#i cannot talk enough about the chorus of beheaded heads

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

Yes, yes I know we are all excited to see the Endless family dinner on Sandman season 2 BUT may I suggest —-Thermidor.

It’s got Johanna Constantine in France during the French Revolution and more importantly Orpheus AND A CHORUS OF SINGING HEADS PLEASE I want to watch that SO BAD

Bonus Points for that one scene with my girl Jessamy

[mint-yooxgi]

The King and I - King!Twin!Suga X Reader X Twin!Yoongi

Twin AU -  Heavily inspired by Agust D’s 대취타

Genre: Mature, Angst, Minor Fluff (If you squint real hard)

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader X Suga

Words: 12,001

Warnings: Depictions of violence, beheadings, and swearing. Not everything is historically accurate. Yoongi is referred to as Agust a lot. Both of them are selfish, manipulative assholes.

A/n: I’m pretty excited about this one, ngl. Heavily based upon the music video mentioned above, I just love the aesthetic of it, oof. King!Yoongi? Yes please! Him with the long blond hair and sword hit me hard, my goodness. Anyways, I hope you like this one as it’s definitely different from what I'm used to. Feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy lovelies!

The sound of a door opening alerts your attention to the front, where Agust steps into the room flanked by two men. You’re currently sitting around a small table, discussing ambush strategies for tomorrow’s attack on the king. There are about twenty-five of you in total, so you’re hoping you’ll be able to pull this off.

So far, you’ve lived a pretty basic life, coming from a middle class family, unlike many of the others here in this room. You became drawn to Agust’s personality and listened to what he had to say about the king that rules over your lands. You agree that the king is selfish, and cares not for his people; that he’s violent and all he cares about is money. All of which you’ve learnt and come to realize thanks to listening to Agust’s speeches. In fact, you ran away from home because of him.

Ever since you joined the underground revolution, as you all call yourselves, you’ve been working hard to overthrow the king, and create a new world order. One where peace reigns, and people don’t live in poverty across the kingdom. You’re just hoping that what you’re fighting for isn’t in vain.

Making brief eye contact with Agust, he sits across from you at the table, looking over the plans laid out in front of him.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” He asks, more as a way to make sure everyone is on the same page.

“The king is supposed to go for his monthly parade around the village streets to check on the wellbeing of the peasants-” a scoff is heard, “he’ll be seated in his carriage surrounded by palace guards, so getting to him will be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, we’ve planned to lure most of the guards away so you can go straight for him.”

Agust nods his head, “good, good. You all know your positions, then?”

A chorus of ‘yes, sir’s are heard around the room.

“Good,” he nods once more. “Everyone get some rest tonight, tomorrow we start the revolution.”

With those words, you all know that you’re dismissed, but you can tell from the look he sends you that he wants you to stay back. Once the final person is out of the room and the door is shut behind them, he makes his way over to where you’re standing. The only light comes from the flickering candles placed around the room.

“I really don’t want you there tomorrow, in case something goes wrong,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Well, too bad, cause I’m helping whether you like it or not,” you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips as you stare into his eyes.

“You know I’d hate myself if anything ever happened to you,” he admits, and you can feel his arms tightening their hold around you.

“I know,” you sigh, “but nothing you can say, or do, will change my mind.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” his eyes narrow slightly, observing you carefully. “I might just have to lock you up for your own protection.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you counter, brow quirked in amusement. You fail to hear the seriousness of his statement. “Though, it would help if I actually knew how to protect myself.”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t know how many times, weapons are too dangerous for you. You could seriously hurt yourself,” he frowns, taking a step away from you to cross his arms in front of his chest.

“Yeah, but if I knew how to, I don’t know, wield a sword, I’d be able to protect myself,” you reply with a roll of your eyes, as if you’ve stated the obvious. You miss the way his jaw clenches.

“You’re not handling weapons, and that’s final,” he states, voice firm as his eyes darken slightly.

“Fine, fine,” you wave him off, tired of having this same conversation every time you bring up handling weapons. You still don’t understand why he won’t let you do so.

“Go get some rest, I have some things I still need to tend to,” he says, motioning to the back door which leads to your sleeping chambers.

“You better hurry up, then,” you tell him, already heading towards the back door. “You know I hate sleeping alone.”

“I’ll be there, soon,” he turns around, focusing his attention back on the table with the plans on it, “I promise.”

You simply hum in response, sliding the back door open so you can exit through it before closing it once more. As soon as you’re alone in the courtyard, you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you begin to make your way to your sleeping quarters.

Ever since you joined his cause, Agust has had a certain infatuation with you, one of which you’ve equally pursued with him. He’s certainly charming, and after the first week together, you knew you were starting to fall for him. He’s shown you so much, you don’t know who you would be without him.

Once you’re ready for bed, you crawl under the covers. Laying on your side, you angle yourself so you’re facing the door, wanting to see when he comes in. You’re not afraid to admit it: he’s stolen your heart, just as you know you’ve stolen his, and as soon as the king is out of the way, he’s promised for you to rule at his side in a new era of history.

You manage to doze off before he wanders into the room about an hour later. A subtle smirk takes over his features as he sees your sleeping face, heart warming at how content and adorable you look. All he wants to do is hide you, and protect you, from all the horrors of this world, and make sure nothing ever happens to you. Not even the king will be able to stop him, for he knows he’d do anything for you. Anything at all.

The next morning comes around all too soon for his liking, and before either of you two know it, everyone is getting into position to ambush the king. As usual, a small crowd has gathered alongside the pathway the royal caravan will take, all wanting to grab a glance at the king. You’ve all worked to use this to your advantage.

Before all of this, Agust attempted to get you to back out of the plans once more, but you refused. You could see how frustrated he was getting with you, but luckily you were interrupted and had to get into positions before anything else could happen.

Right now, you’re preparing to cause a scene with another girl, ready to throw yourself in the way of the procession of the king. Agust insisted that the one girl you’re doing this with would have been enough, but you insisted right back that it’d be more convincing if you did it together. As soon as you hear the signal, you know it’s go time.

Throwing yourself into the path of the caravan, the other girl tumbles along with you, both acting as if you’ve just been pushed. You both start fighting each other while screaming insults, acting as if you’ve each greatly offended the other and successfully causing a scene.

The procession comes to a halt and you can hear the murmurs of the crowd talking about how disrespectful you two are. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the two front guards coming to break you two up while the rest of the plan begins to be set in motion.

A shot is fired somewhere near the back of the caravan, causing a few screams to be heard as the rear guards check out the commotion. That leaves the two side guards, who are soon surrounded by the rest of your team, easily overpowering them.

You see Agust coming out of the crowd and rushing towards the carriage with a knife in his hand. He tosses the hat he’s been wearing as a disguise off of his head once he jumps onto the carriage ledge, a sinister smirk on his features. Ripping back the curtain of the carriage, his expression falls as he sees it completely empty.

“Get them!” A new voice shouts, twenty new guards appearing from around the scene, as if they’ve been waiting for their own counter attack. 

You realize this too late, and you cannot get to your feet in time. Two guards grab each of your arms rather harshly, dragging you away from the scene as your team members fight off the rest of them.

“Agust!” You scream, struggling to get out of the guards’ hold on you.

The frantic call of his name causes him to turn to see you being dragged off, his eyes widening in shock. Not even a moment later, anger takes over his features as he fights to get to you, shouting for the guards to release you at once. Unfortunately for the both of you, they don’t listen.

The last thing you see before your world goes black is Agust fighting against a guard to get to you through the newly formed crowd, calling out your name in hopes he can reach you before you disappear from his sight.

About two hours later, you come to, a groan escaping your lips as you bring your hand up to rub your head. Your brow furrows slightly as you realize your wrists are not bound, nor are your legs. In fact, you’re not tied up at all, or in a dungeon for that matter. You appear to be in the throne room, laying on a small mat placed in the centre of the room. 

You can hardly believe where you are right now, let alone that you’re not tied up. You begin to wonder why it is you’re here, and who exactly brought you to the palace. Hopefully, you’ll get some answers soon, and hopefully it’ll be enough to calm your racing heart of its nerves.

Giving a quick glance around the room, you notice that you’re alone. However, movement from the direction of the throne catches your eyes, and your original assumption of being alone is disproven.

The king shifts in his seat, golden hair pinned on the top of his head as he smirks down at your figure, now getting to your feet somewhat unsteadily. He stands up, staring you down like a predator would their prey, smirk growing wider with every step he takes towards you. You swear he’s taunting you with every step he takes, causing a small shiver of fear to run down your spine.

