Ill Fitting

Ill Fitting

Guess who finally finished this? Me. Muahaha, please enjoy some best friends to lovers smut from me ;)

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Smut, Crack, Angst if you like, squint really hard.

Words: 10,189

Summary: You and Taehyung had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but what you don’t remember is falling in love with him...

“I think this dress makes me look like a slut,” you stated, staring into the mirror.

“You’d be right my friend,” Taehyung complimented, not even looking up from his phone.

“Kim Taehyung are you not staring at my ass and tits like a good friend would in this dire situation?” you asked, holding your chest in offense.

“Not one bit, looking for dick babe,” he said, scrolling through no doubt a hookup app.

“Can you turn the other side of your bisexuality on for just a minute please?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“Should I fuck Leemin again? He sucks like a fucking champ,” he said, not paying attention.

“Taeeee,” you whined, walking over to your bed and falling onto his lap.

“What? I haven’t gotten laid in like, three weeks. Main dude downstairs is dying,” he said, moving his phone away from his face to look at you.

“Main girl downstairs hasn’t gotten any action for almost three months, so, can we prioritize please?” you asked, sitting up.

“Right, right, show me the red one again?” he asked, looking at your pile in the corner.

“You told me that it made my ass look frumpy!”

“Oh, did I? Shit, sorry then maybe the green one would be better,” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go clubbing tonight,” you sighed, already moving towards your sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I get distracted easily you know that,” he whined, laying back on your bed. You sighed and looked at your best friend with mock irritation.

Taehyung had always been easily distracted. Ever since you were kids he’s always been the first one to point out something that no one else was looking at... Like you.

You weren’t the nice girl everyone loved to hang out with. You weren’t the pretty one. You weren’t the quirky and sarcastic girl that sat at the back of the class who had those witty one liners everyone loved to hear. You were just... you.

People ignored you and you ignored them right back. Except, Taehyung never did. Taehyung was the one that pulled you out of bed and made you do things on the weekends. He’s the one who got you to go to your first party and take your first drink.

In turn, you were the one who helped Taehyung when his family abandoned him. You aided him in his search for his sexuality, who he truly wants to be. Taehyung has always been the popular one, the one people invited to parties and liked being around. His personality infectious and laughter joyous. A must for any social gathering.

However, if Taehyung was going then so were you. It’s how he operated. If his best friend didn’t go, then he didn’t either.

The one thing all of his flings, boys and girls alike could never get over was how much he loved you. One girl tried to take him away from you, but that wasn’t happening in Taehyung’s book. And no man was going to take you away from Taehyung either. Many of your exes couldn’t get over seeing Tae as your best friend, the one you spent your weekends with rather than having mediocre sex with them.

Tag team since day one, and best friends forever.

But that didn’t mean Taehyung couldn’t be an utter asshole and an unhelpful twat.

Like tonight for example.

All you wanted to do was go out clubbing and maybe get a little action in the bathroom stalls after one or seven drinks. However, with winter coming to a close you were at your heaviest and most insecure. You didn’t like gyms because all of the testosterone fueled dick wads that could be found on every weight lifting machine. And all the girls who definitely don’t sweat on the elliptical. So, finding an outfit was proving to be a little esteem crushing.

“I feel so gross,” you complained, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Why? I think you look fine,” Tae said, eyes glued to his booty call list.

“That’s it, I’m not going clubbing tonight. I’m going to give up sex and just stay true to my one and only love, hawaiian pizza,” you claimed, placing your hands on your hips.

“I still want to end our friendship over the fact you put pineapple on pizza,” he sighed, locking his phone and placing it on the bed.

“Sucks to be you then, cause you’re stuck with me,” you stated, raising an eyebrow.

“Damn, should I call your sister to fuck her and get you to hate me?” he asked.

“Do it, have fun with the fifty diseases you’ll wake up with in the morning,” you sneered. Taehyung made a gagging sound before standing up.

“Gonna head out, Leemin just texted back and he’s DTF. I wish you luck in your sexual endeavors,” he said, kissing your head.

