ensuring loyalty. Those who come with us into the palace will swear an oath—a binding one. Betrayal will not be tolerated, and we will hold them accountable ourselves.”Jeno nodded slowly, absorbing the information. It was a dangerous gamble, but if Taeyong and Jaehyun were willing to take responsibility for their own, it was a start.As the discussion wrapped up, Jeno turned to Jaehyun. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”Both Taeyong and Jaehyun raised their eyebrows at the request. There was an unspoken question between them, but Jaehyun gave a slow nod. “Alright.”Taeyong studied Jeno for a moment before shrugging and stepping away. “Don’t take too long.”Now, with only the quiet between them, Jeno finally faced Jaehyun, the weight of what he had to say settling in his chest. --- Jeno took a deep breath as he led Jaehyun away from the main meeting area, ensuring they were out of earshot. Jaehyun eyed him warily, arms crossed over his chest.“What is it that you want to talk about?” Jaehyun asked, his voice edged with suspicion.Jeno hesitated for a moment, then met Jaehyun’s gaze firmly. “It’s about your family.”Jaehyun’s expression darkened instantly. “I have no family anymore.”Jeno shook his head. “That’s not true. Your brother is alive.”Jaehyun froze. His breath hitched, and for a moment, it seemed as though time had stopped around him. “What?” he whispered, almost as if he didn’t dare to believe it.“Jaemin,” Jeno said carefully. “Your younger brother is alive. He’s in the palace.”Jaehyun took a step back, his face paling. His eyes glistened, raw emotions surfacing all at once. “No,” he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s not possible. I searched for him. I thought he—” His voice cracked, and he turned his head away, clenching his jaw tightly.Jeno watched him carefully, giving him time to process the revelation. “He survived. Years ago, he was taken in by a brothel in a neighboring state. A few months ago, he arrived at the palace and has been living here ever since.”Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair, still struggling to take in the news. His fingers trembled slightly. “Jaemin… my little brother is alive?” His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with disbelief and overwhelming emotion.Jeno nodded. “He knows about you now. And he wants to see you.”Jaehyun sucked in a sharp breath. He looked down at his hands, as if grounding himself, then back up at Jeno with fierce determination in his eyes. “I need to see him.”Jeno gave him a small nod. “We’ll make it happen.”Jaehyun let out a shaky breath, his shoulders still tense, but the hope in his eyes was undeniable. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.Jeno simply placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “He’s waiting for you.” ---Jeno stood at the training grounds, watching as the palace guards went about their drills. His mind was elsewhere, however, weighed down by the impending arrival of Taeyong with his members. The rebel leader had accepted Mark's offer, but that didn't mean trust had been established. Jeno knew better than to let his guard down so easily.He turned to Jisung and Chenle, who were standing beside him, both of them wearing grim expressions. "Be prepared. Taeyong and his people will be entering the palace soon. I don’t want any mistakes. We must ensure everything is in order from our side."Chenle scoffed, crossing his arms. "Trust them? Just like that? Jeno, they’ve been causing chaos in the kingdom for months. Now, suddenly, we’re supposed to welcome them into the palace as officials?"Jisung, ever the pragmatic one, sighed. "It’s not that simple, Chenle. We don’t have a choice. The king agreed to their conditions. Now we just have to deal with it."Jeno clenched his jaw. "I know. That’s why we have to be cautious. Just because Mark is willing to work with them doesn’t mean we blindly trust them. Keep an eye on everything. If even a hint of betrayal arises, we need to be ready."There was a brief silence before Chenle spoke again, his voice quieter this time. "And Jaemin? He’s going to meet his brother, right? Jaehyun?"Jeno exhaled, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before he looked back at them. "Yes. Jaemin deserves this reunion. But I also have to inform Mark about Jaehyun’s identity. He needs to know."Jisung observed Jeno closely. "Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?"Jeno hesitated before nodding. "I don’t trust Taeyong. Not yet. My instincts are telling me something is off. I don’t know what, but I have a feeling something is going to happen. We need to stay vigilant."Jisung and Chenle exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. "We’ll be ready," Jisung assured him.As Jeno turned his gaze toward the horizon, his unease refused to fade. The coronation and marriage were approaching, and the palace was about to become a battlefield of politics, alliances, and hidden dangers. He just had to make sure they survived whatever was coming.
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Jaemin sat by the window of his chambers, staring at the vast palace gardens, yet seeing nothing. His heart was heavy with emotions he couldn’t quite untangle—excitement, fear, longing, and uncertainty all swirled inside him, making it impossible to rest. Jeno had told him the truth—the brother he thought lost forever was alive and coming to the palace before the coronation. It felt like a dream, yet the closer the moment came, the more anxious he became.He had imagined this reunion countless times over the years. As a child, he had cried himself to sleep, whispering Jaehyun’s name, praying for a miracle. He had grown up thinking his brother had perished, that he was alone in the world. But now, everything had changed. Jaehyun had survived. He was out there, and soon, they would see each other again.Jaemin clutched the fabric of his robes tightly, his fingers trembling. A part of him wanted to rush to Jeno and demand to see Jaehyun immediately, but another part of him was terrified. What if Jaehyun had changed? What if he no longer cared about him? Years had passed, and Jaemin had been forced to carve out a life of his own within the palace. Would Jaehyun see him as weak for the choices he had made? Would he resent the life Jaemin had been forced into?His thoughts raced, making his chest feel tight. What would he even say when he saw him? Would Jaehyun embrace him? Would he look at him with the same warmth and love he had once known? Or would he see him as a stranger?A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Renjun stepped inside, immediately noticing the way Jaemin’s shoulders were tense. “You haven’t moved from this spot all morning,” Renjun said, a hint of concern in his voice. “Are you nervous?”Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know what I’m feeling, Renjun. It’s just… everything is happening so fast. I’m happy, but I’m also scared.”Renjun walked over, placing a comforting hand on Jaemin’s shoulder. “That’s normal. You’ve spent years believing he was gone. But you’re not that helpless child anymore, Jaemin. You’ve survived on your own, just as he has. If anything, this should be a chance to reconnect.”Jaemin nodded slowly, trying to steady his breath. Renjun was right, but the fear still lingered. “I just… I want him to still see me as his brother,” he admitted softly. “Not as someone who has been trapped in this palace for years. I want him to still want me in his life.”Renjun squeezed his shoulder gently. “Then tell him that when you see him. Family doesn’t fade away just because of time. If he’s anything like the Jaehyun you remember, I’m sure he’s just as eager to see you again.”Jaemin swallowed hard, nodding. He could only hope Renjun was right. But deep inside, a small voice whispered—what if he wasn’t? What if Jaehyun saw him differently now?Pushing those thoughts aside, he took a deep breath. No matter what happened, he had to face this. His brother was alive, and he owed it to both of them to see this through. --- Jaemin, still lost in thoughts about his upcoming meeting with Jaehyun, is walking through the palace when he is stopped by a servant, who informs him that Haechan has requested his presence. Curious but slightly hesitant, he makes his way to one of the royal chambers, where he finds Haechan, Renjun, and a few royal attendants surrounded by extravagant silks, embroidered robes, and cases filled with dazzling jewelry.The room is alive with laughter and chatter as Haechan excitedly inspects the wedding selections, trying on necklaces and placing tiaras atop his head dramatically. Renjun chuckles at his antics, but when they notice Jaemin, Haechan immediately waves him over."Ah, there you are, Jaemin! Perfect timing!" Haechan grins, motioning for him to sit beside him. "We're choosing the final touches for the wedding. I figured you should pick something too."Jaemin blinks in surprise. "Me?""Of course! You're part of the palace now, aren't you?" Haechan winks. "And besides, my wedding means celebration for everyone. You should at least have something nice to wear."Jaemin hesitates, glancing at the luxurious fabrics and shimmering accessories. As a concubine, he was never expected to participate in royal preparations like this. He feels out of place among them, unsure if he should even be here.Sensing his discomfort, Renjun nudges him lightly. "Just pick something, Jaemin. Haechan won’t stop until you do."With a small, shy smile, Jaemin reaches out and runs his fingers over a beautifully embroidered fabric—a soft blue robe with delicate golden threadwork. Haechan’s eyes sparkle."That one would look perfect on you!" he exclaims. "Oh, and these—" He picks up a pair of golden hairpins shaped like blooming flowers. "They would match your features beautifully."Jaemin allows himself to be pulled into the excitement, feeling warmth spread through him. For the first time in a long while, he feels included—like he’s part of something bigger than just the title given to him. As they continue selecting pieces, the conversation shifts between playful teasing and lighthearted banter, making Jaemin momentarily forget the heavy thoughts clouding his mind.But deep down, he knows that soon, he will have to face reality. His reunion with Jaehyun is drawing closer. --- The palace halls are quiet by the time Jeno reaches Jaemin’s chambers. The soft glow of lanterns flickers against the ornate walls, casting long shadows as he steps inside. Jaemin is already seated near the window, draped in a thin silk robe, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the fabric. He looks up the moment Jeno enters, his eyes reflecting the moonlight outside.Jeno closes the door behind him, walking toward Jaemin with careful steps. He can sense the unease lingering in Jaemin’s frame, the tension of anticipation thick in the air.“You’re still awake,” Jeno murmurs as he reaches him, his voice softer than usual.Jaemin offers a weak smile. “I couldn’t sleep.”Jeno sighs and kneels beside him, resting a warm hand on Jaemin’s knee. “I figured as much.” He pauses, searching Jaemin’s face before speaking again. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Meeting Jaehyun—it’s a big step. You don’t have to push yourself if you’re not.”Jaemin lowers his gaze. “I have to, Jeno.” His fingers clench against the fabric of his robe. “I’ve waited years just to know if he was alive. Now that he’s here, I can’t turn away.”Jeno nods, his thumb brushing over Jaemin’s skin in slow, soothing circles. “I understand. But if at any moment you feel overwhelmed, you don’t have to force yourself. We’ll take things at your pace.”Jaemin looks up then, meeting Jeno’s gaze with a flicker of warmth and gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispers.Jeno smiles, tilting Jaemin’s chin up with gentle fingers. “You don’t have to thank me.”There’s a brief pause before Jeno exhales, his expression shifting slightly. “I also spoke to Mark about this.”Jaemin’s eyes widen slightly. “You told him?”Jeno nods. “Yes. I had to. Mark needed to know. He was surprised at first, but he understands. He knows now that Jaehyun is your brother.”Jaemin swallows hard, absorbing the weight of Jeno’s words. “And… how did he react?”“He didn’t say much,” Jeno admits. “But he took it seriously. He’ll be keeping a close eye on everything, especially with Taeyong and his men coming.”Jaemin tenses at the reminder. Jeno notices and rubs soothing circles on his back. “They’ll be arriving tomorrow,” he continues gently. “Taeyong, Jaehyun, and their members. We’ll have to be careful, but Mark has accepted their terms.”Jaemin nods slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of what tomorrow will bring. The idea of seeing Jaehyun again—of facing the reality of his survival, their separation, and the years they lost—fills him with both excitement and dread.Jeno must sense the shift in his emotions because he leans in, pressing his forehead against Jaemin’s. “Whatever happens, you won’t be alone.”There’s a beat of silence before Jaemin shifts closer, his breath mingling with Jeno’s. Their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss, one filled with unspoken emotions. Jeno’s hand slides around Jaemin’s waist, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss, savoring the warmth of his omega in his arms.Jaemin exhales against Jeno’s lips as they pull apart slightly. “Stay with me tonight?”Jeno doesn’t hesitate. He scoops Jaemin up, carrying him to the bed before lying beside him. Wrapping his arms securely around Jaemin, he tucks him against his chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”Jaemin nestles into Jeno’s warmth, his fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. The weight of tomorrow still lingers in his mind, but for now, he allows himself this moment—safe in the arms of the alpha who’s always there for him.As sleep finally claims them both, their breaths fall into a steady rhythm, intertwined like their fates. --- The palace was alive with tension. Guards stood in strict formation, watching every movement as Taeyong and his men were led through the security tests. It had taken hours—background verifications, weapons checks, layers of questioning. Even with Mark’s approval, the palace could not afford to take risks.By the time the process was complete, the sun had climbed high in the sky, casting golden light across the courtyard. The visitors were finally permitted entry, escorted toward their temporary quarters.Jaemin stood just beyond the grand hall, his fingers nervously gripping the fabric of his robe. His heart pounded with every step he took toward the chamber where Jaehyun was waiting. Jeno walked beside him, a silent pillar of reassurance.When the doors finally opened, Jaemin’s breath caught in his throat.Jaehyun stood near the window, his broad figure silhouetted against the light. He looked different—older, sharper, his once-boyish features now carved by time and hardship. His dark eyes, however, were the same. The moment they landed on Jaemin, something inside them softened.For a second, neither of them moved. The weight of years apart, of loss and longing, hung between them.Then, Jaemin whispered, “Hyung…”And that was all it took.Jaehyun closed the distance in three long strides, pulling Jaemin into a crushing embrace. Jaemin’s arms wrapped around his brother just as tightly, fingers digging into Jaehyun’s back as if afraid he would vanish again. A choked sob left his lips.“You’re alive,” Jaemin whispered against Jaehyun’s shoulder. “You’re really alive.”Jaehyun held him even tighter. “And you…” His voice wavered. “I thought I lost you forever.”Jaemin shook his head, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I searched for you, Hyung. I waited—hoped. But they told me you were dead. That everyone was gone.”Jaehyun exhaled heavily, pulling back just enough to cup Jaemin’s face, his thumbs wiping away the tears. “I thought the same. I thought I was the only one left.” His voice dropped. “I was too late, Jaemin. I couldn’t save anyone.”Jaemin swallowed, his chest tightening. “Our parents…” He hesitated before asking the question that had haunted him for years. “Are they…?”Jaehyun’s expression darkened. His hands slowly fell to his sides, his jaw clenching.“They’re gone.” His voice was heavy, filled with grief and anger. “I tried to find them, but by the time I returned… there was nothing left.”Jaemin’s legs felt weak. He might have collapsed if Jaehyun hadn’t caught him. The air around them was thick with unspoken pain.“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun murmured. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”Jaemin shook his head, fresh tears spilling. “It wasn’t your fault.”Jaehyun pulled him close again, his grip unyielding. “I won’t lose you again.”Jaemin clung to him, whispering the same silent promise.From a few steps away, Jeno watched the brothers reunite, his chest tightening at the raw emotions unfolding before him. He had witnessed countless battles, betrayals, and bloodshed—but nothing compared to the depth of this moment.And for the first time in years, Jaemin wasn’t alone.