One of the first things you notice once he’s close enough, is the harsh scar that runs vertically down his right eye, as if someone tried, and failed, to blind him. If he didn’t intimidate you so much at the moment you would say it adds to his character.

The next thing you notice, is his striking resemblance to someone whom you know. In fact, it’s so striking, that you have to rub your eyes a few times to make sure you’re not delusional, or dreaming for that matter. Once you open your eyes again, you see him standing a few feet away from you, looking at you curiously, with his head tilted slightly in a mocking manner.

You straighten your back, refusing to show him fear as you meet his gaze. He simply quirks a brow in amusement at the disbelief shining in your eyes.

“I can see why he likes you,” he hums, and you’re taken aback slightly. His voice is almost identical to Agust’s, except it’s slightly deeper, more firm. It’s suiting for the voice of a king.

“Excuse me?” You quirk a brow, trailing your eyes over his figure as you try and wrap your head around how he could possibly look like the man you’re in love with.

“Don’t play dumb, you and I both know that he’s in love with you, as you are also, unfortunately, with him,” he states, nearly rolling his eyes.

“Why do you look so much like Agust?” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Agust?” His face scrunches in distaste, voice full of confusion. “Who the hell is-“ realization dawns on his features and he tuts, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “you’re fucking kidding me, he didn’t even tell you his real name?”

“Real name? What real name?” Now, it’s your turn to voice your confusion, brow furrowing along with your statement.

“My brother certainly has a flair for the dramatics,” he sighs, shaking his head once more.

“Brother?” You’re taken aback.

“Yes, brother,” he meets your gaze, an amused gleam reflecting in his eyes. “The one whom you claim to love, and supposedly loves you back, but hasn’t even told you his real name, or the fact that the king, whom he is so desperately trying to overthrow, is his brother.” At your wide eyes, he grins, continuing, “yes, I know all about his little schemes, and all about you, (Y/n). I knew about your plans to assassinate me today and I was prepared. I also know how much you mean to him, or so he claims, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and take you away from him. Believe me, you’ll thank me later.”

He hums as he turns around, making his way back to his throne as you attempt to collect your thoughts. This whole time, Agust had a twin brother, who’s the king, no less, that he’s trying to murder? Not to mention this king knows about your relationship.

“Why would you ever think I’d thank you for taking me away from him?” You say once you ground yourself, taking a few steps towards the throne where he’s seated once more.

“Because my brother has a habit of hurting the things he loves most,” he replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t worry though, I’ve decided that the best way to keep you safe from him is to make you my wife.”

“Excuse me?” Your statement from earlier returns, albeit more astounded.

“You don’t actually have to marry me, it’s just for appearances sake,” he shrugs casually, as if this whole mess is beneath him. “I won’t force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with, I’m not my brother. However, you can’t leave the palace without me now, for safety.”

“I did not agree to this!” You shout.

“I know you didn’t, hence why I’m not forcing you to actually marry me,” he rolls his eyes. “It was the best I could think of given the circumstances.”

“Do you really think he won’t come for me?” You counter, eyes narrow as you stare him down.

“Damn, you’ve got some nerve glaring at your king like that,” he chuckles, leaning forward in his seat. “And I expect him to, that’s the whole point.”

“I can’t believe this,” you shake your head, “you really are a monster.”

“I can see you’ve bought into his lies,” he sighs.

“He’s only opened my eyes to the truth about you,” you spit, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Tell me, have you ever seen me do any of the things he’s told you I have? Like steal money from those already struggling to get by? Or beheading those who don’t deserve it?” He looks at you expectantly, and you keep your mouth shut. “There are rules I have to follow as king, just like how there are rules you have to follow in society. I have never done the things he’s brainwashed you to believe, and I would never willingly subject my people to torment and famine. I am not who I’m made out to be, just as he’s not who you think he is.”

“I don’t believe you,” you state, jaw clenched in anger.

“You don’t have to,” he huffs, leaning back in his throne once more. “Over time, you’ll see for yourself the lies he’s fed you. I swear to you I only want what’s best for my people. I won’t lie and say I’m perfect, but I am not as horrible as he makes me out to be.”

“Sure,” you scoff, turning your head to the side so you no longer have to look at him.

“Oh my, where are my manners,” he chuckles, smirk now back on his face. “I haven’t even properly introduced myself yet.” Standing up, he slowly makes his way down the few steps to where you’re standing at the base of his throne. “Allow me to properly introduce myself, I’m King Suga, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, (Y/n). I look forward to having you as a wife.” 

You scowl at his own malicious smile as he bows respectfully at you, almost mockingly. He stares at you expectantly as he straightens up, “what? No formal bow for your husband to be? Your parents raised you better than that, (Y/n).”

Reluctantly, you bow back, scowl ever present on your face as he smirks victoriously down at you. So far, your first impression of the king is not a good one, and you can’t wait to get out of here. Hopefully, Agust comes for you soon.

You frown once more at your thoughts, now knowing that Agust’s real name is not actually Agust. Though, you’re curious as to what it really is.

“Something bothering you, darling?” Suga grins, able to read the turmoil on your face as clear as day.

You hesitate for a moment before asking, “what’s his real name?”

“Ah, so you are curious,” he hums, amusement shining in his eyes. “His real name is Yoongi, though I’m surprised he didn’t tell you, considering how much he supposedly loves you.”

“Why am I not in the dungeons right now? I did try to help assassinate you,” you ignore him in favour of changing the subject.

“You see, I’ve had people watching you for a long time now, and I know how much my brother has brainwashed you. I can tell you’re a good person, and I really don’t want to hurt you,” he says, eyes locking with yours. “I’ve always had to clean up my brother’s messes, and if I can help you while doing so, then I can wash my hands with him for good. You don’t deserve to be subjected to his insanity.”

“He’s not crazy,” you snap.

“That’s what you think,” he chuckles. “Come, I’ll show you to your room.”

Before you can say another word, he’s walking to the main entrance of the throne room, not even bothering to look behind him to see if you’re following him. You let out a sigh before jogging to catch up to him.

Making it outside, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes past your lips at how grand the courtyard is. However, the rain isn’t the only thing that serves to dampen your mood.

Spread out evenly on either side of the main pathway lies eight dead bodies, all covered in straw mats. You see the scrolls laid out on top of the mats and you grit your teeth in anger. These were members of your team, the familiar symbol on the scrolls tell enough. You wonder how many others lost their lives today.

Suga glances at you from over his shoulder and sees your solemn look, “tragic, really. Unnecessary lives lost for a lost cause. We caught the majority of the rebels, and unfortunately, I’ll have to make a statement with them, otherwise I might have a full out rebellion on my hands, and you can see why that would be a bad thing.”

“Terrible,” your voice drips with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this,” he sighs, and you blink in surprise at how sincere he sounds.

You remain silent, following him through the palace grounds until you reach a separate building which houses many separate rooms. You see a few people milling here and there, all of whom bow to Suga as he walks past, so you can only assume they’re his staff. You wonder how many of them would believe he’s kidnapped you if you pleaded for help.

“This will be your room,” he says, reaching one of two doors at the end of the hall and sliding it open. Your eyes widen as you take in the grandiose space before you. “My room is close by incase you need anything, but don’t even think about trying anything. I always have guards stationed outside, and they’re all at my beck and call. The staff and guards all know of your situation, so good luck asking for help escaping.”

Well, there goes that idea. You sigh, stepping past him and into your new room.

“What about my clothes?” You quirk a brow at him.

“What about them?” He replies, grin tugging at his features. “Since you’ll be playing the part of my wife all of your outfits from now on will be provided by me and the staff. You won’t have to wear ceremonial stuff everyday, only on special occasions, so feel free to let them know what style of dress you like best.”

“You seem pretty trusting of me, considering everything that’s been done already,” you say, suspicious of his real intentions.

He lets out a long sigh, “look, I’ve already told you, I’m not who you think I am. Now, get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“Why?” You ask, crossing your arms once more in front of your chest.

“I already told you, I have to make an example out of the rebels we caught,” he replies, hand on the door as he steps out of the room. “Tomorrow morning, prepare for some beheadings.”

Without another word, he slides the door to your room closed. Your eyes remained fixed on the spot where he was just standing, still unable to wrap your head around this entire situation. Lowering yourself into a crouched position, you go over everything you’ve just learnt.

To begin with, Agust, or well, Yoongi, has a twin brother who is the king. He never told you of his brother, or his real name for that matter. This only makes you begin to question the other things he’s told you throughout your time of knowing him, along with what else he’s hidden from you. If he’s able to lie so easily about his family, maybe he doesn’t fully trust you. You’re unsure if you can even say he fully loves you now, or if that was all a lie, too.