“Have fun, don’t disappoint him with your tiny dick,” you said, pushing his chest playfully.

“Hey me and my four inches don’t need to listen to this discrimination,” he scoffed.

“Not discrimination, just facts,” you said. “Remember I saw your dick,” you winked.

“Yeah, when I was like, twelve. I’ve gotten bigger since then!” he defended.

“Not like I need to know that,” you sighed, going to unzip your dress. Taehyung pushed your hands away and unzipped your dress for you, throwing your sweatpants at you on his way out the door.

It was times like these that made you happy and depressed at the same time. Taehyung was gorgeous, there was no denying that fact. Physically? The man was a God, broad shoulders with beautiful bronze skin that wove all over his body in an attractive manner. Plus, his smile was to die for. However, when such a specimen is your friend for eighteen plus years, and doesn’t try to make a move on you once, you feel slightly inadequate. Not to say that men play a role in how you perceive yourself... but sometimes it’d be nice to know that he thought you looked pretty.

Taehyung is a bisexual male, preferring men just a tad bit more than women. Something you’d found out over the many years of being his friend. He’d had flings with women here and there, but nothing like he had with men. All of his serious relationships have been men, women mainly just for a fuck when he needed it...

Were you just that to him? Someone to talk to when it was convenient?

No, no no. Taehyung was your best friend. You both loved and cared for each other more than anything. And that would be enough...

For now.

* * *

The following week at work you were sat in your cubicle, doodling on a piece of notebook paper. Your floor supervisor, Kim Namjoon, decided now would be a good time to drone on and on about the newest project he’d been assigned and how excited he was to take his team to the next level of management and production quality.

Working in an editing column for a publishing company wasn’t the worst job ever. You got to read books and make edits, before anyone in the world got to see them. It was rather exciting at times. However, when the boring parts hit the office, they hit them hard.

You looked at your clock on your desk, sitting right next to a picture of you and Taehyung as children. You remember that day. It was Taehyung’s seventh birthday and he wanted to spend it with you. Your mom saved up the money and took you both to the water park that day. Since Taehyung’s mother was in rehab at the time.

It had been a great day, you both ate ice cream and played in the wave pool. You sang happy birthday at the top of your lungs and cried when it was time for him to go home. It is to this day one of the fondest memories you have with Tae. Because, nothing was expected of you. All you had to do was have a good time...

“Y/N? Y/N are you listening?” Namjoon asked, looking at you with a slightly upset expression.

“Mm? Sorry Namjoon! I-I just got lost in thought,” you said, rubbing your face.

“Who’s that in the picture you were staring at?” he asked, pointing to the frame in question.

“That’s Tae, my best friend. That was his seventh birthday,” you smiled besides yourself.

“Oh, I thought it was your boyfriend... You have pictures of the two of you everywhere in here,” he said, looking at your cork board and desk.

“Well, when you care about someone you want to have memories with them all around you, incase something bad happens you still have good memories to smile at,” you explained. Namjoon nodded at your explanation before continuing with his management talk.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tae’s voice sounded throughout the office.

“Speak of the devil and he appears,” you sighed, standing up. “Sorry, Namjoon, lunch date just got here. Can we pick this up later?” you asked.

Namjoon nodded before standing up and holding his hand out for you to shake. “Make it a promise?” he asked. You laughed softly and shook his hand. As Namjoon turned around, Taehyung was there, smiling his big boxy grin as usual.

“Hey babes,” he announced, holding your lunch in his hands.

“Babes...” Namjoon whispered, walking out of the cubicle.

“Hi Tae,” you said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Who was that?” he asked softly, gesturing to Namjoon who had left.

“Namjoon, co-worker, why?” you asked, turning in his grasp to grab your lunch from him.

“He’s pretty hot,” he stated, making a face of intrigue.

“Hands off, he’s a co-worker, not a blow up doll,” you warned, digging into your sandwich. Taehyung chuckled lightly, but let go of you so you could eat.