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Jeno stood at a distance, watching the long-awaited reunion between Jaemin and Jaehyun unfold before his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable, but inside, a strange mix of emotions warred within him. Relief, because Jaemin had finally found the family he thought he had lost forever. Yet, there was also unease. Taeyong and his men were inside the palace now, under the king’s agreement, but Jeno couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something bigger—something he wasn’t sure they were ready for.Jaemin clung to his brother as if afraid he would disappear again. Jaehyun, despite his hardened exterior, had his arms wrapped protectively around Jaemin, his hand running over the younger’s back as if to reassure himself that his little brother was truly here. Their muffled words didn’t reach Jeno clearly, but he could see the tension in Jaemin’s shoulders slowly easing, the way his head rested against Jaehyun’s chest, taking in the warmth of a bond severed too soon.Jeno exhaled, shifting his gaze to Taeyong. The rebel leader stood nearby, watching the reunion with a neutral expression. His presence alone was enough to keep Jeno on edge. He didn’t trust Taeyong, not yet. Perhaps not ever. The fact that he was here, inside the palace, under the king’s agreement, meant they had taken a risk. But Jeno knew risks could sometimes be fatal. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not even for a second.His instincts told him to keep watching, to keep listening, but at the same time, his thoughts kept drifting back to Jaemin. To the way he had looked at him last night, trusting him, depending on him. Jeno had promised he would be here for Jaemin, and he would keep that promise, no matter what. But something about all of this—it just didn’t sit right with him.Jisung approached from the side, standing next to Jeno. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” he muttered, his voice just low enough for only Jeno to hear. “The rebels—being here, in the palace.”Jeno didn’t reply right away. He kept his eyes on Jaemin, noting the slight tremble in his shoulders. He was holding back tears. “It’s necessary,” Jeno finally said, his tone even. “But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”Jisung hummed. “Do you think we can trust them?”Jeno’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know. But I do know that if anything happens, I’ll be the first to act.” His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. “For Jaemin’s sake, and for the kingdom’s.”Jisung didn’t question him further. He simply nodded and stepped back, understanding that Jeno’s mind was already set.Jeno took a deep breath, finally turning away from the reunion. He needed to clear his mind. He had to be ready—for whatever came next. --- The grand courtroom of the palace was filled with murmurs and hushed protests as the ministers gathered, their expressions tense and displeased. At the center of it all, sitting on the elevated throne, was Mark—his posture straight, his expression unwavering. Jeno stood by his side, his sharp gaze scanning the room, ready to intervene if necessary.The moment Mark officially announced the integration of Taeyong and his men into the palace ranks, the room erupted. Several ministers stood up in unison, their voices overlapping in protest.“This is outrageous!” One of the elder ministers, Minister Jang, slammed his palm against the wooden table in front of him. “Your Majesty, how can we trust these men? Rebels—criminals—who have caused unrest in the city for years? And now, you wish to place them among us, as equals?”Another minister, Seong, nodded in agreement. “We have spent years fighting off insurgents, and now we are supposed to welcome them into our halls?” His lips curled with distaste. “It is reckless! Foolish!”Mark remained composed, though his fingers tightened slightly around the armrest of his throne. “I have already made my decision,” he said firmly. “Taeyong and his men have agreed to work with us to restore peace and stability. Their knowledge of the underground and the corruption plaguing our city will be invaluable.”“Knowledge?!” Minister Jang scoffed. “These men have burned supply lines, attacked guards, and disobeyed the crown’s orders for years. And now, Your Majesty expects us to believe that they have changed?”“They rebelled against the corruption in our city, against the same ministers who have bled the commoners dry,” Mark countered, his voice cutting through the heated arguments like a blade. “Or have you forgotten how many of your own colleagues were found guilty of bribery and treason?”A heavy silence fell upon the room. The accused ministers shifted uncomfortably, some averting their eyes.Jeno observed everything from his position, his expression unreadable. He had expected this kind of resistance. Mark had, too. But the true test would be whether the ministers could be convinced—or if stronger measures would be required.Minister Seong, clearly frustrated, exhaled sharply. “Even if they are not criminals, they are still dangerous. You are risking the safety of the palace by bringing in men who have no allegiance to the throne.”Mark leaned forward slightly, his gaze burning with authority. “Then we shall give them reason to have allegiance,” he stated. “They will work under the same rules and expectations as every palace official. They will be tested, just as any of you were.”“And if they betray us?”“Then I will handle it myself.”Mark’s words sent a cold shiver through the room. His tone was absolute—final. It left no room for further arguments.Silence stretched between the walls of the courtroom. The ministers exchanged glances, some still looking dissatisfied, but none daring to openly challenge the king further.Jeno watched as Mark held his ground, feeling the undeniable shift in power. Mark was no longer the prince who had struggled under the weight of duty—he was the king now. And he had just made it clear that he would not be swayed.The meeting concluded shortly after, with the ministers begrudgingly acknowledging the decision. As they dispersed, Jeno stepped closer to Mark. “You handled that well,” he murmured under his breath.Mark let out a slow breath, his fingers unclenching slightly. “We’ll see,” he said. “This is only the beginning.” --- The palace was a flurry of movement. With only two days left until the king’s coronation and wedding, every corridor was alive with activity. Servants rushed about, draping banners of deep crimson and gold, the royal colors, while florists arranged extravagant bouquets of orchids and peonies along the grand halls. The palace courtyard, usually quiet and reserved, had transformed into a bustling space where workers constructed grand stages, tables, and ornate seating arrangements for the noble guests. Musicians practiced in hidden corners, their melodies floating through the palace like whispers of the grandeur to come.Jeno, however, barely paid attention to the extravagance. His mind was everywhere at once—coordinating with the guards, ensuring that the security plans were airtight, and constantly scanning for any sign of unrest. With Taeyong and his rebels now inside the palace, trust was still a fragile concept, and Jeno knew he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Though everything had gone smoothly so far, his instincts told him to remain cautious.Despite the long hours and endless tasks, a familiar presence interrupted his thoughts. Jaehyun approached him in one of the quieter halls, his expression unreadable.“You look exhausted,” Jaehyun noted, his sharp eyes observing Jeno’s tense posture.Jeno exhaled deeply. “It’s been…a lot,” he admitted. “Making sure everything is in place. I can’t let anything slip.”Jaehyun nodded. “I know you’re keeping an eye on us, too.”Jeno didn’t deny it. “It’s my job.”A small smirk played at Jaehyun’s lips, but then his expression turned serious. “I wanted to talk to you about Jaemin.”Jeno stiffened slightly but met Jaehyun’s gaze.“I see the way he looks at you,” Jaehyun continued. “And the way you look at him. It’s not just temporary, is it?”Jeno hesitated for only a second before shaking his head. “No. It’s not.”Jaehyun exhaled, crossing his arms. “I won’t lie. When I first found out, I was…uncertain. He’s suffered enough, and I didn’t want to see him caught in another situation where he’s left vulnerable. But after seeing you two together…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “I know you care for him. And I trust that you’ll protect him.”Jeno’s chest tightened at Jaehyun’s words. “I will,” he promised. “With everything I have.”Jaehyun studied him for a moment before nodding. “Then I have no complaints. Just make sure you don’t hurt him. If you do, you’ll answer to me.”Jeno smirked. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”The tension between them eased slightly, replaced by a mutual understanding. Jaemin’s happiness and safety were the priority, and in this, they were aligned.As Jaehyun walked away, Jeno exhaled, running a hand through his hair. The palace was preparing for a monumental event, but his mind kept circling back to one thing—Jaemin. No matter what was happening around him, one truth remained firm: he would protect his omega, no matter what it took. --- Jeno stepped into Jaemin’s chambers, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. His body ached from the long day of security checks, finalizing coronation preparations, and ensuring that Taeyong and his men were settled under strict supervision. His mind had been all over the place, but now, stepping into this room, his heart found peace.Jaemin was already seated on the bed, waiting for him. His eyes immediately scanned Jeno’s tired form, concern flashing across his delicate features. “Jeno… you look terrible,” Jaemin whispered, reaching forward to touch his face gently. “Did something happen?”Jeno exhaled, shaking his head with a tired smile. “Just the usual. Preparations. Security checks. Making sure everything is perfect for the coronation and wedding.” He leaned into Jaemin’s touch, feeling the warmth seep into his skin, grounding him.Jaemin pursed his lips but didn’t press further. Instead, he shifted closer, resting his chin on Jeno’s shoulder. “Then let’s talk about something else to take your mind off it.”Jeno hummed, letting Jaemin’s soothing voice wash over him.“I had lunch with Jaehyun today.” A small smile played on Jaemin’s lips. “He’s still awkward around me, but I can tell he’s trying. He kept piling food onto my plate as if I were still a kid. It’s kind of cute.”Jeno chuckled at the image. “That does sound like him.”“And guess what? Haechan is literally glowing with happiness. I saw him earlier, and he wouldn’t stop talking about the wedding. He was showing off his wedding attire like a peacock.” Jaemin giggled. “It’s honestly adorable.”Jeno watched him, his heart swelling at how Jaemin’s eyes sparkled while talking about the people around him. He was so full of life, so full of love.But then, there was something else—a flicker of longing in Jaemin’s expression. It was subtle, but Jeno caught it when Jaemin spoke about Haechan’s marriage.Jeno reached out, cupping Jaemin’s cheek, silencing his next words with a deep, lingering kiss. Jaemin gasped softly in surprise but melted into it, his arms circling Jeno’s neck as their lips moved in perfect sync. The exhaustion weighing Jeno down seemed to lift as he poured himself into the kiss, into Jaemin, into the only person who made him feel truly at home.When they finally pulled away, Jeno rested his forehead against Jaemin’s, their breaths mingling in the space between them. “Would you like to get married to me?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.Jaemin’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly. For a moment, he said nothing, only staring at Jeno as if processing his words. Then, a shy, radiant smile spread across his face. “I don’t want anything else,” he admitted, his voice laced with certainty.Jeno grinned, capturing Jaemin’s lips again, this time with more urgency. Their bodies pressed closer as heat built between them, hands exploring, touches deepening. Jaemin moaned softly against Jeno’s lips, letting himself be guided onto his back. Jeno kissed his way down his neck, trailing over the soft skin of his collarbone, savoring every sigh and gasp that left Jaemin’s lips.The night belonged to them, wrapped in whispers, kisses, and unspoken promises of forever. --- The night before the coronation was anything but peaceful. The palace buzzed with activity, servants and guards moving with urgency, attending to last-minute preparations. Jeno had barely stopped to rest, ensuring that security measures were in place. His mind was already weighed down by responsibilities, but what caught his eye in that moment made his pulse spike with a different kind of tension.Through the dimly lit corridor, beyond the grand halls, he spotted two figures standing in a secluded hallway. He quickly recognized them—Taeyong and Jaehyun. But what unsettled him was the way they stood, rigid and tense, their voices hushed yet sharp with intensity.Jeno instinctively moved closer, keeping his steps silent, pressing himself against the cool marble pillar. His breath was steady, ears straining to catch their words."I will not support this, Taeyong," Jaehyun’s voice was firm but laced with frustration. "I never agreed to this."Jeno felt his muscles tense further. Support what? His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong.Taeyong’s tone was sharper, carrying the weight of barely restrained anger. "Think about this again, Jaehyun. You know what's at stake. You have to understand why this is necessary."Jaehyun exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "I understand plenty, but I refuse to be part of it."For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Then, with a scoff, Taeyong turned sharply on his heel and walked away, his steps echoing against the stone floor. Jaehyun remained there for a second longer, rubbing a hand down his face before he too walked off in the opposite direction, his shoulders hunched with tension.Jeno remained hidden, his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. His mind raced, trying to piece together what he had just witnessed. What was Jaehyun refusing? And what was Taeyong trying to convince him of?He clenched his jaw, his unease deepening. Something is about to happen… but what?
