《THE CURSED KING // TAEKOOK ✔️》31💦
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Namjoon blinks, the mark is still there. Tears he couldn't control start rolling down his cheeks
"Joonie what's wrong"? Namjoon breaks down, letting out quite sobs, making everyone inside the room confuse. " P-please what's wrong?" He noticed Jin was about crying too
Namjoon couldn't even speak, he points to the child, Jin looks at the child then back at him with squeezed brows
"He's Jungkook's" he managed to say in between sobs. "He has- " He moved towards the child and point to his right hand. "The king has this too at same spot on his right hand"
"That's-"
The king has a birth mark on his right hand, the birth mark is shape like a spindle tree.
The room was quite then another quite sob echo in the quite clinic room. "My brother didn't lie" Jin stated smiling. "My brother didn't lie"
Namjoon let out a loud laugh bringing the omega into a tight hug and lifting him up.
"Keep it down both of you" one of one the nurse scolds smiling.
"Will you still take him for the final test?"
"I think this is enough proof, still the king needs to see his son, he will make the final decision"
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The crowd was still singing and dancing, the people that were at the clinic had moved to join the others, it was choas but Jungkook loves it.
Immediately the carriage everyone knows was bringing the child came in to view, everyone goes quite.
Jungkook looks up expectant, litreally holding his breath. Namjoon came down holding a child properly wrapped with a blue blanket.
He was crying, Namjoon was crying.
Jungkook eyes moves to the child Namjoon was holding.
He moved towards them, hands shaking uncontrollably
"He is your son your highness" Namjoon was literally shouting out the words
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The air thickens. A son? a so-
"N-n-namjoon"
"He has a birthmark on his right hand, the same one you have on your right hand Your highness!"
It breaks from there.
Jungkook runs like a mad man towards Namjoon. The crowd broke into a louder cheer.
"Wh-" he tried, tears make his way down his cheeks
Namjoon opened the child's arm and Jungkook saw it, he fell on his knees, his entire body shakes with the hard sob ripping through his throat
He is a father
"M-my s-" He couldn't
Namjoon knelt down in front of him with the child in his arm. Jungkook looks at the child, his child. What ever doubt he had before is vanish. He has a son. Water was running from his eyes and nose he didn't care.
"Taehyung?" He manages
"He is well and fine your highness"
The child stired and starts crying probably from the noise. Jungkook's eyes blew wide.
"Hold him your highness"
Jungkook shook his head. His body was shaking, he was scared
"Go on your highness" Namjoon insists
Jungkook sits on the floor stretched out his trembling hands, one of the mid-wife that came with Namjoon help move the child into his arms.
The child stopped crying immediately blinks up to look at him.
His wolf howled in happiness.
And Jungkook starts crying again.
"He is my son, I have a son!" he cried. He looks up to see everyone has formed a circle around him.
"Elders I have a son!"
"You have a son your highness" The elders confirms smiling wide, still hugging each other.
He laughs, he laughs and it sounds like the cry of a broken man
"I have a son!"
The chief priest walks up to him, Jungkook looks up at him and smile. "I have a son"
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"Congratulations your highness, the mark is the indication that the gods did this, they broke it through omega Taehyung. Congratulations my king"
Jungkook smiles through his tears
"Do you still want to perform the final test" No Jungkook knows he's holding his child, he's hundred percent sure. But for the sake of others to kill even the one percent of doubts.
And well it's still a very necessary step
"Let's do it"
The chief priest nods and call for other priests who brought a tiny cup with water inside.
"Just a drip of your blood and your son's" Jungkook likes the sound of the last two words. He nods, he knows how this is done.
Jungkook stretch his hand to the chief priest who poked his skin a little for his blood. He used the needle to pick the blood that popped out on the surface then dropped the needle in the cup.
Same was done to his son who looks so unbothered
"He's going to be a strong Alpha like his father" The chief priest said. Jungkook smiles wide.
The chief priest stood up with the cup in his hand, lifts it above his head and starts his chanting.
Jungkook looks back to his son, the little boy's eyes keeps moving in every direction then back at him. Jungkook can't stop looking at the identical mark on his son's hand.
He noticed everyone has gone quiet. Jungkook tunes them all out. He has everything he ever wanted in his arms. This is son. He has a son
Then another confirmation comes again.
"He is a Jeon!"
If the crowd was loud before it got even louder, all doubts has been wiped from everyone's mind.
The kingdom of Achena as an heir
Jungkook was expecting the boy to start crying at the loud cheers and scream but he didn't, he still looks unbothered.
"Long live the king of Achena!"
"Long live the heir to the throne of Achena!"
"Long live the people of Achena!"
"Long live the kingdom of Achena!"
The crowds keeps singing and cheering.
The mid wife knelt before him to whisper that the child needs to be taken inside.
What? no way.
"I'll take him inside" There's no way Jungkook is letting this boy leaves his sight. He looks back to Namjoon. "Let Taehyung being taken to my chamber" Namjoon nods and help him to stand up with the child in his arms.
He smiled wide at his people, give them a little dance that results in more screams and cheers.
Jungkook lifts his hand up, everyone goes quite.
"Thank you my people, thank you all for your support. Today we celebrate the birth of my son, my first blood" His voice cracks but he didn't stop
"Today we celebrate the birth of a new kingdom, today we celebrate because Achena will live on, today we celebrate a new beginning."
"Today the 3rd day in the 8th month of the year has been declared a public holiday in the kingdom of Achena" The cheers got louder again.
"Let it be known all over the world that Achena has an heir! let it be known all of the world the cursed king of Achena has a son! let the world know the kingdom of Achena will live on!"
"Let the world hear that the cursed king of Achena is cursed no more!"
"Let the celebration begins!!!!"
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Me and my readers on our way to join the people of a Achena. The dude at the front is giving off my energy right now.....lmaoo
Take care yall
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