“Not for me, for you,” he whispered.

Pieces of sandwich fell from your mouth as you started choking. Taehyung jumped in alarm and started patting you on the back in hopes of easing the scare.

When you could breathe again you looked at Taehyung with an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

“If you farted I’m leaving.”

“Taehyung, no way!” you said, throwing your hands in the air.

“Why not? He’s hot and more than likely single, because yikes that outfit. And you are in desperate need of sorting out in the bedroom department. I’m sure he’s great in bed,” he attempted to convince you. But you already had your mind made up.

“I’m not fucking my co-workers Taehyung, I can’t risk that.”

You heard a huff before the chair next to your desk squeaked in protest at new weight being forced upon it. “Just ask him out for coffee, simple and easy. Test the waters to see if you like him, and if not, then I’m sorry and I’ll pay for all the drinks next time we go out,” he offered.

“That is bribery,” you stated.

“It’s the only way to motivate your bitch ass.”

“As tempting as that bribe is, I’m still going to decline that bad idea,” you stated.

“Let me help you, Y/N! You just said a few nights ago that you were dying to have sex! I’m sure that Namjung-”

“Namjoon,” you corrected.

“What’s his dick would love to deliver! I care about your vaginal health too,” he said, holding your hand.

“Tae, as sweet as you tried to make that, it doesn’t matter. I’m not having sex with Namjoon. End of story. Period. Done,” you finished.

“You’re crabby when you don’t get laid,” Taehyung whined, stealing your bag of chips.

“Well, you’re a pain in my ass when you do and don’t get laid, so I guess I’m fucked in both categories.”

“You’re not getting fucked in any categories, that’s the problem here.”

“Taehyung!”

* * *

After the great office embarrassment of 2018, Taehyung decided to let up on his match making quest. Although, that didn’t mean he let up on getting you out of the deep pit you call your apartment.

Normally Taehyung had to drag you out of your house kicking and screaming. However, this morning, there was a necessary evil you had to shop for. Company dinners were truly satanic. It was pure evil hiding behind free booze and finger food you couldn’t pronounce.

And then there was the trial of having to find appropriate dress for the evening. Another time consuming process that you loathed. Trying on clothes made you want to rip your hair out. That’s why half of your clothes were ill-fitting. You couldn’t be bothered to try them on at the store. Either they were too big, a little snug or just right.

However, in a situation like this one, a sacrifice had to be made.

Unfortunately that sacrifice was Taehyung’s sanity.

“Y/N, if you take me into one more Goddamn dress store I’m committing mass murder. Maybe genocide if I hear ‘mermaid cut,’” he warned, walking behind you with his feet dragging.

“You’re the one who agreed to come with me,” you stated, spotting another boutique down the street.

“Because I thought maybe there might be some hot guys and gals to peer at while doing this shopping. However, most of them are teenagers and it makes me feel very gross to oogle an eighteen year old,” he whined, holding the door open for you.

You patted his cheek affectionately before stepping inside the shop.

That’s when you saw it.

A beautiful navy blue gown with lace arms and a pencil style skirt that was just calling your name. The mannequin looked slightly slimmer than you, perhaps the past few months with Taehyung shoving food down your throat didn’t help your cause.

But like fuck you weren’t trying that dress on.

“Miss,” you asked, walking up to the woman in the shop. She turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she questioned, looking like you were a cockroach under her boot.

“Um, c-can I-”

“She wants to try that dress on,” Taehyung announced, pointing to the exact model without looking up from his screen.

You nodded and cleared your throat, trying desperately not to be such an awkward fuck.

“Well, we have the size that’s on the mannequin, then approximately three sizes up from that. So, would you like me to order the dress for you? We can take the measurements and have it delivered here in about two weeks,” she suggested.

“I have my company dinner next week, can’t I just try the one from the mannequin on?” you asked, pointing towards it.

“Well, that’s probably a size too small for you dear,” she stated, turning away from you.