A small knock at the door manages to pull you out of your thoughts. Before you can respond, the door is sliding open to reveal a girl, maybe just a few years younger than you.

“Excuse me, miss, my name is Minha and I’ve been appointed as your personal assistant by the king himself,” she bows respectfully. “Anything you need, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“I don’t suppose you could help me sneak out of here?” You inquire, quirking a brow as she stands up straight once more.

“Unfortunately, I cannot do that, and if you attempt to do so, I will have to alert the guards,” she replies, blinking at you a few times.

“Then why did you come?” You sigh, running a hand over your cheeks in exasperation.

“I’ve been instructed to prepare you for bed,” she replies, hands clasped gently in front of herself.

“I see,” you respond, watching as she closes the door behind herself and begins to make her way over to where you are still crouched on the floor.

“Come, my lady, let’s get you ready for bed,” she says, helping you to your feet.

You say nothing as she moves around the room, pulling out the most extravagant nightgown you’ve ever seen in your life. She bathes you and does your hair for when you’ll be sleeping before dressing you in the gown. Once she’s done, she takes your old clothes with her and bids you a goodnight, saying she’ll be back in the morning to help you get ready once again.

Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling. A sigh slips past your lips in frustration, throwing the covers off of yourself in a hurry. Like hell you’re staying here. You can tell you won’t be able to sleep easily anyways, so you might as well do something productive like try and escape while you’re up. Besides, you’re not going down without a fight.

Each attempt to escape results in a guard or two escorting you back to your room. So far, you’ve attempted three times to escape, each a few hours apart, but to no avail. Now, you’re stuck with two guards stationed at every entrance in and out of your room. 

Just as you predict, you barely get any sleep that night, and early the next morning, Minha is back with a soft knock on your door.

“Good morning, my lady, it’s time to get up,” she greets you with another bow as you groan in discontent.

Reluctantly, you let her get you ready for the day, and you can hardly believe what you’re dressed in at the moment. A red ceremonial dress surrounds your figure, complete with golden hairpins which keep your hair in its place upon your head. So much for wearing what you want.

“If you would follow me, miss,” Minha bows, leading the way out of your room.

Silently, you follow her. The two of you weave through a few corridors until you make it outside, and you notice some of the staff you pass by bowing to you out of respect. You know for a fact you look the part of the king’s fiancée at the moment, so it doesn’t surprise you, but it’s still a weird feeling.

Within minutes, you’ve been lead up a flight of stairs just outside a separate courtyard from the main one. This one overlooks the village, and you know that some have gathered to witness the executions that will take place today. After all, Suga did say he wanted to make a display out of it.

Taking a deep breath, the doors to the balcony are pushed open, allowing you access to the other side. Hesitantly, you step through, already noticing boxes upon boxes stacked around a single chair. You don’t even need to guess what these boxes contain, for the hair you see sticking out of them, as well as the smell of rotting flesh is enough tell for you.

Moving around the throne, if you can even call it that, you see Suga looking out at the scene below him while leaning on the railing. You also see three wooden poles sticking out along the bottom of the railing, each with a white sack tied to the end. Stepping closer, you gag, noticing how red stains the bottom of each sack due to the severed head in each one.

Hearing you approaching, Suga spares a glance at you over his shoulder, malicious smirk evident on his face. He’s doing a horrible job of convincing you that he’s not the sadist Agust has made him out to be.

“How nice of you to join us,” he hums, turning his head back to look at the scene below him as you come to stand just behind him to the left. “You look nice.”

“This is disgusting and outright cruel,” you spit, features twisting in disgust as he motions for the next neck to be cut.

“Good thing I started before you got here then,” he replies nonchalantly. “I take it you didn’t sleep well?”

“Not at all,” you huff, doing your best to look anywhere but at the horrors that lay before you.

“My guards tell me you attempted to escape, not once, but three times,” he says, sparing a glance at you over his shoulder once more. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“You don’t seem so concerned,” you reply, voice flat as you focus your gaze to the side where a lantern is blowing in the breeze.

“Sweetheart, if I was concerned you’d escape I’d keep you locked up in a dungeon,” he grins sarcastically, and you scowl. “Now, there’s only one more head to roll and you need to stand beside me for this.”

“I will do no such thing,” you refuse, standing your ground as you turn your gaze back onto him, seeing him looking expectantly at you.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you don’t have to watch,” he rolls his eyes, stepping towards you in order to grab your arm and lead you to the railing where he’s been standing this entire time. “Just stand here silently, and look pretty. You’ve already got one of them down, now all you need to do is shut up.”

You scoff in response, straightening your back as you look over the crowd that’s formed to watch these executions. You can’t help but let your eyes drift over the scene directly below you either, noticing how a line of bodies lay in a row off to the side, straw mats covering headless figures bleeding onto the ground. Only one person kneels before the executioner now with a sack tied over their head. You don’t have to strain your ears to hear their muffled sobs coming through the cloth.

However, your gaze is drawn once more to the shifting crowd. Some whispers reach your ears from them, discussing things like who you might be, and why you’re there. You notice Suga smirking out of the corner of your eyes.

“Now, finally, our last rebel in our possession,” Suga’s commanding voice booms, addressing the crowd. “On with it.”

In the blink of an eye, the executioner lifts his large blade into the air before bringing it down in a fatal swing, cutting the head clean off of the body. You turn your head to the side just in time to avoid seeing the results, but you still manage to hear the dull thunk the head makes as it comes into contact with the ground.

“Let this be known, all those who conspire against the crown will receive the same fate: decapitation. Any threat towards myself as king, or towards my fiancée and your future queen, will be dealt as such: just punishment as those rebels received today,” he calls, gaze harsh as he looks out over his kingdom. You spare a glance at him, clenching your teeth in an attempt to keep your face neutral and remain passive in this moment. He seems to enjoy this, and that fact only makes you more disgusted with him. He continues, “go now, and keep in mind the justice that has been dealt today. Any threat against me is a threat against the kingdom. Be warned.”

With those words, he’s swiftly turning around, grabbing your arm and leading you back through the doors and down the steps that lead back into the palace. You half stumble after him, and it’s not until you reach the centre of the courtyard that you’re able to rip your arm from his grasp.

“Unhand me,” you spit, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you.

“My apologies,” he gets out through gritted teeth, turning to stare you down. “I assumed the only way to handle you was by force considering you refused to listen to me today. Besides, having dealt with my brother, I was sure you’d be used to it by now.”

“Agust isn’t-“ seeing the way his eyebrow quirks has you stopping yourself before continuing, “I mean, Yoongi, has never forced himself on me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Suga sighs, shaking his head exasperatedly before walking off.

“Excuse me!” You call after him, rushing to catch up. “Then what exactly did you mean?”

“I’m sure my brother is not the gentlest of creatures when it comes to you,” he says, as if he’s stating the obvious. “Knowing my brother, he’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, so I’m sure he’s been short with you, and even rougher in his handlings of you.”

“I-“ you’re about to rebuttal when a frown crosses your features. In all the time you’ve know Agust, he has been a bit rough with you, especially at the beginning of your relationship with him. He’d always pull you around and keep a secure grip either on your wrist, hand, or even your waist. You remember the first few times he did so, he hurt you from it, which, thinking back on it, keeps you silent now, but not for long. “He’s never meant to hurt me. Unlike you.”

“I’ve already told you, I’m doing all of this for your own protection,” he sighs.

The two of you have reached the main throne room now, and you continue to follow behind him until he sits on his throne. You glare up at him while he stares down at you.

“You’re twisted if you think this is what protection entails,” you counter, head held high in defiance.

“Stubborn, just like him. I see more of what he sees in you every time we interact,” he chuckles, amused at your actions. “Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough how delusional my brother is. Why don’t you go explore the palace now, seeing as you’ll be living here for quite a while.”

With that, he snaps his fingers and Minha comes bustling into the room, bowing politely to both you and Suga. He instructs her to give you a tour around the grounds, and reluctantly, you let Minha guide you out of the throne room, but not before sending the nastiest glare you can muster over your shoulder at the king.

The tour with Minha takes a few hours, and by the time you’re done, you’ve discovered that the gardens and the library are your two favourite places you’ve seen so far. Minha insisted on telling you everything she knows about the palace, from construction, to little details of her life throughout the grounds. In fact, this surprises you, seeing as you thought she wouldn’t be educated about these sorts of things. So much so, that you asked her about how she knows so much. She tells you that as part of her staff training, as well as all other members of staff, the king insists to educate them all.