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Jaemin woke up to the sound of distant preparations echoing through the palace halls. Servants rushed outside, their hurried footsteps blending with the soft melodies of flutes and drums as final rehearsals for the coronation took place. Today was the eve of Mark’s official ascension to the throne, and the air buzzed with anticipation.Lying in his bed, Jaemin stared at the ornate ceiling, feeling the weight of everything that had happened in the past few days. His heat, Jeno’s love, finding Jaehyun, and the tense political shifts within the palace—it felt surreal how quickly his life had changed. He turned onto his side, reaching out, only to find Jeno’s side of the bed empty. He had left early in the morning, caught up in security preparations.Jaemin sighed, sitting up and stretching before heading toward the balcony. From there, he could see the courtyard being transformed for tomorrow’s ceremony. Silk banners of the royal crest draped over the grand pillars, and golden lanterns lined the pathways. He spotted Haechan and Renjun in the distance, inspecting the decorations, laughing about something Jaemin couldn’t hear.A small smile tugged at his lips. It still amazed him how effortlessly Haechan, the soon-to-be queen, interacted with him—a former concubine. Their bond had grown in the past few days, something Jaemin had never imagined when he first arrived at the palace.As he prepared for the day, his mind drifted back to his conversation with Jaehyun. Sitting together, eating like they once did as children, brought back buried emotions. Jaemin had asked about their parents, and Jaehyun’s answer had shattered him. Their parents were gone. Murdered. The confirmation had sent Jaemin into silent grief, but Jaehyun had held his hand, promising that they still had each other. He wasn’t alone.Jaemin closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. No matter how much happiness surrounded him, there was always a lurking shadow of uncertainty. Something felt off. The rebels entering the palace, Jeno’s tense demeanor, and Jaehyun’s uneasy expressions—he wasn’t naïve. Something was happening beneath the surface.With a determined breath, he left his chambers to find Haechan and the others. If things were going to change, he needed to prepare himself. Because after tomorrow, nothing would be the same. ---Jaemin sat on the plush seating in Haechan’s chamber, watching as the soon-to-be queen excitedly sifted through different accessories for the wedding. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the golden embroidery on Haechan’s robes as he held up a set of jewelry against his ears, squinting at his reflection in the mirror.“What do you think? This one, or this?” Haechan turned to Jaemin and Renjun, holding up two different sets of earrings—one adorned with delicate pearls, the other shimmering with small gemstones.Renjun, ever the patient one, sighed. “Both look good. You’re just making us pick so you can ignore your nerves.”Haechan gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “How dare you, Renjun! I am the future queen; I must be flawless.”Jaemin chuckled, but even as he did, a strange wave of dizziness washed over him. He blinked, placing a steadying hand on his lap. Lately, he had been feeling different—more tired than usual, with small bouts of nausea in the morning. He had attributed it to the overwhelming changes in his life, but now, as he sat here, an odd warmth settled in his stomach.Haechan suddenly narrowed his eyes at Jaemin. “You’re looking suspiciously radiant today,” he teased. “And you’ve been zoning out a lot. Is Jeno treating you a little too well?”Jaemin’s cheeks flushed instantly. “What?! No—”Renjun hummed thoughtfully. “You do look different. A bit pale, though. Are you feeling alright?”Jaemin hesitated, pressing a hand to his stomach. “I’m just… a little tired. It’s been a long few days.”Haechan smirked, sitting beside Jaemin and dramatically draping an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, my dear Jaemin. You have been spending a lot of time with our dearest Jeno. Maybe all that passion is catching up with you.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.Jaemin groaned, pushing him away gently. “You’re ridiculous.”Renjun, however, was more perceptive. He studied Jaemin for a moment before speaking again. “You’ve been rubbing your stomach a lot, too. Are you sure you’re just tired?”Jaemin stilled at the observation, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Was it really that obvious? He had noticed how sensitive his body had become, how certain scents had started affecting him differently, and how his emotions had felt more intense. The thought flickered briefly in his mind, but he quickly pushed it away.“I’m fine,” Jaemin reassured them with a small smile. “Just overwhelmed, I think. Everything is happening so fast.”Haechan softened, reaching for Jaemin’s hand. “I get it. Change is terrifying. But you’re not alone in this, you know?”Jaemin squeezed his hand in gratitude. Despite Haechan’s teasing, his warmth and sincerity shone through. Being surrounded by friends like this made Jaemin realize just how much his life had shifted. He had found a home in the palace, a love with Jeno, and a family he never thought he’d have again.As Haechan resumed fussing over his accessories and Renjun pretended not to be amused, Jaemin found himself lost in thought again. If his suspicions were right… his life was about to change even more than he had imagined. --- Jaemin sat in the physician’s chamber, his hands resting anxiously over his stomach as he waited for the results. His heart pounded in his chest, an odd mixture of anticipation and nervousness settling over him. The physician, an older omega woman with kind eyes, observed him for a moment before offering him a soft smile."You're with child, Your Grace," she finally announced.Jaemin’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise as he processed her words. "I... I’m pregnant?" he whispered, barely believing it himself.The physician nodded, placing a gentle hand over his. "It is still early, but your symptoms and examination confirm it. Your scent has shifted slightly, and there are early signs of conception. I would advise you to take extra care of yourself—rest well and eat nutritious meals. The first few weeks are delicate."Jaemin swallowed thickly, his hand subconsciously pressing against his abdomen. A baby. Jeno’s baby. Their baby. A rush of warmth spread through his chest, and an unexpected, teary smile bloomed on his lips.He was going to be a parent.But with that joy came an undercurrent of fear. What would Jeno say? Would he be happy? The palace was already in turmoil with Mark’s coronation, the integration of the rebels, and the growing political unrest. Would this news add to Jeno’s burdens? And what if something happened?The thought sent a shiver through him. He had barely just started his life with Jeno, finally stepping into happiness, and now everything was shifting again. His fingers curled slightly against his stomach."I will prescribe you some herbal tonics to help with nausea and fatigue. But please, Your Grace, be mindful of your stress levels," the physician advised, watching him carefully.Jaemin nodded absentmindedly, already lost in thought. "Thank you... I appreciate it." He slowly rose from the seat, mind spinning with emotions.As he stepped out of the physician’s chamber, the cool breeze of the hallway hit his flushed cheeks, grounding him. He exhaled shakily, a hand still resting over his stomach.A life was growing inside him. A piece of him and Jeno.And now, he had to find a way to tell Jeno. --- Jaemin sat on the cool stone bench in the courtyard, the moon casting a gentle glow over the palace gardens. The night was quiet, save for the distant sound of guards patrolling the corridors. He had been waiting for Jeno, but as the hours passed, he realized his mate wouldn’t be coming tonight. A soft sigh left his lips. He understood—tomorrow was a big day, and Jeno was likely swamped with responsibilities.Yet, sleep wouldn’t come to him. His body felt restless, his mind clouded with thoughts. The physician’s words still rang in his ears. He was with child. A life growing inside him. The realization filled him with both warmth and uncertainty. He wanted to share the news with Jeno, but at the same time, fear gripped his heart. What if Jeno wasn’t ready? What if he didn’t want this?Needing fresh air, Jaemin stood and wrapped his robe tighter around himself before wandering through the palace corridors. The scent of blooming jasmine filled the air, calming him slightly. As he turned a corner, he caught sight of Jaehyun walking briskly, his expression tense and troubled.Jaemin hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Jaehyun.”His brother stopped in his tracks and turned, his tense features softening into a small smile. “Jaemin. Why are you out so late?”“I couldn’t sleep,” Jaemin admitted before stepping closer. He studied Jaehyun’s face and frowned. “You look troubled. Is something wrong?”Jaehyun exhaled, shaking his head. “It’s nothing. Just an argument with Taeyong. Nothing you need to worry about.”Jaemin’s chest tightened. He had been concerned ever since he saw Jeno looking tense about something, and now Jaehyun’s troubled demeanor only made his worry grow. “You’re not planning anything, right? Nothing that will put you in danger?”Jaehyun smiled at his younger brother, but there was something guarded in his eyes. “I won’t do anything that risks your safety, Jaemin. I promise.”Jaemin studied him carefully before nodding. He trusted Jaehyun, but something about this still didn’t sit right with him. He let out a breath and instinctively placed a hand over his stomach, rubbing it gently. The motion was subconscious, but it didn’t go unnoticed.Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you feeling unwell?”Jaemin hesitated before a small smile curled his lips. “No… I’m well. In fact, I have good news.”Jaehyun’s brows furrowed in confusion before realization dawned on him. His eyes widened. “Jaemin… are you—?”Jaemin nodded, his cheeks flushing. “I found out today. It’s still early, but…”Jaehyun stared at him for a long moment before breaking into a wide smile. He reached out and gently grasped Jaemin’s shoulders. “That’s… incredible news. I—” His smile faltered slightly, concern seeping into his expression. “Does Jeno know?”Jaemin bit his lip and shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll tell him soon.”Jaehyun’s expression darkened. “He better take responsibility for this.”Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. “It’s not about responsibility, Jaehyun. I don’t want Jeno to feel obligated. If he wants this—if he wants us—he will make that choice on his own.”Jaehyun frowned, but he remained silent for a moment before nodding. “And if he doesn’t?”Jaemin took a deep breath before looking up at his brother. “If he doesn’t… will you take me away from the palace?”Jaehyun’s eyes flashed with something unreadable before he exhaled. “Jaemin—”“I’ll raise the child alone if I have to,” Jaemin continued, his voice steady. “But I need to know that I have a place to go if things don’t go the way I hope.”Jaehyun’s jaw clenched, but after a moment, he nodded. “If that’s what you want, then yes. I’ll take you away. But I hope it won’t come to that.”Jaemin smiled softly. “Me too.”Jaehyun sighed before pulling Jaemin into a hug, his embrace warm and protective. “I’ll always be here for you, Jaemin. No matter what.”Jaemin closed his eyes, leaning into the hug. No matter what happened, he knew he wasn’t alone.
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Jeno barely had time to rest as the palace was in a state of complete unrest with last-minute preparations for the coronation and the royal wedding. He had spent the entire day ensuring security measures were in place, instructing the guards, and double-checking every possible vulnerability. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, but beneath it all, an uneasy feeling gnawed at him. His mind kept going back to what he had overheard between Taeyong and Jaehyun the night before.Something wasn’t right. Jaehyun’s reluctance, the tension in Taeyong’s voice—Jeno knew there was more to their argument than they had let on. But right now, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He needed to make sure the coronation and wedding went smoothly. Any distraction could be fatal.As he patrolled the halls one final time, his thoughts drifted to Jaemin. He hadn’t seen him all day. Guilt settled deep in his chest. He had wanted to visit him, even if just for a moment, but duty had pulled him away. He knew Jaemin must be waiting for him, but he had no choice.He sighed, rubbing his temples as he headed toward the main courtyard where the final security briefing was taking place. Today would change everything—not just for the kingdom but for him as well. He had to be ready.---Jeno moved swiftly through the palace corridors, his mind a storm of thoughts and unease. He hadn't slept. Every time he closed his eyes, Taeyong and Jaehyun’s argument from the previous night echoed in his head. The tension between them, the cryptic words—something wasn’t right, and with the coronation and wedding just hours away, the timing of it all gnawed at him. He had to act, now.He made his way to the security wing, where Jisung and Chenle were stationed. The room was alive with activity as guards checked weapons, finalized patrol rotations, and ensured every entry point was covered. Despite the buzz of preparations, the moment Jeno stepped inside, Jisung looked up, immediately catching onto his tense expression.“You look like you haven’t slept,” Jisung remarked, arms crossed as he studied Jeno. “Something happened, didn’t it?”Chenle, leaning casually against a table covered in tactical maps, let out a low whistle. “Judging by your face, I’d say it’s bad.”Jeno exhaled sharply before stepping closer. “I overheard Jaehyun and Taeyong arguing last night.”Jisung’s brows furrowed. “Arguing about what?”“That’s the problem—I don’t know exactly. But I caught Jaehyun saying he wouldn’t support Taeyong in ‘this,’ and Taeyong telling him to think about it again before storming off.”Chenle straightened, his casual stance shifting into something more serious. “That’s vague, but it doesn’t sound good. You think Taeyong is up to something?”Jeno ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him. But Jaehyun… he’s been reconnecting with Jaemin, and he seems genuinely protective of him. If he was in on something, would he really be hesitating like that?”Jisung exchanged a glance with Chenle before nodding. “It doesn’t matter what Jaehyun’s stance is. If Taeyong is planning something, we can’t risk being unprepared.”Jeno clenched his jaw. “I agree. But there’s another problem.”Jisung arched a brow. “What now?”Jeno hesitated. His relationship with Mark had been strained ever since their confrontation about Jaemin. Their bond as brothers, as friends—it felt fractured, and Jeno wasn’t sure if it could ever be repaired. But this wasn’t about them. This was about the kingdom.Jeno took a deep breath. “I need to tell Mark.”Chenle let out a relieved sigh. “For once, you’re making sense. This isn’t something you can handle alone.”Jeno nodded, his resolve hardening. “I’ll go to him now. In the meantime, keep everything running smoothly. If anything feels off—anything—tighten security immediately.”Jisung saluted playfully but his tone was firm. “Got it, Commander.”Jeno turned on his heel and strode out of the security wing, his mind racing. He had no idea how Mark would react, but one thing was certain—he couldn’t afford to be too late.