“Excuse you?” Taehyung piped up from behind you.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, eyes sparkling at Taehyung’s handsome face.

“She said she wanted to try it on, as the saleslady shouldn’t you listen to the customer and not your own image of what you think is what’s going to fit on her? You’ve never measured her, never seen her anywhere else in anything less. So, why is it that you get to decide that the dress would be too small on her?”

You flushed in embarrassment. Taehyung could get lippy from time to time and it could absolutely make you want to shrivel into a husk of nervous shaking. The woman shrunk under Taehyung’s intense glare and nodded quickly.

“Certainly, I’ll set you up with a dressing room right away,” she said before running away with her tail between her legs. Taehyung’s eyes went right back to the device in his hands as the lady politely asked for you to follow her.

In the dressing room, a distressing revelation was becoming true.

The rude bitch was right, it was a size too small. Your tits were bulging out of the damn fabric and the leather of the pencil skirt was squeezing you in an uncomfortable fashion, that was anything but fashionable.

You leaned against the door, trying to get yourself from breaking down in this dressing room in a stupid boutique after a day of failed dress shopping. You could hear Taehyung tapping away at no doubt another messenger app, looking for his dick down of the night.

As much as you loved the guy, his dick needed to chill. Like, it was going to run out of gas at this rate.

A final sigh in defeat made you begin to disrobe. Just as you were about to pull the garment over your head, a fatal rip and tug made your heart drop.

“Shit!” you yelped, trying to keep still.

“You okay?” you heard Taehyung ask through the door, not fully interested.

“Taehyung,” you said, muffled through the clothes.

“Why does it sound like you’re losing cell reception? Are you huffing the fucking dress?”

“No! Listen, just shut up,” you growled. His silence allowed you to continue. “The old bitch was right, it’s too small for me,” you whined.

“Really? Where?”

“In my tits and ass,” you complained.

“That’s fucking hysterical,” Tae chuckled, setting down his phone. “I’ll go get the assistant-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you hissed. Taehyung’s footsteps stopped.

“What do you expect me to do!” he complained. “Listen, I love you but I have a-”

“Taehyung, can you prioritize me over your dick for once please?” you asked. Taehyung sighed once again through the door.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“C-Crawl under the door and help me get out of this stupid contraption,” you stated.

“Crawl under the door in a women’s dressing room, you’re much kinkier than I remember... The book club would be scandalized,” he said, getting down on the ground.

As he shuffled in, Taehyung made the grave mistake of looking up...

There you were, a stupid fucking dress crumpled on your head, and panties on full display. Taehyung was eye level with your center, covered in lacy underwear that decorated your skin like a present. His heart shuddered for a moment before beginning to race. His hands got sweaty on the wooden floor as he tried to remember how to breathe.

The only thing he could think about was diving face first into your sweet pussy, practically being waved in front of his face.

“Tae, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, huffing in impatience. Taehyung jolted at the idea of being caught staring at his best friends vag, while she is stuck in a dress. He jolted so hard in fact that he wound up smacking his head on the door.

“Ah, shit!” he whined, rubbing his head in frustration.

“Tae? You alright?” you asked, sounding concerned.

“Fine babe,” he said, touching your calf in comfort. Goosebumps raised on your skin after his warm palm left. He stood before you, trying to figure out how the fuck you managed to get yourself in this situation.

“Just, please hurry and get this stupid thing off of me so I can go eat something.”

Tae resisted the urge to jab at the ironic situation you were in, due to indulging yourself a few too many times, however the word resisted is key. “I’m working on it,” he stated, gripping the fabric and trying to pull it over your head. You yelped in pain and he stopped promptly.

“I-I think the zipper is caught in my hair or my bra. Maybe both,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into whatever hole hell spit you out from.

“Yeah, it’s caught in your bra hook,” Taehyung examined. “There’s some hair tangled up in it as well, just hold on for a second. Try not to move,” he said. You stood patiently as Taehyung ever so carefully unwound your hair from the zipper track, leaving just a little bit of snarl for you to deal with later.