This fact surprises you, as you were lead to believe the king keeps all of his staff uneducated in order to trick them and rule over them easier. You certainly weren’t expecting Minha to be the one to tell you of how kind Suga can be at times. Well, part of you thinks it’s just because he probably told her to do so, but she seemed so genuine in her praise of him that you can’t be too sure. However, you do appreciate the fact that he educates his staff accordingly.

Over the course of the next three weeks, you learn many more things about the king through not only the staff, but through the king himself. Despite him getting people to practically stalk yours and Agust’s relationship, he was able to learn your favourite foods, flowers, and even favourite pastimes. He made sure that you had whatever you needed while you’re staying with him, though you always found some way to twist it around and let him know that just because he’s being nice to you now, doesn’t change who he is, nor how he behaved in the first twenty-four hours of you knowing him.

Since you’ve arrived, you’ve also continuously attempted to escape, but to no avail. Less so the past few days, as you’ve gotten a bit more comfortable around the palace, but you still don’t like the idea of being Suga’s fake wife and being held against your will. Though, every day, it’s getting harder for you to admit that it’s comfortable staying her.

Your favourite place to be in the palace is definitely the gardens, as you spend your days there reading and taking in the scenery. You love the smell of the flowers surrounding you, and you find you can have time to yourself, time to think.

The longer you spend away from Agust, the less attached to him you feel, and the more time you have to think over all of his actions. Suga is right in some ways, in the fact that Agust was very forceful with you since the beginning, and even now, you’re suspicious of certain traits Agust showed to you while you were together with him. Though, you’re still unsure of what it all means, or how you haven’t gone insane from it yourself.

About two and a half weeks ago, you were told by none other than the king himself that Yoongi tried to break into the palace to rescue you. Your hope of freedom skyrocketed at this, but was soon crushed after Suga told you that Yoongi escaped from the guards before getting very far. As far as you know, there hasn’t been another attempt, but there’s a part of you that feels like Agust is waiting for the perfect time to strike before rescuing you. You just hope it’s sooner, rather than later.

It’s early in the afternoon when you are called into the king’s presence in the throne room. Having been dressed into a ceremonial gown this morning, you figured such a calling to be coming today, but you still are reluctant to go, nevertheless. 

Entering the throne room, you see Suga in his usual spot sitting on his throne. You quirk a brow at him as he stands to greet you, something which he’s taken to doing more recently.

“How are you today?” He asks, as you stand to the left of his throne while he sits back down.

“Could be better,” you sigh, “being held against my will really takes a toll on my being.”

He chuckles, seeing as your response has become somewhat expected from you now, though he can tell there’s a teasing undertone to it. “Well, my apologies for interrupting whatever plans of sitting in the garden you had today. I needed you here to discuss some important matters, but also to act in your duty as my fake fiancée.”

“What do you need me to do?” You quirk a brow, looking down at him with your arms crossed. You’re not exactly happy about this, but you have nothing better to do, as he so bluntly put it.

“The guards are about to bring in a captured rebel, and I was hoping for your help in deciding what to do with him,” he replies.

“What, no execution?” You gasp, surprised. “I thought that’s what awaited all rebels, as per your not so subtle announcement a few weeks ago.”

“I figured another execution would be a bit much just for one captured rebel,” he says, looking out into the courtyard due to the doors being left open on such a nice day. “Besides, I figured I can show you that I’m really not as bad as I seem if I allow for you to agree upon a proper punishment with me.”

“What makes you think I’ll agree to any punishment for this rebel?” You ask, looking straight ahead.

“For starters, even if you’re to be fake queen, you need to be prepared to still help me make these decisions so outsiders don’t get suspicious,” he tells you, looking to you expectantly as he explains. “Two, I figured you’d be grateful I didn’t just decide to behead this rebel, for you might know them. And three, they are still a rebel and I still need to make an example out of them through punishment.”

“I don’t like this,” you murmur, a frown pulling at your features.

“You don’t have to,” comes his reply, gaze being drawn to the figures now moving towards the throne room from the courtyard. His eyebrow twitches as he recognizes one figure in particular.

“Besides, how am I meant to make a decision when you’re the only one who gets a seat,” you complain, rolling your eyes semi-teasingly.

“My goodness, where are my manners?” He chuckles, placing a hand on his chest in mock offence. “We’ll have to get you a throne of your own, since you will be my queen.”

“You sure are going to great lengths to solidify this ruse of yours,” you mumble, yet he chooses to ignore it.

“For now, you’re more than welcome to share my throne,” he smirks, looking up at you smugly as he watches your shocked reaction. “Hope you don’t mind.”

You manage to close your mouth in the next second instead of letting it hang open. Composing yourself, you tilt your chin up, “I think I will.”

Now, it’s his turn to be shocked as you move over to the open space left beside him on the throne. Luckily, it’s large enough for you to do this, but your dress is too big for you to sit comfortable. Deciding to see how far you can push him into annoyance, you swing your legs over his own, leaning back onto the armrest of the throne as you watch his eyes widen in surprise this time.

“Hope you don’t mind,” you repeat his words from only moments ago as you notice his mildly flustered expression. The tips of his ears start to turn red, and you can’t help but notice how he and his brother are similar in that way.

Within seconds, he’s composing himself, a smirk coming to rest on his features as he places his arms over your legs, “not at all.” You scoff, slapping his hands away as he chuckles, “I rather like this position.”

“Don’t be getting any ideas,” you retort, crossing your arms in front of your chest as his hands move back to grasping your legs.

“If anyone’s giving me ideas, it’s you,” he grins, flicking his brow in amusement. He leans forward to tease you more, inching his face closer to yours. “I had no idea you’d be this good at acting as my queen.”

“I’m not acting!” You immediately defend yourself, but then curse as you realize how that may have sounded, and judging from his amused expression, he understood. “That’s not what I meant!”

“I’m sure it’s not,” his grin only widens as he notices the guards bringing the captured rebel into the room, of which you’ve yet to notice. “Want to practice unifying our vows, too?”

You let out a gasp as he wiggles his brows suggestively, but before you can respond, an all too familiar voice pulls you out of your thoughts as your protests die in your throat.

“(Y/n)?” Agust’s broken voice reaches your ears, causing you to whip your head in his direction to see him forced to his knees on the floor below the throne.

“Agust?” Your heart sinks in your chest as you throw Suga’s hands off of you in order to stand up and rush over to him. However, before you can take a step forward, you feel arms around your waist holding you in place.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Yoongi growls, struggling to be free of his bonds, which only earns him a hit on the back of the head from one of the guards. He lets out a grunt.

“It’s nice to see you, too, brother,” Suga hums, and being able to feel his breath on your neck sends a shiver down your spine in disgust.

“What have you done?” Yoongi seethes through his teeth, glaring Suga down from where he’s kneeling on the floor.

“Me? I’ve done nothing,” Suga says, feigning innocence as he moves to stand beside you with his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“Agust, please, I-“ before you can say anything, you’re cut off.

“Still calling him that, huh? I thought I told you that’s not his name,” Suga tuts, and you see Yoongi’s eyes flash maliciously at his brother.

“You lie,” he spits, struggling once more in his bonds.

“On the contrary, brother,” Suga hums, clearly amused at the turmoil you show on your face. “You were the liar this time around. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

With that, Suga turns his gaze to you as Agust looks at you almost pleadingly.

“Why did you lie to me about your name, Yoongi?” Your voice comes out small, as if you’ve just revealed a secret you shouldn’t have.

“I was going to tell you, I swear on my life,” he begins, eyes full of sorrow as he looks at your dejected expression. “I hate that name so much, and I never want to associate with it, that’s why I never told you before.”

“Bullshit!” His brother spits, eyes narrow as he stares Yoongi down. “What else have you lied about to her, huh? Not only did you lie about your name, but about me as well! You know, she had no idea that you had a brother, let alone a twin who was king when she arrived here-“

“You mean when you kidnapped her!” Yoongi interjects angrily, receiving another hit on the back of his head.

“When I saved her from you,” Suga corrects. “How many lies have you fed her, Yoongi? About me? About us? About you?” He scoffs, “hell, you even made her believe you loved her, poor thing.”

“I do love her,” Yoongi’s voice is low, like an oncoming storm as he looks up at Suga from under his fringe that now hangs over his eyes.

“Oh, come now, brother,” Suga jests, tightening his arm’s hold around your waist as you stand there, stunned. “We both know you don’t have the capacity to love anyone but yourself. How long were you planning on stringing her along for?”