---The royal chambers were bustling with movement as Jeno arrived at Mark’s door. Inside, several servants and maids were attending to the Crown Prince, adjusting his ceremonial robes and styling his hair in preparation for the coronation. The air was thick with the scent of rare oils and fresh linens, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Jeno’s mind.He stepped inside, bowing slightly before speaking. “Your Highness, I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.”Mark glanced at him through the mirror, his expression unreadable. “Speak.”Jeno’s jaw tightened. “In private.”For a moment, Mark didn’t move. His fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair before he finally exhaled sharply. “Leave us,” he ordered, waving the servants away. They hesitated for a second before bowing and exiting the room, shutting the heavy doors behind them.Now alone, Mark turned to face Jeno, his cold gaze piercing. “What is it?”Jeno stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I overheard Jaehyun and Taeyong last night. They were arguing. Jaehyun refused to support something, and Taeyong was trying to convince him otherwise. I don’t know the details, but it sounded serious.”Mark’s face remained impassive. “And you’re only telling me this now?”Jeno swallowed, recognizing the barely restrained anger beneath Mark’s calm tone. “I needed to be sure. I didn’t want to come to you with only half the picture.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s rich, coming from you. You didn’t hesitate to keep things from me before.”Jeno flinched at the jab, but he didn’t let it deter him. “Mark—this is different.”“Is it?” Mark shot back, his voice edged with bitterness. “Because it sounds to me like you’re still deciding when it’s convenient to tell me the truth.”Jeno clenched his fists. He knew Mark was still hurt, still angry about Jaemin. But there was no time for this. “I’m telling you now because I trust you. Because this is important.”Mark studied him for a long moment before sighing, rubbing his temples. “It’s too late to do anything about it now. The coronation is happening whether we like it or not. If Taeyong is planning something, we’ll have to handle it when it comes.”Jeno frowned. “You’re willing to take that risk?”Mark let out a dry laugh. “We don’t have a choice. The entire kingdom will be watching today. If we move against them now without proof, it will create chaos.”Jeno hated that he was right. This wasn’t just about palace security—it was about politics, about power. They couldn’t afford to make reckless moves. But it didn’t make the unease in his gut any less suffocating.Mark straightened, his regal composure returning. “For now, we proceed as planned. But keep your eyes open, Jeno.”Jeno nodded. “I will.”Mark’s gaze lingered on him for a second longer before he turned away. “You’re dismissed.”Jeno hesitated, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between them. But there was nothing more to be done. Bowing slightly, he turned on his heel and left the chamber, his heart heavy with the knowledge that something was coming—something none of them were prepared for. --- The palace was buzzing with energy as last-minute preparations were in full swing. Servants rushed through the halls carrying silk banners, floral arrangements, and ceremonial artifacts. Guards were stationed at every possible entrance, their eyes sharp and alert. The entire kingdom was holding its breath for the grand event.Jeno, however, could not afford to get swept up in the excitement. His instincts remained on high alert as he meticulously oversaw the security arrangements. He personally checked every stationed knight, making sure they were on full guard. Every hidden passage, every alternate route—he ensured all possible risks were covered. Yet, no matter how much he prepared, unease still lingered in his chest.Slowly, guests started arriving. Royals from neighboring kingdoms, high-ranking officials, and noble families took their places within the grand ceremonial hall. The city’s people gathered outside in the palace courtyard, eager to witness the coronation that would solidify Mark’s reign. With the wedding set to follow soon after, the entire kingdom was abuzz with anticipation.Security had been tightened per his orders. Every entry and exit point had been doubled in guards, and the perimeters were under constant surveillance. Still, something didn’t sit right with him.Jeno positioned himself strategically at the edge of the hall, his sharp eyes scanning the area. Every scent, every movement—nothing escaped his notice. Then, something familiar and comforting reached him.Jaemin.Even before he turned, Jeno could feel his presence. When he finally looked, his gaze found Jaemin standing among the concubines, accompanied by Renjun and a few maids. The golden light from the lanterns reflected softly on his skin, and the ceremonial robes he wore made him look regal, ethereal even.Their eyes met across the crowd. Jaemin’s lips curled into a soft, reassuring smile, as if telling him everything would be alright. For a brief moment, the tension in Jeno’s chest loosened.He hadn’t realized just how much he missed Jaemin until now.The overwhelming urge to hold him, to take him away from all this chaos, settled deep inside Jeno. His mind had been consumed with duty, with protecting the kingdom, but at this moment, all he wanted was Jaemin’s warmth.Once everything was over, once the kingdom was secured—he needed to take a break. Just for a while. Just long enough to be with Jaemin, away from the weight of his responsibilities.But first, he had to get through this day.Jeno’s gaze swept through the crowd once more. His mind was on high alert. Something still didn’t feel right. Where were Taeyong and Jaehyun?His gut twisted. He scanned the gathering again, but they were nowhere in sight.Then, as if answering his question, Jaehyun suddenly appeared at his side. His expression was tense, his shoulders rigid.“We need to talk,” Jaehyun muttered, barely above a whisper. “Somewhere private.”Jeno’s heartbeat spiked. Without hesitation, he followed Jaehyun to a secluded corner, away from the watching eyes of the crowd.Jaehyun turned to him, his voice urgent. “Some of Taeyong’s men are still against Mark becoming king. They’re planning to attack during the ceremony.”Jeno’s blood ran cold. “What?”“I tried stopping them,” Jaehyun said, his voice strained. “But Taeyong won’t change his mind.”Jeno’s mind raced. “How did they even get weapons? Security confiscated everything.”Jaehyun exhaled sharply. “Some of the palace guards were bribed. They supplied them.”Jeno cursed under his breath, his fists clenching. He had known something wasn’t right, but this—this was worse than he had anticipated. The coronation was moments away. If they didn’t act now, it could be too late.“We don’t have much time,” Jaehyun warned. “If we don’t stop this now, there will be bloodshed.”Jeno’s mind sharpened like a blade. He had to move. Now. --- Jeno’s pulse pounded as Jaehyun’s words sank in. The attack wasn’t just a possibility—it was imminent. There was no time to hesitate. Clenching his fists, he locked eyes with Jaehyun."I need you to take care of Jaemin," Jeno ordered firmly. "Stay close to him and make sure he stays safe. If anything happens, get him out of here."Jaehyun hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. "I will protect him. But you just need to make sure Mark survives this. If he falls... everything will spiral out of control. Besides, I know Taeyong—he wouldn’t harm innocent people."Jeno didn’t waste another second. He rushed to Jisung and Chenle, who were stationed near the edges of the ceremonial hall. They both turned the moment they saw the urgency in his expression."What is it?" Jisung asked, already bracing himself for bad news."There’s going to be an attack," Jeno said in a low, urgent tone. "Some of Taeyong’s men are still against Mark taking the throne. They’ve managed to smuggle weapons in, and they’re planning to strike during the ceremony."Chenle cursed under his breath. "How the hell did they get weapons? We checked everything.""Bribed palace guards," Jeno explained. "We’ll deal with that later, but right now, we need to stop the attack. Guard the royal families and high-ranking officials. Make sure no one gets close to them. I’ll be by Mark’s side."Jisung and Chenle nodded before disappearing into the crowd, their hands instinctively gripping their concealed weapons. Jeno exhaled sharply and turned toward the ceremonial hall.The moment had arrived. Mark was making his entrance, his regal robes flowing behind him as he walked toward the raised dais where the coronation was to take place. Jeno positioned himself a few steps behind him, his senses on high alert. His sharp eyes scanned the sea of people, searching for anything out of place.The ceremony began. The priests recited ancient chants, and the royal insignia was presented. Time crawled as tension coiled in Jeno’s muscles. Every passing second felt like a countdown to disaster.And then, he saw them.A cluster of figures dressed in all black, blending into the shadows near the outer edges of the hall. Jeno’s sharp gaze locked onto one of them just as the figure raised a bow, the arrow aimed directly at Mark’s.Jeno didn’t think—he acted.With a burst of speed, he lunged forward, positioning himself between Mark and the incoming arrow. A sharp pain tore through his chest as the arrow struck him, embedding itself deep into his flesh. The force of it nearly knocked him off his feet. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the shaft and yanked it out, blood instantly soaking his robes.Screams erupted. Chaos consumed the hall as more rebels revealed themselves, weapons drawn. Guards swarmed the attackers, clashing in a fierce battle. The priests faltered in their chanting, fear evident on their faces."Continue the coronation!" Jeno barked through gritted teeth, his voice strained but commanding. "Finish it!"Despite the uproar, the priests obeyed. The ceremony pressed on while the palace guards fought to subdue the attackers. More arrows flew through the air. Jeno barely had time to react before another one struck his shoulder. Then another—his side.He staggered but held his ground. His only focus was keeping Mark alive.Blades clashed, and the hall filled with the sound of battle cries and bodies hitting the marble floor. Jeno’s vision blurred at the edges, but he forced himself to remain standing. He had to see this through.And then, the final words of the coronation were spoken.The golden crown was placed upon Mark’s head, and at that moment, the last of the rebels were taken down. The battle was won.But Jeno’s strength had reached its limit.His body swayed, the world around him spinning. Darkness clawed at the edges of his vision as his knees buckled beneath him. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Mark turning toward him, his eyes wide with shock and horror.Then, Jeno collapsed.
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The palace was alive with an electric buzz, a mixture of excitement and tension weaving through its grand halls. Servants rushed back and forth, their arms laden with silken robes and intricate jewelry, finalizing the last-minute preparations for the coronation and wedding. Jaemin sat before the polished mirror in his chambers, his reflection staring back at him, eyes filled with thoughts he had yet to voice.Renjun stood beside him, meticulously adjusting the fine embroidery on Jaemin’s robe. “You should be excited,” he remarked, offering a soft smile. “This is a historic day.”Jaemin hummed, his fingers grazing over the fabric absentmindedly. “I am,” he admitted, “but I suppose I have a lot on my mind.”Renjun arched a delicate brow. “Like what?”Jaemin hesitated before exhaling softly. “Jeno.”A knowing glint flashed in Renjun’s eyes. “You miss him.”“I do,” Jaemin confessed, “but more than that… I need to tell him something important.” His hand instinctively moved to his abdomen, resting there lightly. His heart swelled with an emotion he had yet to fully process. “I found out last night—I’m pregnant.”Renjun’s eyes widened for a brief moment before softening. “Jaemin…” He knelt before him, placing a reassuring hand over Jaemin’s. “That’s incredible news.”Jaemin smiled, a mix of joy and nervousness coursing through him. “It is. But I don’t know how Jeno will take it. With everything going on—the coronation, the wedding, the security issues—I don’t want to burden him.”Renjun squeezed his hand. “You’re not a burden. He loves you, Jaemin. He’ll want to know.”Jaemin nodded, taking comfort in his friend’s words. “I’ll tell him after today.”A knock at the door interrupted their conversation, and a servant peered in. “Your Highness, Haechan has requested your presence.”Jaemin exchanged a glance with Renjun before rising. “We should see him. He must be overwhelmed with everything happening today.”As Jaemin walked through the grand corridors of the palace, he took in the sight of countless decorations being arranged for the grand event. The air smelled of fresh flowers and incense, the fragrance almost dizzying. The weight of the day was evident on the faces of the palace staff, their hands working diligently to ensure perfection.When he reached Haechan’s chambers, he found the soon-to-be royal bride adorned in a stunning robe of gold and crimson, his expression torn between excitement and anxiety. Renjun followed closely behind, his observant eyes taking in the atmosphere.“You’re finally here,” Haechan huffed, waving Jaemin inside. “Tell me, do I look like someone who is about to be married to a king?”Jaemin chuckled, taking a moment to admire his friend’s radiant form. “You look stunning, Haechan.”Renjun nodded in agreement. “Mark won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Haechan sighed dramatically, plopping onto the cushioned seat beside him. “I know. But I also feel like I might throw up.”Jaemin laughed. “Nervous?”“Beyond nervous.” Haechan groaned. “I keep thinking about everything that’s going to change after today. And Mark… he has so much weight on his shoulders. I don’t want to make things harder for him.”Jaemin’s smile softened. “You won’t. Mark chose you, Haechan. He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t sure.”Haechan sighed again but nodded. “I suppose you’re right.” He studied Jaemin for a moment before tilting his head. “But what about you? You seem lost in thought.”Jaemin hesitated before confessing, “I’m pregnant.”Haechan’s mouth fell open. “Oh my god.”Jaemin chuckled at his reaction. “I just found out last night.”Haechan grasped his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Jaemin, that’s amazing! Does Jeno know?”Jaemin shook his head. “Not yet. I was thinking of telling him after today.”Haechan frowned playfully. “That’s a long wait.”“He’s busy with security. I don’t want to add to his worries.”Renjun crossed his arms. “That’s understandable, but you should still tell him soon.”Haechan rolled his eyes. “You and Jeno are so alike. Always thinking about everyone else first.” He squeezed Jaemin’s hands. “But I get it. Just promise me you won’t keep it to yourself for too long, okay?”Jaemin smiled warmly. “I promise.”Their conversation was interrupted by another knock at the door. A servant entered, bowing respectfully. “It is almost time, Your Highnesses.”Jaemin stood, smoothing his robe as he prepared to step out into the grand hall. His heart pounded with anticipation—not just for the ceremony, but for everything the future would bring. Today marked the beginning of a new era, for the kingdom, for Mark and Haechan, and for himself and Jeno.And soon, he would finally tell Jeno the secret he carried within him.---The grand corridors leading to the coronation hall were lined with royal guards, their posture stiff and eyes watchful. The scent of incense and fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the quiet murmurs of nobles as they made their way toward the ceremony. Jaemin walked beside Renjun, his silk robes whispering against the marble floors with every step. His heart pounded—not just from the significance of the event but from the emotions he had been holding within himself.As they neared the coronation hall, Jaemin’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for one person. He found him instantly.Jeno stood near the entrance, dressed in his formal guard uniform, the golden insignia of his rank gleaming under the sunlight that filtered through the open archways. His usually sharp expression was clouded with tension, his jaw tight as his eyes darted over the gathering crowd. The lines of worry on his face were unmistakable, and Jaemin felt an immediate urge to go to him, to ask if he was alright.Jeno’s gaze flickered to him, their eyes meeting across the distance. Jaemin held his breath before offering him a gentle smile—an unspoken reassurance.Jeno hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod, as if grounding himself at the sight of Jaemin.Jaemin clutched his robe, feeling warmth spread through his chest. Soon, he thought, he will know. The fruit of our love is living inside me. I hope he will be happy.The thought alone made Jaemin feel lightheaded with both excitement and apprehension. But his moment of serenity didn’t last long.Out of the corner of his eye, Jaemin noticed Jaehyun moving toward Jeno, his face serious. Jaemin’s steps faltered, his fingers gripping Renjun’s sleeve instinctively.Jaehyun spoke to Jeno in hushed tones, his expression unreadable. Jeno’s face, however, darkened with each passing second.Then, without hesitation, Jeno followed Jaehyun, disappearing into a secluded corridor.A strange unease settled in Jaemin’s chest.“Jaemin?” Renjun’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”Jaemin’s lips parted, but he wasn’t sure what to say. He turned his gaze back toward the direction Jeno had gone, his hands clenching into fists.“Jaehyun… he took Jeno away. And Jeno looked…” Jaemin swallowed. “Something isn’t right.”Renjun followed his gaze, his brows knitting together. “You think something is happening?”“I don’t know,” Jaemin admitted, his stomach twisting. “But I have a bad feeling.”Renjun placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “If it’s something serious, we’ll find out soon enough. For now, let’s get inside. The coronation is about to start.”Jaemin nodded hesitantly, but the anxiety gnawed at him as they stepped into the grand hall.The coronation hall was filled with the elite of the kingdom, noble families dressed in their finest silks and jewels. The throne stood at the far end, gleaming under the golden chandeliers, awaiting its rightful ruler. The air was thick with anticipation.But Jaemin’s eyes weren’t on the throne. They were on the entrance, waiting for Jeno to return.Minutes passed, and then—finally—Jeno reappeared.Jaemin’s relief was short-lived.Jeno walked back inside, his body visibly rigid, the tension in his shoulders even worse than before. His eyes were sharper, his movements deliberate, as though preparing for something.Jaemin’s fingers dug into his sleeves. He took a step forward, but before he could reach him, Jaehyun appeared beside him.Jaemin turned to his brother, whispering urgently, “Jaehyun, what’s happening? You’re making me nervous.”Jaehyun opened his mouth, but before he could answer—A loud noise erupted in the hall.Screams.Jaemin’s heart stopped.His gaze snapped toward the disturbance, his eyes widening in horror.Jeno was standing in front of Mark, his sword drawn—an arrow lodged deep into his chest.Time seemed to slow.Jaemin felt his breath catch, his entire body freezing in shock. The world around him blurred, sounds muffled as though he were drowning in water.Jeno.The moment the realization struck, Jaemin surged forward. “JENO!”But before he could move any further, Jaehyun grabbed him, holding him back.“Let me go! Let me go!” Jaemin struggled, his entire body thrashing against his brother’s grip.“Jaemin, stop!” Jaehyun hissed, his own expression contorted with worry. “It’s not safe!”Jaemin barely registered the chaos erupting around him—the guards clashing with intruders, arrows flying, people running in panic. His entire being was focused on the man in the center of it all.Jeno pulled the arrow from his chest, blood seeping into his uniform. His stance remained firm despite the wound, his eyes never wavering from Mark.More arrows flew toward them.Jeno moved without hesitation, shielding Mark with his body.Jaemin screamed his name again, but his voice was lost in the pandemonium.“Get him out of here!” Jaehyun barked at Renjun, signaling toward Jaemin.“No!” Jaemin refused to move, his legs locking in place. He couldn’t leave. Not when Jeno was still standing there, bleeding.Renjun hesitated, torn between duty and friendship.Jeno staggered slightly, his knees nearly buckling, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward. The coronation was still in progress, and the priest—though visibly shaken—continued the ceremony under Mark’s command.More guards flooded in, clashing with the rebels who had dared to strike within the palace walls.Jaemin saw more arrows fly—one hitting Jeno’s side, another grazing his arm.Jaemin could hardly breathe. “JENO!” His vision blurred with tears.“Jaemin, now!” Jaehyun’s grip on him tightened, his tone desperate. “You have to go! This is what Jeno would want!”Jaemin shook his head frantically. “I can’t—”“Jeno will be fine,” Jaehyun lied, his voice firm. “But if you get caught in this, it will kill him more than any arrow ever could.”Jaemin’s knees buckled, but Renjun caught him, his expression filled with sorrow. “We have to go, Jaemin.”Tears streaked Jaemin’s cheeks as he let himself be pulled away. His chest ached, a deep, unbearable pain as he was dragged from the hall.The last thing he saw before everything went dark—Jeno collapsing to the floor. ---The room was quiet except for the sound of Jaemin’s restless breathing. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hands tightly clasped together in his lap, knuckles turning white from the pressure. His heart pounded in his chest, heavy and relentless, as if mirroring the unbearable anxiety coursing through his veins.He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity.The attack. The arrows. Jeno bleeding. The memory replayed in his mind over and over again, each image worse than the last. He shut his eyes tightly, but the nightmare remained burned into his thoughts. His body trembled slightly, and his hands instinctively moved to his stomach, a silent reassurance that at least something precious was still safe within him.The doors creaked open.Jaemin’s head snapped up immediately, his breath hitching as Renjun entered, his expression solemn but not grim.Jaemin stood so fast that he nearly lost his balance. “Renjun,” his voice wavered, desperate. “Tell me—”“The coronation has been completed,” Renjun said first, his voice gentle yet firm. “Mark is officially crowned as King.”Jaemin barely reacted. He didn’t care about the crown, the throne, or the kingdom right now. There was only one person in his mind.“The rebels have been taken down,” Renjun continued, hesitating for a brief moment before delivering the news Jaemin truly needed to hear. “And Jeno… he’s with the royal physician. They’re operating on him.”Jaemin’s body felt weak with relief, but fear still clung to his heart like a vice. “He’s still alive?”“Yes,” Renjun confirmed. “But he lost a lot of blood.”Jaemin clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “I need to see him.”“They won’t allow that yet. The physicians need time,” Renjun explained carefully. “He’s fighting, Jaemin. He’s strong. He will pull through.”Jaemin let out a shaky breath, his emotions barely held together. His entire body felt as if it was being weighed down by an unbearable force. He wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for Jeno’s survival.Renjun stepped closer, his eyes filled with concern. “The wedding has been postponed.”Jaemin finally looked at him properly, realizing the weight of those words.It should have mattered—this was supposed to be a day of celebration, the day Mark officially took the throne and Haechan became his consort. But right now, none of it meant anything to Jaemin.“I don’t care,” Jaemin murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “I just… I just want Jeno to live.”Renjun placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “He will. He has too much to live for.”Jaemin wanted to believe that. He needed to believe that.Time passed, though every minute felt like a lifetime.The silence was suffocating.And then, another visitor arrived.The doors opened once more, and Jaehyun stepped inside. His expression was guarded, but Jaemin could see the exhaustion and the weight of the day’s events written across his face.Jaemin stood, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Anger and frustration boiled inside him, the dam of his emotions finally breaking. “Jaehyun,” his voice was sharp, his eyes burning. “Explain. Now.”Jaehyun exhaled, as if expecting this reaction. “Taeyong betrayed us.”Jaemin’s breath hitched, his nails digging into his palms. “I knew something was wrong.” His voice cracked slightly, his emotions catching up to him. “You should have done something sooner. You should have stopped him before this happened!”“I tried.” Jaehyun’s voice was firm, but not defensive. “I thought I could change his mind. I thought I could convince him not to go through with it. I failed.” His expression darkened. “And because of that, Jeno got hurt.”Jaemin shook his head, frustration bubbling over. “Jeno almost died because of this, Jaehyun.” His voice trembled. “You knew something was coming. You should have warned Mark, warned Jeno, done something before it was too late!”Jaehyun’s gaze softened just a little, but his face remained serious. “You’re right. I should have done more.”Jaemin let out a shaky breath, his anger mixing with the sheer helplessness he felt.“But,” Jaehyun continued, “Jeno will survive.”Jaemin snapped his head up at those words, searching Jaehyun’s face for any sign of uncertainty. “How do you know?”Jaehyun’s gaze flickered to Jaemin’s stomach for the briefest moment before meeting his eyes again. “Because he has you,” he said simply. “And because you’re carrying his child.”Jaemin sucked in a breath, his arms wrapping around himself instinctively.“I won’t let anything happen to him,” Jaehyun said firmly. “He’s strong. He’ll wake up. And when he does, you need to be there for him.”Jaemin’s throat tightened, his chest aching with suppressed emotions. “I need to see him.”Jaehyun hesitated. “The physicians are still working on him—”“I don’t care.” Jaemin cut him off, his voice unwavering. “I don’t care if I have to sit outside his door for hours. I need to be near him.”Jaehyun studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. “I’ll take you there soon. But for now, we wait.”Jaemin clenched his fists, his eyes burning.Waiting.That was the hardest part.
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Darkness clung to him like a heavy fog, dense and suffocating. He drifted in and out of awareness, his body feeling weightless yet unbearably heavy at the same time. Pain pulsed through his chest, sharp and relentless, each heartbeat a reminder that he was still alive.Slowly, his mind clawed its way back to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered open, but the dimly lit room made it difficult to adjust. The faint flicker of a lantern cast long shadows against the walls, and the scent of medicinal herbs filled the air.Where… am I?The ceiling above him was unfamiliar at first, but as his senses slowly sharpened, recognition settled in—he was in one of the palace’s medical chambers. The muffled sound of breathing beside him made him turn his head slightly, and through the hazy blur of his vision, he saw two figures sitting near his bed.“Jeno?”The voice was quiet but urgent, and soon, a warm hand landed gently on his arm. His gaze focused, and he found Jisung and Chenle staring at him with wide, relieved eyes.“You’re awake,” Jisung breathed out, exhaling as if he had been holding it in for hours.Chenle leaned in slightly, his usual playful demeanor nowhere to be found. “How are you feeling?”Jeno tried to speak, but his throat was dry, his voice hoarse when he finally managed to whisper, “Like hell.” He groaned, shifting slightly, only for pain to shoot through his chest, making him inhale sharply.“Don’t move too much,” Jisung warned, quickly steadying him. “You took three arrows, Jeno. You’re lucky to be alive.”Jeno let his head fall back against the pillow, exhaling shakily as memories of the coronation day flooded back. The chaos. The sound of arrows cutting through the air. The way time seemed to slow when he saw the rebels aiming for Mark. He had moved on instinct, and then… then there was only pain.“What… happened?” he asked weakly.Chenle and Jisung exchanged a look before Jisung spoke first. “Taeyong betrayed us,” he said, voice tense. "The rebels who attacked during the coronation have been captured, and Taeyong is in chains now. Jaehyun… he helped us track him. ”Jeno’s brows furrowed. “Jaehyun?”Chenle nodded. “Yeah. He turned against Taeyong at the last moment. He made sure the Taeyong didn’t get far. If it weren’t for him, things might’ve been worse.”Jeno let that sink in. Despite his suspicions, Jaehyun had ultimately chosen to stand with them.