“No,” Yoongi growls, not wanting to hear his brother talk about this any longer, especially when it concerns you.

“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll take care of her now since it’s clear to me that you’re incapable of doing so,” Suga says, voice tauntingly hanging in the air. “I mean, look how easily she fits into the role of my queen.”

“How dare you,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth.

“I mean, maybe if you were honest with her, she would have been more loyal to you,” Suga hums, mocking pity.

“Yoongi, that’s not true, I still love-“

“Shut up,” Yoongi spits, cutting you off before you can say much more. The words of his brother are clearly affecting him, and seeing you wrapped in his brother’s arms is driving Yoongi insane.

“Yoongi-“ your expression drops as you watch the man you’re in love with shake with rage below you.

“Don’t call me that, you bitch,” he glares at you, and you’re taken aback at how his anger is now directed towards you. His emotions are running wild at the moment, his brother’s words affecting him more than he’d like to admit, and giving him the idea that you were never really on his side to begin with. “Three weeks alone and you’d willingly open your legs to the first male that shows you any attention, and to my bastard of a brother, no less.”

“No, Agust, you don’t understand-“ you attempt to defend yourself, caught off guard by his vicious words being directed towards you instead of his brother.

“I knew you were a loose end when you went and got yourself fucking kidnapped during the ambush,” his words are venom, piercing your heart with every syllable. “I bet you were on his fucking side this whole time, you traitorous whore.”

“Agust, please-“ tears dot your vision as he turns his hatred to you, assuming the worst. It’s as if he never knew you at all.

“I have no use for you anymore,” he turns his head away from you to avoid seeing the heartbroken look on your face. “You’re dead to me.”

You barely register Suga’s arm slipping from your waist, nor the way your body sways slightly down the steps leading down to where Yoongi is kneeling. Only once you stand before him, and he turns his gaze to lock with yours do you realize you’ve moved.

Seeing your heartbroken look on your features causes him to bite his lip, steeling his own emotions in order to face you. Nothing good he has can last, his brother always has to ruin it for him, and now, Suga’s taken you away from him. However, were you ever his to begin with?

“I gave up everything for you, so that everything I did could be for you,” you manage to choke out as a single tear escapes down your cheek. “I’m sorry that you can’t see that.”

Turning away from him as more tears escape your eyes, you make your exit out of the throne room, not being able to bear staying in there any longer. It’s clear to you that Agust cares little for you, or what you’ve been through, so why should you care for him any more?

With each step you take away from him, your heart cracks more and more, his harsh words echoing around your head. This is all too much for you to handle right now, and combined with your thoughts about Suga probably knowing the captured rebel was Agust, your head is spinning. He planned this, or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Meanwhile, the two of them watch your retreating figure for as long as they can until you disappear out of sight. Yoongi looks down at the floor as Suga lets out a low whistle.

“You really blew it this time, brother,” he tuts, shaking his head.

“Is this all a fucking game to you?” Yoongi spits, turning his glare once more to the man standing before him.

“No, but you seem to be playing it poorly,” Suga smirks. “You really do have a habit of hurting those which you love most, don’t you? To think, she would have done anything for you all but two minutes ago.”

“You turned her against me!” Yoongi yells.

“I did no such thing,” Suga counters, quirking a brow down at his brother. “If anything, you’ve just killed her love for you.”

“You planned this!”

“I did no such thing. Contrary to popular belief, I own up to my mistakes instead of pushing the blame onto someone else,” Suga says, moving to sit back on his throne. “Now, onto business. Seeing as my queen is no longer here to help me make this decision, I will have to act on both our behalves. To think I was going to let you live, too,” he sighs, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “However, given the circumstances, I think I will go through with my original plan and execute you for your treacherous acts against the crown and this kingdom. One week from now, your head will roll.”

With a wave of his hand, the guards are dragging Yoongi out of the throne room despite his protests. A malicious smile rests on Suga’s features, which is the last thing Yoongi sees before being dragged out of the room. Neither can believe what has just happened just now.

Back in your room, you continuously sob into your pillow. The man you thought you knew, and who you thought knew you as well, has just broken your heart. Never, in your wildest dreams, could you have ever imagined Agust capable of spitting such harsh words at you. Maybe Suga was right, maybe you really didn’t know him at all, and maybe, just maybe, he never really loved you.

Minha came to check on you about an hour ago, but you sent her away, not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment. You feel a bit bad for snapping at her, though, but she assured you before she left that she understands it wasn’t intentional.

Two hours later, as you’re silently staring at the wall in front of you and feeling numb, you hear a soft knock on the door to your room. You say nothing, yet you still hear the sound of the door sliding open and someone entering your room before closing the door once more behind them. You’ve also noticed how the sun has started to set, and the candles starting to be lit around the palace. Maybe it’s been more than two hours, as time seems to pass unknowingly for you at the moment.

The striking of a match can be heard as said person moves around the room lighting the lanterns. You remain quiet as you continue to stare at the wall, not bothering to see who it is that’s entered your room.

“I brought you some food,” Suga’s voice sounds off to your side, a plate being placed beside you as you hear him sit down.

“If you’ve come to gloat, I’m not in the mood,” you sigh, turning to see your favourite food on the plate beside you.

“I wouldn’t think of it at a time like this,” comes his response. “I’ve come to apologize on behalf of my brother, and clean up his mess once again.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you say, voice small as you stare intently at the food on the plate.

“I want you to know that I truly am sorry for my brother and how he’s hurt you,” he goes on to say. “You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you,” you huff, crossing your arms in the next moment as you turn your back to him fully. “I suppose you’re about to say ‘I told you so’ and ‘how could you be so foolish’ next, right?”

“I know my brother to be deceiving, but that doesn’t mean the pain hurts any less when it happens to others,” he says, voice soft as if to coax you to turn around and face him.

“I just can’t believe he would say that, to me! I thought- well, I don’t know what I thought, I just don’t know what to think anymore,” you sigh, tears dotting your vision once more. “Did he ever even care for me?”

“I’m afraid you won’t like my answer,” Suga states, and the tears you had managed to get under control reappear.

“Fuck,” you mutter, wiping at your eyes. “I hate this.”

“I’m sorry. I truly am,” he places a gentle hand on your back in comfort. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up at the moment?”

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly.

“Well, is there anything you’ve always wanted to do before that you couldn’t?” He asks, and an idea pops into your mind.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to fight,” his eyes widen slightly in surprise at your statement. “Maybe wield a sword.”

“We can do that,” he nods, and you finally turn to meet his gaze.

“Really?” You perk up, hope shining in your eyes.

“I mean, I am skilled with a blade, so who better to teach you than your husband-to-be?” He smiles at you, and for once, it’s a genuine smile of comfort, not sarcastic in any way.

“You really mean that? You’ll teach me?” You ask, lips twitching upwards at the corners at the thought of learning what you’ve always wanted to learn.

“Of course,” he replies with a nod. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“He never wanted me to learn,” you grumble, eyes downcast as you think about Agust once more, your heart clenching in pain in your chest.

“Well, I’m not him, so don’t worry your pretty little head,” he says, standing up from his position as he pats the top of your hair comfortingly. “Get some rest and make sure to eat that. We can start your training tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you shoot him a small smile, to which he responds with his own.

Bidding you a goodnight, he exits your room, closing the door gently behind him. 

You let out a small sigh once you’re alone again. Drying your tears, you pick up the plate of food and begin eating. Maybe you should have had more faith in Suga from the beginning, for he doesn’t seem like such a bad guy once you get to know him. He is king, so just like he said, he does have rules he has to follow, yet he’s consistently proven you wrong in most assumptions you had of him. Maybe, you were wrong about him.

Soon after you finish eating, you quickly get yourself ready for bed and do your best to sleep. Your thoughts wander the entire evening over what has transpired today, as well as everything leading up to this moment. 

You most certainly are heartbroken over Agust, and you know it’ll take some time to get over him. However, you know you need to let him go, for the way he treated you today was evidence enough to you that he never truly cared for you. You don’t need him anymore, and living out the rest of your days as a fake queen doesn’t seem so bad considering everything you’ve experienced at the palace so far. At least you have a friend in Minha, or at least, you think you do.

The next day rolls around and even though you’re still quite upset about everything going on, you’re looking forward to your first sword lesson tonight. You remind yourself to ask Suga about what will happen to Yoongi now, too, but you figure you should only ask when you’re ready or he brings it up himself.

Before you know it, the evening rolls around and you’re back in the throne room with Suga, who is going over the basics with you. He instructs you on how to properly hold a sword, about its balance, and even some basic stances to start. To say you enjoy this time would be an understatement.