“And Mark?”Jisung managed a small smile. “Coronation was completed. He’s officially king now. But…” He hesitated before adding, “He postponed the wedding. He said he wouldn’t go through with it until you were awake and stable.”Jeno blinked, surprised. Mark had always been duty-bound, but this… this was personal. He swallowed thickly, pushing down the emotions welling up inside him.Then, another thought crashed into his mind, one far more pressing than anything else.“Jaemin,” he rasped, forcing himself to sit up slightly despite the burning pain in his body. “Where… where is Jaemin?”Jisung immediately pressed a hand to his shoulder, preventing him from moving any further. “He’s okay—physically at least,” he reassured.Chenle sighed. “But he’s not doing well, Jeno. He hasn’t been eating much. He refused to leave his room for hours after what happened. He was barely holding himself together.”Jeno’s hands clenched into weak fists. “I need to see him.”Jisung and Chenle exchanged another look, then sighed in unison.“We knew you’d say that,” Jisung muttered.Chenle crossed his arms. “You’re in no condition to move right now, Jeno.”Jeno gritted his teeth. “I don’t care.” He pushed himself up further, but the searing pain in his chest made him falter, his vision momentarily blurring. A groan escaped him, and before he could fall forward, Jisung caught him.“See?” Jisung muttered, lowering him back against the pillows. “You’re still too weak.”Jeno cursed under his breath, frustration bubbling inside him. He needed to see Jaemin—to touch him, to reassure him, to tell him that he was still here.“I’ll go to him myself if I have to,” he growled stubbornly.Chenle rolled his eyes. “And what? Collapse halfway there? You’ll just make things worse, Jeno.”Jisung placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Listen. We promise we’ll bring Jaemin here first thing in the morning, okay? Just rest for now.”Jeno clenched his jaw, unwilling to back down, but the exhaustion in his body was merciless. He barely had the strength to sit up, let alone walk all the way to Jaemin’s chambers. His body betrayed him, the weakness weighing him down like chains.Chenle’s voice softened. “He’s been waiting for you to wake up, Jeno. He’ll come running the moment we tell him.”Jeno inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down. He knew they were right. His body was in no condition to move yet.With a heavy exhale, he muttered, “Fine.”Jisung smiled faintly. “Get some more rest. Jaemin will be here soon.”Jeno sighed, reluctantly closing his eyes. The pain still throbbed in his chest, but now, there was something else mixed in—a quiet, desperate longing.Jaemin.Just a few more hours.And then he would see him again. ---The morning light seeped into the room, casting a soft golden hue over the wooden walls. Jeno’s consciousness stirred again, this time feeling more settled than the restless night before. The dull ache in his chest remained, but it was no longer as unbearable as before. His eyelids fluttered open, his vision adjusting to the gentle flickering of the lanterns placed around the chamber.He barely had time to register the surroundings before he noticed a presence beside him. The physician, an older man with graying hair and a calm demeanor, stood by his bedside, carefully examining him. Another younger assistant stood nearby, preparing herbal medicine.“You’re awake again,” the physician noted, his voice composed but edged with something close to relief. “Good. That means your condition is stabilizing.”Jeno swallowed, his throat dry. “How long…” He barely recognized his own voice, hoarse from disuse.The physician glanced at his assistant before answering, “You’ve been unconscious for three days.”Jeno’s eyes widened slightly. Three days? That long?“You were severely injured,” the physician continued, “and frankly, we weren’t certain if you would wake up again. The blood loss was substantial, and the wounds were deep. But somehow, you did.” His expression softened, as if he, too, was surprised by the outcome.Jeno exhaled slowly, his mind spinning. Three days… Jaemin…Before he could voice his thoughts, the physician placed a cup near his lips. “Drink this,” he instructed. “It will help ease the pain.”Jeno obeyed, letting the bitter liquid slide down his throat. Almost instantly, a warmth spread through his body, numbing some of the pain.The physician stepped back, nodding at his assistant, who immediately moved to replace the damp cloth on Jeno’s forehead. “You need rest,” the physician said firmly. “Even though you’re awake, your body is still weak. Don’t try to move too much.”Jeno barely nodded, his focus elsewhere.Jaemin.Where was he? Had Jisung and Chenle informed him? Was he okay?The door creaked open, breaking Jeno from his thoughts. His head turned slightly, and his breath caught in his throat.Jaemin.The moment their eyes met, Jaemin’s lips trembled, and in the next instant, he rushed forward, almost stumbling in his haste.“Jeno,” Jaemin whispered, his voice breaking. His hands clutched at the blankets covering Jeno, his fingers trembling as he hovered over him.Jeno had never seen him like this before.Tears streamed freely down Jaemin’s face, his usual composed expression utterly shattered. His shoulders shook, his breath uneven. The overwhelming relief in his eyes made Jeno’s chest tighten—not from pain, but from something deeper, something more profound.“I—” Jaemin tried to speak, but his voice cracked. He covered his mouth with his hand, his body trembling as he struggled to contain his emotions.Jeno felt something in him break at the sight. He had never wanted to make Jaemin cry—never wanted to be the cause of his pain. Slowly, despite the soreness in his limbs, he lifted a hand and cupped Jaemin’s cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb.“I’m here,” Jeno murmured, his voice still weak but steady. “I’m okay.”Jaemin let out a choked sound, leaning into his touch as more tears fell. “You… you almost died,” he whispered, his hands gripping Jeno’s uninjured arm tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again. “I thought—I thought I lost you.”Jeno swallowed hard, guilt seeping into his heart. He hated that Jaemin had suffered while he was unconscious.“I’m sorry,” he said softly, brushing his fingers through Jaemin’s hair in a soothing motion. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”Jaemin let out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening around Jeno’s. “You promised me, Jeno,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me.”Jeno’s heart clenched at the raw pain in Jaemin’s words.“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured him firmly. “I swear.”Jaemin sniffled, finally leaning down to press his forehead against Jeno’s. He stayed there for a moment, his warm breath fanning against Jeno’s skin, before whispering, “I hate you for making me go through this.”Jeno let out a weak chuckle. “I know.”A quiet cough interrupted them, and Jaemin pulled away slightly, revealing the third presence in the room.Jaehyun stood near the door, watching them with unreadable eyes. His expression wasn’t as guarded as before, but there was still something cautious about the way he observed them.Jeno met his gaze and took a slow breath before saying, “Thank you.”Jaehyun’s brows furrowed slightly. “For what?”“For choosing us,” Jeno said. “For standing against Taeyong.”Jaehyun was silent for a moment before exhaling. “I did what I had to do.”Jeno nodded, understanding the weight behind those words. He knew Jaehyun had struggled with his loyalty, torn between his past and his present. But in the end, he had made his choice.Jaehyun exhaled and stepped closer. “Jeno, I know you want to get up and act like everything is normal, but you need to rest. The rebellion is over, the kingdom is safe, and Mark’s position is secure. You don’t have to fight anymore.”Jeno let out a breath and nodded. “I know.”Jaemin finally released a shaky sigh, his tense body slightly relaxing. “Good. Because I can’t go through that again,” he muttered.Jeno smiled faintly and pulled Jaemin’s hand closer. “You won’t have to.”Jaehyun took that as his cue to leave, stepping back towards the door. “I’ll give you two some time alone.” He glanced at Jaemin. “Try to get some rest too.”Jaemin gave a small nod, though his eyes never left Jeno.As Jaehyun exited, the room fell into silence once more.Jaemin bit his lip, hesitating, before whispering, “There’s something I need to tell you.”Jeno blinked. “What is it?”Jaemin took a shaky breath, his free hand moving to rest on his stomach. His eyes softened, and his lips parted to speak—But before he could, the physician returned with more medicine, interrupting the moment.“Rest first,” Jaemin murmured, his fingers brushing against Jeno’s. “I’ll tell you later.”Jeno wanted to protest, but exhaustion was already pulling at him again. With a quiet sigh, he let his eyes close, the warmth of Jaemin’s hand in his the last thing he felt before sleep claimed him again.---Jeno’s body ached, but this time, the pain wasn’t as sharp as before. He was slowly healing, though every movement still sent dull throbs through his wounds. The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of jasmine—Jaemin’s scent.Blinking slowly, he let his gaze travel around the room. The dim glow of lanterns cast soft shadows across the wooden walls. His eyes finally landed on the figure beside him.Jaemin.He had fallen asleep in an awkward position, his upper body slumped over the side of Jeno’s bed, his cheek resting against Jeno’s arm. His breathing was even, though his face looked exhausted, lips slightly parted as he dozed.Jeno’s heart clenched at the sight. How long had he been like this? How long had he refused to leave his side?Carefully, Jeno shifted his hand, moving to brush Jaemin’s hair away from his face. The moment he stirred, Jaemin’s eyelashes fluttered, and a sleepy noise escaped his lips.“Jaemin…” Jeno whispered.Jaemin’s eyes opened sluggishly, adjusting to the dim light before locking onto Jeno’s. As soon as he realized Jeno was awake, he sat up abruptly, his sleepy haze vanishing.“You’re awake,” Jaemin breathed, voice thick with relief. His hands immediately reached for Jeno’s, gripping them tightly as if reassuring himself that this wasn’t a dream.Jeno offered him a weak smile. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”Jaemin shook his head. “I wasn’t really sleeping properly anyway.”Jisung’s voice interrupted them from the other side of the room. “That’s an understatement. He’s been here since yesterday, refusing to leave.”Jeno turned his head slightly to see Jisung and Chenle standing near the doorway, arms crossed, both looking mildly exasperated.Chenle huffed. “We told him to go rest, but did he listen? No.”Jaemin shot them a glare. “Like either of you would have left if you were in my position.”Jisung rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you should neglect yourself.”Jeno squeezed Jaemin’s hands gently. “They’re right,” he murmured. “You need to take care of yourself too.”Jaemin frowned. “I’m fine—”“You’re not,” Jeno interrupted softly. “Jaemin, please. Go to your room and get some proper rest. You can come back later, but I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”Jaemin hesitated, clearly reluctant, but the concern in Jeno’s voice made him waver.“You’ll be okay?” he asked quietly.Jeno nodded. “I promise.”Jaemin sighed, rubbing his tired eyes before finally relenting. “Fine. But I’ll be back soon.”Chenle grinned. “We’ll drag him away if we have to.”Jaemin shot him a glare but didn’t argue further.Just as Jaemin was about to stand, the door creaked open again, and this time, Mark stepped inside.Jeno immediately recognized the shift in atmosphere. Mark wasn’t just here for a casual visit. His expression was serious but also laced with something deeper—concern, relief, something unspoken.“I need to talk to Jeno alone,” Mark said, his voice firm but gentle.Jaemin frowned, reluctant to leave, but after a moment, he sighed and nodded.Jisung and Chenle exchanged glances before following Jaemin out of the room.The door shut softly behind them, leaving only Mark and Jeno in the quiet space.Jeno shifted slightly, adjusting himself in the bed. “What is it?”Mark exhaled, walking toward the bed before sitting down on the chair Jaemin had previously occupied. His hands rested on his knees, fingers interlocked as he seemed to gather his thoughts.Then, he finally spoke.“All my life, you’ve acted like you owed me something.”Jeno blinked, caught off guard by the sudden statement. “What?”Mark looked at him, his eyes calm but heavy with emotion. “You always acted like you had to protect me. Like you had to repay me for saving you when we were kids.” His voice was soft, yet firm. “But Jeno, you don’t owe me anything.”Jeno swallowed, but before he could speak, Mark continued.“You threw yourself in front of those arrows for me.” Mark’s voice wavered slightly. “Do you know what that felt like? Watching you bleed out in front of me?”Jeno clenched his fists. “I did what I had to do—”“No.” Mark shook his head. “You did it because you still think you’re repaying a debt. But that debt was never there to begin with.”Jeno fell silent, unsure of how to respond.Mark leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. “You saved me, Jeno. Just like I saved you back then. So whatever you thought you owed me? It’s gone. We’re even.”Jeno’s breath hitched.Mark gave him a small, sad smile. “I don’t want you to live your life feeling like you have to sacrifice yourself for me. I don’t want you to feel like your happiness comes second.”Jeno opened his mouth to protest, but Mark shook his head again.“I want you to think about yourself for once,” Mark said firmly. “Not about me, not about duty—just you.” He hesitated before adding, “If you want, you can leave the palace job.”Jeno’s eyes widened. “What?”Mark sighed. “You’ve given everything to this kingdom. To me. You’ve put your life on the line more times than I can count. But you don’t have to anymore.”Jeno was speechless. He had never once considered leaving. His entire life had been dedicated to serving Mark, protecting him, standing by his side. It was all he knew.Mark’s expression softened. “You love Jaemin, don’t you?”Jeno’s breath caught. He hadn’t even fully processed everything happening between him and Jaemin. But the answer was immediate. “I do.”Mark smiled. “Then be with him. Choose him. You don’t have to stay here out of obligation.”Jeno looked away, his mind racing. Could he really leave? Could he really step away from the palace life he had known for so long?Mark reached out, gripping Jeno’s hand tightly. “You’ve always been more than my knight. More than my protector. You’re my brother, Jeno. And I want you to be happy.”Jeno felt something break inside him. All the years of duty, of responsibility, of feeling like he had to repay a debt—Mark was cutting those chains.His chest tightened, emotions swirling inside him. “I… I don’t know what to say.”Mark chuckled, squeezing his hand. “Just think about it, okay?”Jeno nodded slowly, feeling something shift inside him. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to consider a future that wasn’t dictated by duty.A future where he could choose happiness.A future where he could choose Jaemin.