For the next five days, the two of you continue to meet in the evenings for sword training, and you can happily say you’ve learnt so much already. Suga’s currently teaching you how to block properly, but you’ve both decided to take a small break.

“You’re doing very well, I’m impressed,” he compliments you, and you look away, slightly bashful.

“Thank you,” you reply, a shy smile pulling at your lips. “I never understood why Agust- sorry, Yoongi never let me learn how to wield a sword.”

“You’re used to calling him that, so it’s fine,” he replies. “I think I know why, but you won’t like my answer.”

“Please, tell me,” you meet his gaze, letting him know to continue.

He lets out a sigh, “it’s easier for him to control you if you don’t know how to fight back against him.”

“He was worried I would use my knowledge of fighting against him?” You question, brow furrowed in confusion.

“The easiest way to control people is if you have power over them, and by keeping you unarmed he could bend you to his will without worrying about you fighting back,” he explains, and something clicks in your mind.

“That makes sense,” you nod, “he would always joke about keeping me locked up for my own protection, so I guess if I didn’t know how to fight him I wouldn’t be able to escape him. Both physically and figuratively.”

“Exactly,” he confirms. “My brother loves control, and when he doesn’t get his way, he acts out and hurts those that are closest to him. How do you think I got this scar?”

He points to his right eye, lip twitching upwards sadly.

You frown, “what happened?”

“It was when we were younger, I don’t exactly remember how old I was,” he shakes his head slightly, as if willing the images he’s about to share to go away. “I just remember waking up in the middle of the night to him on top of me holding a knife in his hand. The pain as he slowly started dragging the blade down my face was like nothing I had ever felt before, and he seemed to want to draw it out for as long as possible. He had gagged me so I couldn’t scream, but luckily a guard was walking by outside my room and heard the commotion going on inside and managed to get him off of me before my vision could become impaired.”

“That’s awful,” you gasp, hands coming up to cover your mouth. You never thought Agust would be capable of something like that, but then again, you still don’t know if you ever really knew him as well as you thought you did.

“My parents were furious and sent him away after that,” he continues. “He kept spitting nonsense about me and they couldn’t take it anymore; too many times acting out.”

“I’m so sorry that happened,” you say, watching as he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

“Ever since then, he’s always plotted to kill me, and now that I’m king, it’s transpired into spreading false rumours about me and propaganda against me to get anyone to join his cause,” he tells you, and you shake your head. To think that only a month ago you had bought into Yoongi’s lies. “Luckily, I won’t have to deal with him for much longer.”

The words escape you more panicked than you intend, “what do you mean?”

“He’s to be executed tomorrow at dusk,” Suga replies, and your breath hitches.

“Maybe,” you take a shaky breath, “maybe it’s for the best.”

You don’t know if your words are meant more for your own comfort, or for his at this point.

“I hope so,” he sighs. “Having to execute your own blood is never easy.”

“I can only imagine,” you say, staring off into the distance.

A moment of silence passes over the two of you before he’s speaking once more.

“Why don’t we call in a night, it’s been a long day,” he suggests, to which you nod in agreement. “Regarding tomorrow, I don’t expect you to like it, but I want you to be there.”

“I-“ you swallow the lump that’s in your throat, “I understand.”

Without another word, you’re heading back to your room for the evening, thinking over everything that you’ve learnt tonight. You never thought you’d quietly stand by while Agust got executed, yet here you are. Yes, you are hurt, but this will all be for the best. By this time tomorrow, it will all be over.

The next day drags on, a feeling of dread following you everywhere you go. Even the garden offers you no solace this day as you wait for it to be time for Yoongi’s execution. You can still hardly believe this is happening, and you wouldn’t say you’re okay with this, but you also aren’t going to put a stop to it either.

Suga tells you that the execution will take place in the main courtyard this evening, and that he’ll meet you outside the entrance to the throne room when it’s time. You haven’t seen him since dinner, and you’re a little worried, anxiety clawing at your insides. You’ve barely stopped pacing in your spot since the sun started setting.

Meanwhile, Suga smirks down at his brother from his perched position above the separate small courtyard at the side of the palace. Currently, Yoongi is bound and blindfolded, standing in the centre of six pillars of fire which light the area as it grows darker. He can tell his brother is anxious, and the longer he stews in his own inner turmoil, the larger Suga’s smirk gets.

“I know you’re there, brother,” Yoongi sneers, scowl present on his lips. “No point in boasting your victory to me now.”

“On the contrary,” Suga replies, slowly making his way down onto the main level to face his brother. “I’ve finally got you right where I want you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, if I were you,” now it’s Yoongi’s turn to smirk.

“Says the one who’s bound and blindfolded surrounded by fire,” Suga huffs in disbelief. “It’s a shame, really, that it’s come to this. I never wanted to get that poor girl involved.”

“Fuck you,” Yoongi spits. “You took her away from me just like you’ve taken everything else.”

“I never did anything to her, brother, yet you were so quick to push her away from you,” Suga tuts. “A shame, really. Such loyalty is hard to come by nowadays.”

“What did you do to her?” Yoongi frowns, turning his head in the direction he believes his brother to be standing in.

“Me?” Suga laughs. “I didn’t do anything, but you? You, on the other hand, broke her heart.”

“She never loved me,” Yoongi is quick to respond.

“Are you so sure about that?” Suga chuckles, moving over to rip the blindfold off of his brother in order to see his full reactions now.

“You poisoned her against me,” Yoongi’s voice drips with malice, eyes narrow as he stares his brother down.

“I did no such thing,” Suga responds, grin pulling at his lips as he stalks around his brother like a predator. “You’re the one who accused her of betraying you. What were the words you used again? Oh, yes, ‘traitorous whore.’ I believe those were the exact words you used. I can feel the love.”

“I did love her,” he glares at Suga, jaw clenched in anger.

“I’m sure you did,” Suga replies, sceptically. “At least she’ll be happy with me now.”

“You bastard,” Yoongi fumes.

“Though, I don’t understand why you never taught her how to use a sword,” Suga prods, knowing the topic of you upsets his brother greatly. “She’s very skilled. A natural if I do say so myself.”

“You didn’t-”

“Oh, but I did,” Suga grins maniacally. “Tell me, were you so afraid of her leaving you? Of her fighting against you once she found out the truth about you that you didn’t want to give her a means to protect herself? Were you so keen on keeping her locked away with no means of fighting you to escape? And you call me the sadistic one.”

“You know nothing,” Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “I only did what I thought was best for her.”

“And look where that’s gotten you,” Suga quirks a brow, smirk ever present on his features.

“I swear to god if you hurt her in any way-“

“You’ll what? Kill me?” Suga chuckles. “How can I hurt her any more than you already have?”

Yoongi can only scowl in response as Suga moves to retie the blindfold over his eyes. Once the piece of fabric is secure, Suga moves off to meet you in front of the throne room. Before he leaves, he turns to look at his brother one last time from over his shoulder, noticing the guards have already grabbed Yoongi in preparation to lead him to his death.

“One final thing brother,” Suga says, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I win.”

Yoongi begins thrashing in the guard’s holds, spewing insults at his brother even after he can no longer hear Suga. He swears his brother will pay for everything that’s happened, and he doesn’t care if he has to beg, but he’ll get you back one way of another.

Meanwhile, you’ve been standing nervously in your spot just outside the throne room on the stairs for the past thirty minutes. All of the lanterns and fires have been lit and the executioner is already in his spot with the box for Yoongi’s head set up in preparation of the events to come. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, and when you hear a chuckle come from behind you, you cannot help but jump sightly.

“Nervous?” Suga asks, coming to stand beside you in his official spot for the evening.

“I still don’t know how to feel about this,” you reply honestly.

“That’s fair,” he nods. “You dedicated your life to this traitor only for him to hurt you like this.”

“His hate runs deeper for you than anything I’ve ever known,” you say.

“He is blinded by hate,” Suga agrees, “and a danger to you, me, and our kingdom.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” your voice shakes as you say these words, blood rushing through your ears.

In the next moment, Suga motions with his hand, and you can see Yoongi being lead out by two guards to the execution area that’s been set up. You notice he’s blindfolded and your heart pangs in your chest watching him struggle as they force him down on the ground.

Nothing is said as Suga nods to the executioner. The executioner nods back and raises his blade, preparing to strike. You find you can hardly watch, the pain in your chest becoming unbearable as you see the blade come down on the man you once loved.