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Jaemin stirred from his restless sleep, his body stiff from the awkward position he had been in all night. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion settled in—until he remembered where he was. His gaze immediately shifted to Jeno, whose steady breathing was the only thing keeping Jaemin’s heart from spiraling into another wave of panic.Jeno was awake.Though his face was still pale, his features tired and drawn from pain, there was warmth in his gaze as he looked at Jaemin. Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave. Jaemin didn’t realize how tightly he had been holding onto his own fear until that very moment."You're awake…" Jaemin’s voice came out in a whisper, thick with emotion.Jeno gave him a small, tired smile. "I didn’t mean to wake you."Jaemin let out a shaky breath, his fingers clutching the blanket draped over Jeno. His mind still hadn’t recovered from the horrors of the past days—watching Jeno collapse, seeing him covered in blood, the uncertainty of whether he would wake up again.Jaemin shook his head. “I wasn’t really sleeping properly anyway.”Jisung and Chenle, who had been sitting quietly on the other side of the room, exchanged looks before approaching.“Jaemin, you need to rest,” Jisung said gently.Jaemin barely registered his words. “I’m fine.”Chenle sighed. “You’ve been here all night. You barely ate anything yesterday.”“I can’t leave,” Jaemin murmured, his grip tightening around Jeno’s hand. “Not yet.”Jeno, weak as he was, still managed to squeeze his fingers around Jaemin’s. “Jaemin,” he said softly, “They’re right, You need to take care of yourself too.”Jaemin frowned. “I’m fine—”“You’re not,” Jeno interrupted softly. “Jaemin, please. Go to your room and get some proper rest. You can come back later, but I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”Jaemin hated how reasonable Jeno sounded, even when he was the one lying in a sickbed. His lips trembled slightly, but he nodded.Jisung and Chenle seemed satisfied with this, though Jaemin felt like a piece of himself was being left behind as he slowly stood up. His eyes lingered on Jeno, memorizing every detail of his face, making sure his breathing remained even.As he turned to leave, the door creaked open, and Jaemin’s breath hitched when he saw Mark step inside.Jaemin paused. Mark’s face was unreadable, his posture tense but composed. There was something in his eyes that made Jaemin’s stomach twist—like he had something important, something serious to say to Jeno.Jaemin glanced back at Jeno, then at Mark. A sense of unease settled in his chest.He knew Mark and Jeno shared a history deeper than most people understood. Jeno had always carried an unspoken burden—an unwavering sense of duty toward Mark, as if he owed him something. But Jeno had already done enough. He had almost died for Mark. Would Mark realize that? Or would he say something that could make Jeno feel even more burdened?Jeno was still recovering. Whatever Mark had to say, Jaemin only hoped it wouldn’t affect his healing.As Jaemin stepped past Mark, he hesitated, glancing at him once more.“Don’t push him too much,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.Mark’s gaze flickered to him, something unreadable passing through his eyes before he gave a small nod.Jaemin swallowed hard and finally walked out, the heavy doors closing behind him.Jaemin’s steps were slow as he walked through the corridors. His mind, however, was racing.For a brief moment last night, he had almost told Jeno about the child growing inside him. The words had nearly slipped from his lips, but he had caught himself at the last second.What was he thinking?Jeno had just woken up from a near-death experience. His body was still weak, still struggling to heal. If Jaemin had told him, if he had placed that weight on him now, wouldn’t that have been selfish?The thought made Jaemin stop in his tracks.Selfish.He placed a hand over his stomach, exhaling shakily.This child… this miracle growing inside him was something he had dreamed of. It was something he had never thought he would have. And yet, instead of feeling the overwhelming joy he had imagined, all he felt right now was guilt.He wanted Jeno to know. He wanted Jeno to be happy about it. But was now the right time?Jeno had always put Jaemin before himself. If he knew, wouldn’t he push his own recovery aside just to make sure Jaemin was taken care of? Wouldn’t he ignore his pain, his injuries, just to reassure Jaemin that he would be there?Jaemin couldn’t let that happen.Jeno needed to heal first. That was the priority.Jaemin clenched his hands, swallowing back the lump in his throat.He would wait.Until Jeno was strong enough, until Jeno was back on his feet, Jaemin would keep this to himself.He had to.For Jeno’s sake.With a deep breath, he forced himself to walk again, heading back to his chambers, trying to convince himself that this was the right choice.But in the pit of his stomach, an unease still lingered. --- Jaemin sat on the chaise near the window, staring blankly at the gentle sway of the silk curtains as the morning sunlight filtered into his chambers. The warmth on his skin should have been comforting, but his mind remained restless. His thoughts circled endlessly—Jeno’s condition, the weight of the secret he was keeping, and the uncertainty of what Mark might have said to Jeno.A knock at the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts.“Come in,” he called, straightening his posture as the doors swung open.Renjun and Haechan stepped inside, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern. Jaemin felt a surge of comfort at the sight of his friends, though a lingering exhaustion still weighed on his body.“You look like you barely slept,” Renjun noted as he approached, his sharp eyes immediately scanning Jaemin’s face.Jaemin sighed, rubbing his temples. “I slept… just not well.”Haechan crossed his arms, raising a brow. “I can imagine. You’ve been glued to Jeno’s bedside since the moment he was injured. How is he?”Jaemin’s fingers curled slightly on his lap, but for the first time in days, he had some good news to share. “His condition is stable now. The physicians checked on him this morning and said that while his recovery will take time, he’s past the worst of it.”Both Renjun and Haechan visibly relaxed, their shoulders dropping slightly as tension melted from their expressions.“Thank the heavens,” Renjun murmured, shaking his head. “We were all so worried.”Haechan flopped onto the seat across from Jaemin, exhaling deeply. “I swear, that man is made of iron or something. Surviving all those injuries… It’s like he refuses to give up.”Jaemin smiled faintly, his chest warming at the thought of Jeno’s resilience. “That sounds like him.”Renjun took a seat beside him, tilting his head curiously. “Have you told him yet?”Jaemin blinked. “Told him what?”Renjun rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.”Jaemin stiffened, his hand instinctively moving toward his stomach. Haechan perked up at that, turning his full attention to Jaemin.“Oh! You haven’t told him, have you?” Haechan asked, eyes narrowing slightly.Jaemin sighed, looking down at his lap. “No… I haven’t.”Renjun frowned. “Why not?”Jaemin hesitated before answering, carefully choosing his words. “Because… he’s still recovering. He just woke up. His body is still weak. If I tell him now, it might stress him, and I don’t want that. His health has to come first.”Haechan pursed his lips. “I get what you’re saying, but don’t you think he’d want to know? It’s not bad news, Jaemin. It’s something wonderful.”Jaemin’s fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of his robe. “I know. And I want to tell him… but not now. Not when he’s still in pain.”Renjun placed a comforting hand over Jaemin’s. “You’re trying to protect him. That’s understandable. But promise us you won’t wait too long. Jeno deserves to know.”Jaemin nodded slowly. “I promise.”Silence lingered for a moment before Jaemin spoke again. “Mark went to see Jeno.”Both Renjun and Haechan looked at him in surprise. “Already?” Renjun asked.Jaemin nodded. “Right before I left Jeno’s chambers. Mark said he wanted to talk to him alone.”Haechan leaned back, tapping his chin. “That’s not surprising. Mark probably has a lot he wants to say.”Jaemin sighed, his brows furrowing. “That’s what worries me. What if he says something that makes Jeno feel guilty? What if he tells Jeno that he shouldn’t have put his life on the line for him?”Renjun shook his head. “You don’t give Mark enough credit.”Jaemin frowned. “What do you mean?”Haechan smiled gently. “Mark isn’t blind to what Jeno did for him. But he’s not the type to burden Jeno with guilt either. If anything, he’ll try to reassure him that he’s grateful. Mark loves Jeno like a brother. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.”Jaemin bit his lip, nodding slowly. He wanted to believe that. He wanted to believe that Mark’s words wouldn’t add to Jeno’s burdens.“I guess I just worry too much,” he admitted.Renjun chuckled. “You always have.”Haechan smirked. “It’s because you love him so much.”Jaemin flushed slightly but didn’t deny it.A brief silence filled the room, before Jaemin looked at Haechan with a hint of guilt in his eyes.“Haechan…”“Hm?”“I’m sorry about your wedding being postponed.”Haechan blinked in surprise before letting out a short laugh. “Jaemin, that’s the last thing you should be apologizing for.”Jaemin frowned. “But still… This was supposed to be your day too. You and Mark should have been celebrating. Instead, everything was thrown into chaos because of what happened.”Haechan waved a dismissive hand. “Jaemin, stop. Do you really think I care about some grand ceremony right now? Mark and I will get married when the time is right. The kingdom has been through enough in the past few days. Jeno almost died. There are more important things to focus on.”Jaemin looked down, still feeling guilty. “You waited so long for this.”Haechan sighed, a soft smile on his lips. “And I can wait a little longer. What matters is that everyone is safe. Mark is safe. Jeno is alive. That’s what’s important.”Jaemin stared at him for a moment before nodding. Haechan always had a way of making things sound simple, even when the world around them was anything but.Renjun smirked. “Besides, this just gives us more time to plan an even grander wedding for you.”Haechan scoffed. “As long as you’re not the one picking the decorations.”Renjun gasped, placing a hand over his chest. “Excuse me? My taste is impeccable.”Jaemin chuckled at their banter, feeling some of the tension in his chest finally ease. Having them here, hearing them joke around—it was a reminder that life was still moving forward, even after everything.Even after the fear, the pain, and the uncertainty, there was still laughter. There was still warmth.And maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. --- The soft flicker of lantern light cast long shadows across the walls of Jaemin’s chamber. The night air carried a slight chill, but Jaemin barely noticed as he entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet sigh. He had just returned from Jeno’s chamber, where he had spent time helping him eat a bowl of warm soup. Jeno was still weak, his movements sluggish, but he had managed to finish most of the meal with Jaemin’s gentle encouragement.After ensuring Jeno was comfortable, Jaemin had joined Jisung and Chenle for a quiet dinner. The atmosphere had been lighter than before, with both of them doing their best to keep the conversation easy and distracting. But one person had been noticeably absent—Jaehyun. Jaemin had wondered where he had gone, but he hadn’t asked.Now, alone in his chamber, his thoughts remained restless, tangled in the past few days—Jeno’s slow recovery, Mark’s postponed wedding, and most of all, the weight of everything Jaehyun had been through.He sat on the cushioned bench near the window, staring out at the moonlit courtyard when a gentle knock interrupted his thoughts.“Come in,” he called.The door creaked open, and Jaehyun stepped inside. His posture was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable weariness in his eyes. He had always carried himself with a quiet strength, but tonight, he looked different—more burdened than usual.“You’re still awake?” Jaehyun asked as he walked over, taking a seat across from Jaemin.Jaemin sighed, offering a small smile. “I could say the same to you.”Jaehyun chuckled lightly, but the amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sleep has been hard to come by these days.”Jaemin nodded, understanding all too well. “You’ve been through a lot.”A heavy silence settled between them for a moment before Jaemin decided to speak again. “Jaehyun… how are you really feeling?”Jaehyun exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I should feel relieved that Taeyong has been taken down. After everything he did—betraying us, putting innocent lives at risk—it should be easy to hate him.” His voice lowered, thick with emotions. “But it’s not.”Jaemin listened intently, letting Jaehyun speak at his own pace.“He wasn’t always like this,” Jaehyun continued, his fingers tightening around the edge of his sleeve. “Taeyong… he was my friend. We grew up fighting for the same cause. We wanted the same things—justice, freedom, a better world. But somewhere along the way, he changed. Or maybe I was just too blind to see it.”Jaemin hesitated before asking, “Do you regret helping us?”Jaehyun’s head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly. “No,” he said firmly. “I don’t regret choosing you, choosing Jeno… Mark. I did what I thought was right.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “I just wish I had realized sooner what Taeyong had become. Maybe I could have stopped him before it came to this.”Jaemin could see the guilt weighing on Jaehyun’s shoulders. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jaehyun’s arm. “You did what you could. And when the time came, you made the right choice. That’s what matters.”Jaehyun looked at him for a long moment before sighing. “I keep thinking… if things had been different, if Taeyong had listened, if he hadn’t been so consumed by revenge… maybe we wouldn’t have had to fight against each other.”Jaemin’s voice softened. “But he did choose that path, Jaehyun. And you chose yours.”Jaehyun leaned back against the seat, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it, though. He was like a brother to me once.”Jaemin understood that kind of loss. It wasn’t just about losing someone physically—it was the realization that the person you once trusted, once believed in, had become someone unrecognizable.“Maybe one day, you’ll be able to make peace with it,” Jaemin said gently. “It doesn’t have to be now. But someday.”Jaehyun was silent for a moment before nodding. “Yeah… maybe.”A comfortable silence stretched between them before Jaehyun finally sighed and straightened up. “Enough about me,” he said, attempting a small smirk. “What about you? How are you holding up?”Jaemin hesitated, his hand unconsciously brushing against his stomach. “I’m… trying to focus on Jeno’s recovery,” he said, carefully avoiding mentioning his pregnancy. “That’s what’s most important right now.”Jaehyun didn’t miss the way Jaemin’s expression faltered slightly. His eyes narrowed with quiet understanding, but he didn’t push. “He’s strong,” Jaehyun reassured. “He’ll make it through this. And he’ll come back to you.”Jaemin smiled, grateful for Jaehyun’s words. “I know.”Jaehyun studied him for a moment before standing. “Get some rest, Jaemin. You need it as much as anyone else.”Jaemin nodded, watching as Jaehyun walked towards the door. Just before stepping out, Jaehyun turned back, his expression softer than before.“For what it’s worth… I think you’re stronger than you realize,” he said. “And whatever happens next, you won’t be alone.”Jaemin felt a warmth spread through his chest at Jaehyun’s words. He nodded, offering a small but genuine smile. “Thank you, Jaehyun.”Jaehyun gave him a final nod before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Jaemin alone with his thoughts.As Jaemin finally lay down, he stared at the ceiling, Jaehyun’s words replaying in his mind. There was still so much uncertainty ahead, so much to face.But at least now, he knew he wasn’t facing it alone.
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The days stretched long and slow, blurring together into quiet hours filled with rest, reflection, and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. Jeno lay on the cushioned mattress, his body still sore from the injuries, though the pain had dulled over time. The physicians continued to check on him regularly, administering herbs and medicines to speed his recovery, but the true challenge wasn’t healing his body—it was calming his restless mind.He had too much time to think.Mark’s words replayed in his head, over and over, like a melody stuck on an endless loop. “You’ve repaid your debt, Jeno. You don’t owe me anything anymore. Your happiness comes first now. If you want to leave the palace, you can.”For as long as he could remember, his life had revolved around Mark. Protecting him. Serving him. Being his loyal guard. It was all he had known, and in many ways, it had defined him. But now… now Mark was telling him to prioritize his own life, his own happiness.
What do I actually want?