Except, instead of cutting off his head, the executioner frees Yoongi from his bonds, moving to attack the two guards behind him in the next second. You watch in shock as Yoongi begins laughing, removing his blindfold as the two guards drop dead behind him.

A gasp escapes your lips as Yoongi pulls a gun out of the box where his decapitated head was supposed to go, his shoulders shaking as he continues to laugh, a maniacal grin pulling on his features.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day to come?” He calls, taking a step forward as he aims the gun right at Suga who is standing right beside you. “Long live the king.”

Your body moves before your brain can register what you’re doing as the gunshot sounds. You feel the impact before the pain, falling to the ground as the breath is stolen from your lungs.

“No!” You hear someone scream, as well as footsteps running towards you.

You can feel someone applying pressure to your wound, but your vision is too blurry at this point to make anything out. Tears line your eyes and fall freely down your face as you realize what this means. You’re dying, and you don’t know if you’ll survive.

“You fucking idiot,” Suga hisses as Yoongi pushes him out of the way.

“No, no, no, no,” Yoongi chokes on a sob, “that wasn’t meant for you. That bullet wasn’t meant for you.”

“Way to go, brother, you’ve taken hurting the things you love to a whole new level,” Suga spits, pushing Yoongi out of the way to apply pressure onto your wound once more. “Great aim.”

“There was only one bullet, and it was meant for you,” Yoongi fumes, tears in his eyes as he glares at his brother.

“I figured as much,” Suga rolls his eyes. “Now you’ve gone and killed her instead.”

“No, she can’t die,” Yoongi shakes his head, eyes narrowed at his brother.

“At least one thing we can agree on,” Suga sighs. “Stay here and apply pressure while I get the doctor.”

“No, I’ll get the doctor,” Yoongi frowns.

“You’ve done enough,” Suga hisses. “For once, put someone else’s needs in front of your own.”

“I can’t live without her,” he practically pleads, and Suga is almost taken aback at how much his brother actually cares about you.

They stare at each other for a moment until you coughing pulls them back into reality. The last thing you remember is Yoongi’s tearful face hovering over your own as he applies pressure to your wound, while Suga runs off to grab the doctor. 

Tears escape your eyes, as you attempt to find the strength to stay awake, and the last thing you see is Yoongi telling you he loves you before your world goes black.

[sixcastappreciation]

sixcago gave me my gay rights

alternative title: review of the evening sixcago show on july third

this is like almost 4k and its mostly just rambling but i need to express how much i love sixcago

like at least half of this is just me being gay so i bolded some of the things that i found really interesting and isnt just me like, freaking out

so to start off: holy shit. the energy of the entire show was amazing, it was really funny and fun and the acting/dancing/singing was on point like i cant think of a single complaint on the part of any of them.

so to get into the actual show

ex wives

when the curtain came up and the smoke started pouring out i actually felt my soul leave my body it was such a good moment

less than thirty seconds in brittney mack made eye contact with me and i swear to god my heart stopped and i honestly had trouble focusing on the rest of the song

i am not exaggerating that is the whole truth and nothing but the truth

shes............. literally so good im still shaking as i write this like three hours later

the third repetition of the rhyme where they all sound kinda pissed off? they nailed that

adrianna was so cute when she said “you wont try that again”

andrea holy shit. thats really a wrap on that

abby got that like, kinda head in the clouds thing that i feel like is janes Brand during this part

when he saw my portrait he was like JaaAAaaa

i love brittney mack

courtney knew what she was doing with that prick line. get it girl

anna has the most angelic voice i swear to god

the six of them work really well together on stage???? like i know its all choreo and stuff but you could Feel the energy that they had together it was good

oh man the choreo for the end. im so gay

intro thingy:

adrianna with that riff!!!!! we stan

annas face after “herstory” was iconic. she knew what she had done wrong

you couldnt hear the intro for maggie bc people were cheering so loud

the way adrianna says maria made me gay

abby also knows what she had to say. she knows how cursed janes sense of humor is and she was really playing it up

protestent............ protestant

“we’ll tell you what you want what you really really want” this made me laugh so hard i dont rly remember the next like thirty seconds because i was dying

“the biggest.... the firmest......... the fullest..............” im. i cant

no way

“maria” AGAIN adrianna please. please i cant handle it

“OH muy bien aHHah” not to be Lesbian On Main but fuck this was so cute

her emotion during the monologue was SO funny

it was peak, it was so good

she really gets it. i dont totally know what it is but this aragon monologue gets it

when she said “really trying” she did like, a motion. i cant go into more detail but Fuck

so after “move me into a convent” everyone like, gathered around aragon and adrianna did a

well idk what youd call it but a like

her entire torso swung around in a huge circle right before “i dont think i’d look that good in a wimple”

and idk what it was but that part just made me Lose It

adrianna had this way of making it all a little funnier?

like catherine is usually pretty Serious, i think but it felt like adrianna knew she was playing a character who was Like That, if you will, and was kinda leaning into breaking the fourth wall a little

i can probably elaborate if that doesnt make sense

you say its a pity cos quoting leviticus ill end up kiddiless all my life

she said that with such conviction goddamn

oh, he doesnt remember

this was so good

the “sh-”s were really funny

the fucking. i dont know what it is but the *ting*

holy shit

i cant put into words

how much i loved that part

the pause after “i’ll go” was............ expansive

i just checked it was 10 whole seconds

that doesnt sound long but it felt like forever

she went high on “end of my life” and thank u for mine adrianna hicks

the amount of no’s was impressive and im heart eyes for it

adrianna just had really good stage presence

like i caught myself looking at her during the dance breaks of all the songs when i wasnt looking at brittney

it was just so fun to watch her go!

dluh

during the intro of like “yeah, you know, the really important one” andrea was doing some Dumb Shit in the background

like i dont know exactly what it was but she was just like

idk like noodling around in the back

and i caught her eye and she like, smiled a little

the gasps the rest of them did were....... cute

then andrea busted out a full on fucking witches cackle

then she stuck her tongue out and looked like she was taking a selfie and it was so cute

like, her tongue was OUT

“not my thing” had the BIGGEST uwu energy of anything ive ever heard

i thought people were kidding when they said andrea boleyn had uwu energy

they were not

pret a manger barely came across as a real line it was more like, an experience

the sorry not sorry choreo. its so funny and cute and simultaneously cursed

the way andrea delivered her lines here was just

it was like, cutesy and fun but also kind of cursed

uwu

when she said “are you blind” andrea like, gestured to herself, in a like “look how hot i am” kinda way

which might be the standard? either way it made me laugh a lot

don’t be bitter/cos im fitter was the only line in the entire production said with a british accent and it fucking slayed me on sight one hit ko

i actually like that they changed “mate, what was i meant to do” to “wait, what was i meant to do” because

it implies that anne had no other train of thought than the one she was on and thats very funny to me

i think it fits w andreas portrayal too

everyone was like, fake crying when anne fake walked down the aisle and it was really funny imo

and as soon as she got to the end anne like, turned, yk?

bro just shut up

the entire audience gasped after that

andrea had actual like, panic on her face

then she led into “i guess he just really liked my head”

and there was a beat after that, where everyone laughed

it was long enough that everyone got the joke

then she mimed the blow job

her riff on “hell”? iconic

“wait, didnt you actually die” no jane she was beheaded but she was fine

abby seymour said dumbass rights she has the Dumbest Bitch energy god

“catherine of aragon had tragically died” catch adrianna looking like, yeah it was so sad for me, how terrible, right?

then boleyn goes off

the. fury, passion, anger, zest, contained in andreas “MASSIVE-”

“over my dead body” andrea gave her this look like, youre damn right it will be

heart of stone

oof

okay so the monologue

oof

“i was lucky. okay, i was really lucky” o o f

“edwina” is still cursed tho

i dont know what it was about this. i dont know if it was abby, or the dialogue, or just it being live but

this made it clear that jane had been Through It

like, this monologue came across (to me at least) as unquestionably a “woman who was abused trying to justify it to herself” kind of situation