That question haunted him. It gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, refusing to be ignored. He had spent so many years focusing on his duty that he had never stopped to ask himself what he truly wanted from life.Of course, he knew one thing with absolute certainty—he wanted Jaemin. A life with Jaemin, stable and peaceful, free from the constant threat of danger. But beyond that, everything felt hazy.Did he still want to be part of the palace guard? Was there something else he could do, something he might be better at? And what if stepping away from his duty left him feeling empty?These thoughts swirled in his mind for days, leaving him more exhausted than the pain in his body ever could. ---One afternoon, as Jeno sat propped up on the bed, staring absentmindedly out the window, Jisung and Chenle entered his chamber. They had been frequent visitors during his recovery, often bringing food, stories, and much-needed laughter to lighten his mood.“Still brooding, huh?” Chenle teased, plopping down on the chair beside Jeno’s bed.Jisung leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “You’ve been quiet lately. Even quieter than usual, which is saying something.”Jeno managed a small smile. “Just… thinking.”“Yeah, we’ve noticed,” Jisung said, walking over to sit at the foot of the bed. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”Jeno hesitated, unsure if he wanted to voice the tangled thoughts in his mind. But then he sighed, realizing that if anyone could understand, it was them.“I’ve been thinking about what Mark said to me,” he admitted. “About… leaving the palace, if I want to.”Chenle raised an eyebrow. “Leaving? Like, for good?”Jeno nodded slowly. “He said I don’t owe him anything anymore. That I’m free to live my life the way I want.”Jisung’s expression softened. “And what do you want?”“That’s the thing,” Jeno said, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’ve spent my whole life serving Mark, being part of the palace guard. I never really thought about what I actually like doing, or what I’m best at. It’s like… without this job, I don’t even know who I am.”Chenle leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s not true. You’re more than just a guard, Jeno. You’re loyal, brave, and one of the strongest people I know. You’ve saved all our lives more times than I can count.”“Yeah,” Jisung agreed. “And you’re not just Mark’s protector—you’re Jaemin’s, too. You’ve built relationships, friendships. That’s who you are.”Jeno sighed. “But what if I leave the palace and regret it? What if I realize that this is all I’m good at?”“Then you come back,” Chenle said simply. “It’s not like the palace is going anywhere. And it’s not like Mark would ever shut you out.”Jisung nodded. “You don’t have to figure everything out right away, Jeno. You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to take your time.”Jeno leaned back against the pillows, their words sinking in. They were right. He didn’t have to make any decisions yet. For now, he just needed to focus on healing and spending time with the people he cared about.“Thanks, guys,” he said softly. “I guess I just needed to hear that.”Chenle grinned. “That’s what we’re here for.”Jisung patted his shoulder. “Now, try to get some rest. You’re not going to figure out your entire future in one afternoon.”Jeno chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right.”As they left the room, Jeno felt a small weight lift from his chest. He still didn’t have all the answers, but for the first time in days, he felt like that was okay. He had time to figure things out. And whatever happened next, he knew he wouldn’t be facing it alone.---The cool breeze of the early evening swept through the palace gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly watered grass. Jeno breathed in deeply, savoring the crisp air as he walked slowly along the cobblestone path, his hand firmly clasped in Jaemin’s.His steps were careful, measured, each one a reminder of how far he had come. Though the pain in his chest still lingered, sharp and stubborn on occasion, he was healing. He had started walking short distances a week ago, first with the help of Jisung and Chenle, then on his own. But this evening, it was Jaemin by his side, supporting him with his quiet presence and gentle touch.Jeno glanced at him, his heart swelling with an emotion so deep and profound that it almost took his breath away. Jaemin’s beauty was undeniable—his soft, delicate features illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun—but it wasn’t just his appearance that drew Jeno in. It was everything about him. The way he cared, the way he smiled, the quiet strength that had carried them both through the hardest of times.Jeno had always felt a connection to Jaemin, ever since the first time they had met. But lately, that connection had grown stronger, more intense, as if their souls had somehow intertwined on a level he couldn’t fully explain.As they walked, their footsteps falling in sync, Jeno’s thoughts drifted. He had been noticing something different about Jaemin lately—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Jaemin was still as loving and attentive as ever, always making sure Jeno had everything he needed, but there was a certain hesitance in his eyes, a flicker of something hidden just beneath the surface.“Jeno?” Jaemin’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Are you okay? You look lost in thought.”Jeno smiled softly. “I’m fine. Just… thinking.”“About what?”Jeno stopped walking and gently tugged Jaemin closer, their hands still entwined. “About you.”Jaemin blinked, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “Me?”“Yeah.” Jeno’s gaze softened as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Jaemin’s face. “I’ve been thinking about how lucky I am to have you. And how much I love you.”Jaemin’s eyes shimmered with emotion, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. They just stood there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the world around them fading away.“I love you too, Jeno,” Jaemin whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “More than anything.”Jeno smiled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. But even as he basked in Jaemin’s love, that nagging feeling in the back of his mind remained.“Jaemin,” he said gently, his tone shifting slightly, “is there… something you want to tell me?”Jaemin stiffened almost imperceptibly, and Jeno immediately regretted asking. He didn’t want to push Jaemin, especially not when he was still recovering. But he couldn’t ignore the feeling that Jaemin was holding something back.“You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready,” Jeno added quickly, squeezing Jaemin’s hand reassuringly. “I just… I feel like there’s something on your mind.”Jaemin hesitated, biting his lip as if weighing his options. Finally, he let out a soft sigh and nodded.“There is something,” he admitted quietly. “Something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.”Jeno’s brow furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. “What is it?”Jaemin looked down at their joined hands, his thumb gently tracing circles on Jeno’s palm. “I want to tell you, Jeno. But… not yet.”“Not yet?”Jaemin nodded again, his gaze lifting to meet Jeno’s. “I’ve been waiting for the right time. And right now, my first priority is making sure you’re fully recovered. I don’t want to stress you out or distract you while you’re still healing.”Jeno opened his mouth to protest, to tell Jaemin that nothing he could say would ever hurt or stress him, but the earnest look in Jaemin’s eyes stopped him.“Please,” Jaemin said softly, “just trust me on this. Once you’re better, I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”Jeno studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. “Okay. I trust you, Jaemin.”Jaemin’s shoulders relaxed, and he offered Jeno a small, grateful smile. “Thank you.”They continued their walk in comfortable silence, the unspoken promise hanging gently between them. Jeno didn’t know what Jaemin was keeping from him, but he knew one thing for certain—whatever it was, they would face it together.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the garden in soft hues of pink and purple, Jeno felt a renewed sense of hope. He was healing, slowly but surely, and with Jaemin by his side, he knew they would find their way through whatever came next.---The days passed in a calm but steady rhythm. With each sunrise, Jeno felt a little stronger, a little more like himself. His body was healing, the sharp pain in his chest gradually easing to a dull ache that flared up only if he moved too suddenly. He had started light exercises again, under strict instructions from the palace physicians not to push himself too hard.It wasn’t the rigorous training he was used to, but it was something—and that was enough for now.The palace, meanwhile, was bustling with preparations once again. After weeks of delay, Mark and Haechan’s wedding had finally been rescheduled. The ceremony was set to take place in a week, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Mark had already taken up his responsibilities as king, and although Jeno wasn’t by his side every day as he had been in the past, he knew that Mark was doing an excellent job. Jisung and Chenle had stepped in to assist Mark, and from what Jeno had seen, they were handling their duties with confidence and skill.One bright morning, Jeno found himself in the training area, stretching and doing some light exercises. The familiar space, with its worn training mats and racks of weapons, brought back memories of countless sparring sessions and drills. It felt strange to be here without the intensity of combat practice, but it also felt good—a small reminder of who he was and what he had worked so hard to become.As he adjusted his stance and began a series of slow, controlled lunges, he heard footsteps approaching. Turning his head, he saw Jaehyun walking toward him, dressed in his usual dark attire, his expression calm but alert.“Good morning, Jeno,” Jaehyun greeted, nodding slightly as he came to stand beside him.“Morning,” Jeno replied, straightening up. “You’re up early.”Jaehyun chuckled lightly. “I could say the same about you. How are you feeling?”“Better,” Jeno said honestly. “Still not at full strength, but I’m getting there.”“That’s good to hear,” Jaehyun said, his eyes briefly scanning Jeno as if assessing his condition. “You’ve made impressive progress. Not everyone recovers from an injury like yours so quickly.”Jeno shrugged modestly. “I’ve had a lot of help.”Jaehyun’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “That, and you’re stubborn.”Jeno laughed softly, a sound that felt surprisingly light after everything they’d been through.They stood in companionable silence for a moment before Jaehyun spoke again, his tone shifting to something more serious.“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said.Jeno raised an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind?”Jaehyun crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. “Since Taeyong’s arrest, we’ve been investigating the corruption cases he was involved in. It hasn’t been easy—there were a lot of people covering for him—but we’ve made progress.”“That’s good,” Jeno said, his jaw tightening slightly at the mention of Taeyong. “Have you found anyone else involved?”Jaehyun nodded. “Yes. We’ve already identified several corrupted ministers, either directly or indirectly. Some of them have already been arrested, and we’re gathering evidence against the others.”Jeno’s eyes darkened. “It’s worse than we thought, isn’t it?”“It is,” Jaehyun admitted. “But we’re handling it. Slowly but surely, we’re rooting out the corruption.”Jeno sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I hate that it got this far.”“So do I,” Jaehyun said quietly. “But what matters now is that we’re doing something about it. And with Mark as king, we have a real chance to make things right.”Jeno nodded, his expression softening slightly. “You’re doing a good job, Jaehyun. I mean that.”Jaehyun blinked, clearly surprised by the compliment. “Thank you,” he said after a moment. “That means a lot, coming from you.”They fell silent again, the weight of their conversation hanging in the air. After a few moments, Jaehyun spoke again, his tone more reflective.“You know,” he said, “when I first took on this role, I wasn’t sure if I was the right person for it. I’ve made mistakes—big ones—and I’ve had to live with the consequences. But being here, working with Mark and with you… it’s made me realize that maybe I can do some good after all.”“You’ve already done a lot of good,” Jeno said firmly. “You helped take down Taeyong. You’ve been guiding Mark. You’ve done more than most people would have in your position.”Jaehyun looked at him, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks, Jeno.”Jeno nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.As they stood there, side by side, Jeno felt a sense of quiet resolve settle over him. There was still a long road ahead—for him, for Jaehyun, for all of them—but for the first time in a while, he felt hopeful. They were moving forward, and that was what mattered.“Come on,” Jaehyun said after a moment, clapping Jeno lightly on the shoulder. “Let’s head back. You’ve done enough for today.”Jeno chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”Together, they left the training area, the morning sun casting long shadows behind them as they walked back toward the palace.---The night sky stretched endlessly above them, a dark velvet canvas dotted with shimmering stars. Jeno leaned back in his chair, savoring the cool evening breeze that drifted through the balcony of his chamber. He had missed this—the quiet moments, the simple pleasure of being alone with Jaemin.They had just finished dinner, sharing quiet conversation and occasional laughter. Jaemin had been unusually quiet tonight, his soft eyes watching Jeno with a mixture of fondness and something else—something deeper that Jeno couldn’t quite place.Jeno glanced at Jaemin, who stood by the balcony railing, his loose robe fluttering slightly in the breeze. The moonlight bathed his face in a soft glow, making him look almost ethereal.“You should get some rest,” Jaemin said gently, turning toward him. “You’ve been pushing yourself a lot lately, and you’re still recovering.”Jeno smiled, his heart warming at the concern in Jaemin’s voice. “I’m fine, really. But you’re right. Let’s head inside.”They stepped back into the room, and Jeno stretched slightly, feeling the lingering soreness in his muscles. Jaemin moved toward the door, clearly intending to return to his own chamber, but Jeno reached out and gently took his hand, stopping him in his tracks.“Stay,” Jeno said softly, his eyes searching Jaemin’s. “Sleep here with me tonight.”Jaemin hesitated for a moment, his lips parting as if to protest, but then he nodded, a small smile curving his lips. “Okay.”Jeno’s heart skipped a beat at that simple word.As Jaemin turned back toward him, the air between them shifted, growing charged with an unspoken tension. For a moment, they just stood there, eyes locked, the silence stretching around them. Then Jeno took a step closer, closing the distance between them.He cupped Jaemin’s cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the soft skin. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.Jaemin’s breath hitched, and before either of them could say anything more, Jeno leaned in and captured Jaemin’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss.It started slow, gentle, as if they were both savoring the feel of each other after so many weeks apart. But soon, the kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more urgent. Jeno’s hands slid around Jaemin’s waist, pulling him closer, while Jaemin’s fingers tangled in Jeno’s hair.They stumbled toward the bed, their kisses growing more heated with each step. Jeno lowered Jaemin onto the soft mattress, his body hovering over his lover’s as their lips continued to move together in perfect harmony.Every touch, every kiss, felt like a reaffirmation of their love, a silent promise that they were here, together, and nothing would tear them apart again.Jeno’s hand slipped beneath Jaemin’s robe, his fingertips grazing over the smooth skin of his waist. Jaemin shivered beneath him, his eyes dark with desire.“I love you,” Jeno whispered against Jaemin’s lips, his voice thick with emotion.Jaemin’s eyes softened, and he reached up to cup Jeno’s face. “I love you too,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.For a while, they simply held each other, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.Then, Jaemin suddenly pulled back slightly, his expression turning serious.“I need to tell you now,” he said softly, his eyes searching Jeno’s.Jeno frowned, his heart skipping a beat. “What is it?”Jaemin hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached down and took one of Jeno’s hands in his own. Slowly, he guided Jeno’s hand to his stomach, pressing it gently against the slight swell that had begun to form there.Jeno’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Jaemin…?”Jaemin took a deep breath, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m pregnant,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.For a moment, Jeno just stared at him, his mind struggling to process the words. Then, slowly, realization dawned, and his eyes widened in shock.“You’re… we’re… having a baby?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.Jaemin nodded, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yes. I found out a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but with everything that’s happened, I didn’t want to add to your stress. I was waiting for the right moment… and now felt like the right time.”Jeno felt a lump form in his throat as a wave of emotions crashed over him—shock, joy, love, and an overwhelming sense of awe.He pulled Jaemin into his arms, holding him tightly as tears filled his own eyes. “A baby,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “We’re going to be parents.”Jaemin nodded against his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around Jeno.Jeno pulled back just enough to look into Jaemin’s eyes, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. “I can’t believe it,” he said, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “This is… this is the best news I’ve ever received.”Jaemin smiled through his tears. “I was so nervous about telling you. I wasn’t sure how you would react.”Jeno cupped Jaemin’s face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears on his cheeks. “Jaemin, this is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you, and I already love our baby more than anything.”Jaemin let out a soft sob, and Jeno kissed him again, pouring all of his love and emotion into the kiss.As they lay back on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, Jeno felt a profound sense of peace settle over him.In that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted for his future.He wanted this—a life with Jaemin, with their child, filled with love, laughter, and happiness.And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly free.