“and that’s not because i was scared,” she said, wearing an absolutely terrified expression

this is where she started tearing up i think

okay i gotta take a moment here because

abby was fully crying before the song even started

like somewhere about halfway through her monologue she started tearing up

i was looking for it specifically

i wrote this before the last part so see above

so by the first fucking like of hos you could hear her voice breaking

holy shit ms meuller what the fuck

im not kidding who gave her the right

at the stagedoor she said that after this she was like, “well thats it for my makeup” when someone complimented her song

she is crying. the first chorus and she is actively crying. in the breaks between her lyrics you can hear her crying

abby went high on a couple of notes in here

she riffed on “truthfully” and it was, wow

she didnt go for the whistle tones which was, honestly? the most relatable thing in this entire show

but a couple of the other notes she went high on and they were so killer

there was a second or two of pause after the end where everyone just, absorbed things before the applause

i have some questions for abby about this actually because i dont know if its just because the monologue was different than im used to but

i just want to know if abby meant to have everything come off like That but god

the mental gymnastics jane is doing here are so intense

this performance genuinely changed how i listen to hos forever

i dont think i can ever peacefully listen to this song again

this song gave me so many layered emotions thank u abby mueller

haus of holbein

hans................................. *holbein*

the chaos

i honestly barely remember most of it it was

i had no idea who to be looking at

but i remember it being beautiful

i dont have the words to express how

fucking funny it was

the accents were hilarious

like they werent great german accents, but that made it far better

they were leaning into the ridiculousness of it all

the way abby said “but we cannot guarantee that you’ll still walk at forty” had me on the ground

ive spent the last 24 hrs trying to figure out exactly why it was so funny and i think i got it

she dropped the german accent

and she straight up sounded like she was reading off the side effects of a pharmaceutical ad on tv

the freeze frame? legendary

anna and courtney (im pretty sure?) managed to look so genuinely offended that henry swiped left on them

your highness your highness your highness

god adrianna please

actually every h sound that came out of their mouths

but adrianna Got It

get down

oh god i gotta talk about “didnt live up to his expectations”

brittney like, half took off her jacket and gestured to her body and like, body rolled a bit and honestly? i was fucking dead

the sarcasm really jumped out here. brittney went off in the best way possible

she was fully fake sobbing right before “tragic”

fucking legend

brING me some pheasant!

the woof line is always a good moment but their facial expressions really made it work here

this song has the most outwardly complex choreo (ofc i cant speak to its actual difficulty) and every single one of them crushed it

brittney made eye contact w me again on “looking cute” and im deceased

oh god after “take my fur” she whispered “thank you. honestly” and gestured to herself again and like, i was dying

iirc brittney was like, skipping across the stage or something on “i look more rad” and snapped into position for “lutheranism”

we gotta take a moment to appreciate the operatic talent of that one “get down you dirty rascal” instead of the slo mo

like, ofc the slo mo is a good moment but

brittney went full opera and it was,

wow

shes got a voice on her holy shit

so much talent in such a tiny body

aCHYEAH

she picked the person sitting next to me to dance w her and

they did their cute little dance thing and then brittney gestured like, go sit down, and the person did, then stood back up and started dancing again

not like, in a bad way i dont think

it was super fuckin funny and after the song brittney was like “oh that was cute you think youre funny”

but i heard them talking at the stagedoor and like, brittney was chill it wasnt like a violation of anything

im not explaining it very well but it was really funny in person

everything about her on stage was just, so enrapturing

i dont have too many specific notes about this song because it would probably turn into just, me being gay, which is enough of this already

anyway! get down was good brittney mack is a stellar cleves

her fake crying is next level tho

the confrontation

boleyn, unprompted: i lost my head!

the beheaded cousins high fived after “nice neck” and like, stuck out their necks a bit it was so funny

seymours “i died”

we all know abby is gonna kill her line delivery

but GOD

and then after, she like, realized what she had said and struck a pose like, shit please still think im regal

the line itself was actually pretty, uhhhh, sad

theres something about boleyn roasting khoward in andreas voice

courtney with that “and your songs” had perfect timing

also “when will justice be SERVED” had such good punch to it

after she did that she like

rubbed her hand on janes face

and abby looked SO offended

theres something so, sincere about courtneys delivery of her roasts that i hadnt been getting and its SO much funnier to me

i forget exactly where but at some point boleyn aragon and howard were arguing

and in the background it really looked like seymour and cleves were having a normal conversation and i lost it like. they were just chattin

there were a couple moments of like, cleves and seymour interacting and it was interesting

aywd

courtney! mack! took! no! prisoners!

jesus christ

okay so i dont know if other howards do this or if it was just because i was seeing it live and up close and that made the difference but

for me the most compelling part of this howard was the fear

like yes there was the sadness/anger/etc like there was good emotion but

from the “he says we have a connection” re: henry, and then on, everything about courtneys body language just screamed that she was afraid

idk i might expand on this in a separate post because its a darker topic but yeah. holy shit that was emotional

not a single person clapped after the last line. they all waited until after “yeah, and then i was beheaded” before clapping

like the theater was dead silent. DEAD silent

it was like, so haunting because it was just courtney on stage at that point, with just the white spotlight on her, it was a Moment

im not sure i have the heart right now to get too deep into this

if it would be particularly interesting to anyone feel free to ask, im happy to get more into it but idk its just Emotional

actually this is already so long ima go for it

so on each “we have a connection” it was uhhhh parr and aragon (i think) who each put a hand on like, her clavicle

and for the first two verses she grabbed one of the hands and was like, flirty? ig

but on the one about henry seymour also put a hand around her waist and she like

she freaked out

and listening back to the audio i can

unpopular opinion perhaps but the actual emotion of her on stage didnt come thru in the audio

because it was so physical

like you could see how scared she was

which made it more relateable to me honestly

like she looked so so scared

it was heartbreaking

the confrontation part ii

oh BOOH OO MISTERESSES

“okay catherine, babes” is CUTE fight me

anna looked like, progressively more concerned as that beat went on, and then she just kinda like, deflated? it was really funny tbh

idk her parr feels Different than the parr im used to

during “oh im catherine parr i draw the line in arbitrary places” courtney was playing with her hair it was hashtag cute

BACKING VOCALS RIP CATHY PARR

idnyl

a cute little b flat major 7

yeah anna parr seems

hmm

she seems like she’s just, over henry

like from the start she just has no time for him

idk im Conceptualizing

anna uzele is

her voice is next level

she put survived in the “got married to the king became the one who survived” in air quotes which i think is an interesting note

anna got really physically into the “remember that...” bit of it and everyone in the back was also having a good time with it it was Good

andrea. she stuck her pointer finger between two of her other fingers on her other hand for the “my sixth finger” line and it was SO funny

khoward keeping aragon in line was

not the hot take i was expecting but nevertheless the one we deserved

both for “dissolution of the monasteries” and “well actually”

idk it was a cute character moment

one of *unsure, disgusted, vaguely annoyed* siiiIIIiix

abby was right in front of me and she looked SO uncomf

yeah, i read

iconique

andrea like, threw her head back for this line

the pause after “theres not much we can do about it now” is

painfully long and so so so funny

i was only really looking at brittney but she was like, arms down head up no body language it was SO funny

also her “yeah?” ended my life

she raised the mic up to her mouth while not moving an inch of the rest of her body

the part where they get all meta. has me dead

it was about halfway through this second part that i realized cleves had her coat back. i dont know when that happened. if anyone else knows when exactly anna of cleves gets her coat back after it gets taken off in get down please tell me. i genuinely want to know

this actually distracted me

i got vibes that they genuinely hated henry during this part

first off, mood

secondly, good

annas riffing. god.

she is so talented

dsfjksdf they all straight up left

six

the opening moment is really sweet and kinda funny

abby again killing it with janes cursed lines

courtney howard is actually so cute

when shes not being heartbreakingly sad that is

like her “bye!” was so cute

theyre all so supportive of each other its very cute

megasix

adrianna and abby both looked into my camera and like, i died

at the end anna and brittney were doing some dumb shit as they walked off stage and it was SO cute

after the show

i went to the stagedoor and it was a really fun experience! ive never done that before

it seemed like everyone was being pretty respectful and stuff, thank u six fans for being sane

i got four signatures on my program dklfjsldfjds

abby was such a sweetheart, we actually talked a tiny bit

i told her i loved her line delivery (because uhhhhhh i do) and she said that she tries to get in that comedic timing when she has Those Lines and like yeah

she was seriously the nicest

the ladies in waiting came out as well and everyone cheered for them and lets be real they DESERVE it

lemme sidebar here actually and talk about the ladies in waiting because

they killed it

bessie on the bass was living her best life at literally all times

brittney was also super sweet! i told her she had good energy (because uhhhhhh she does) and she was very nice about it!!!

i didnt really talk to anna or andrea but i got their signatures!

also speaking of my program im still losing my mind over “remembered for: headlessness” and “remembered for: staying alive”

thank u sixcago program

in conclusion! this was such a great+special experience!!! all of the actors were incredible, it was so wonderful

im also not claiming any of this stuff was unique to this performance or to sixcago in general this was just the stuff i noticed as i was watching it. if you clown on this post ill end u