Next, the bra.

“I think I’m gonna have to unhook your bra,” Tae stated, placing his hand on his chin in contemplation.

“Excuse me?” you asked.  

“It’s really a bad time to fart, cramped space-”

“Kim Taehyung just unclip the fucking thing and get me out of the stupid dress!” you yelled.

“Shh! Easy, I don’t want to be caught in this stupid predicament of yours,” he growled.

“Close your eyes then,” you asked softly.

“Hmm? Why?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Because if you unclip my bra it’ll come off,” you stated, trying not to turn even more red than you were certain you were.

“Duh, that’s the reason we need to unclip it. Unless you want to buy the dress like this?” he suggested, the thought of you actually pursuing that hilarious to him.

“I don’t want you to see me topless,” you stated softly. Taehyung made a confused face.

“I’ve seen your tits many times, Y/N, what’s the big deal?” he asked.

“You’ve never seen them fully, I’d like to keep it that way,” you declared.

“Fine, I’ll shut my eyes. I bet I could unhook bras without looking,” he snorted.

“Oh shut up you playboy,” you whined. Taehyung chuckled before closing his eyes and reaching for your skin.

It’s a scientific fact that when one sense is removed, the others are heightened to compensate for the loss in sensory attachment. When Taehyung’s hands met your back, a chill ran down his spine. However, not out of disgust, but out of pleasure. Your skin was so soft and warm against his palms. He tried desperately to think of anything else.

Dead Grandma, sad puppies. Anything to distract him from how right this felt. His hands on your barely clothed body and about to remove a very intimate article of clothing. You were fairing no better. Taehyung’s hands on you and pressed against your frame had you fighting for clarity in your clouding brain.

Finally the clip to your bra was found.

On instinct, Taehyung opened his eyes. He watched as his hands worked of their own accord, unsnapping the wire clips, unlatching the dress as well. The bra sagged, but not falling off all the way, due to your arms above your head. But, Taehyung saw your nipples perk at the cold air assaulting them. What he wouldn’t give to have them in his mouth...

What the fuck!?

He needed to stop, right now. H-he couldn’t think about you that way. As fucking cliche as it was... he didn’t want to fuck this up. Taehyung didn’t want anything to change between the two of you. It has always worked. You the salt, him the pepper or something like that...

He cared about you more than his own dick, so he was just going to do what the totally original main character did.

Bottled that shit up like a fine wine and suppress it!

“Ow! Tae, hurry up and get this thing off me before my arms lose circulation and come off,” you complained.

“Sorry,” he said, shutting his eyes and helping you pull the material off your body.

You quickly turned around and saw Taehyung’s eyes closed tight. He actually did as you asked... But, there was a sick part of you that was hoping to see his brown eyes peering into your own. After getting an eye full of your body...

Quickly you threw on your clothes and then ushered Taehyung out of your dressing room. You were quick to say goodbye to the lady and decided to just wear one of your older dresses for the company dinner, in hopes that it wasn’t too scandalous.

* * *

Taehyung was glad to be away from you for a little while. After dropping you off at your apartment he needed to get some distance...

The sight of you before him, reacting to his touch was too much for him to bear. He had to fuck it out of his system, right then...

He called up an old flame of his, Rose, and she said she’d be over in a few.

Your panties covering the one place on you he’d never seen. The part he wanted more than a best friend should...

The doorbell rang and Taehyung was quick to pounce on the scantily clad woman at his door. Rose mewled as he devoured her, watching as he quickly ripped his shirt from his body.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve called... Thought you gave us up for dick,” she stated, throwing her jacket on the floor.

Taehyung didn’t care for the talking. He just wanted to fuck it out of his system and forget it. Forget you, if he could. Because his friendship, his life with you was too good to throw it out because of a measly panty shot.

He could get pussy anywhere else, but you. He wouldn’t let himself dirty you as well. You didn’t deserve it, you deserved the world and Taehyung was the last person who could give it to you. As a freelance photographer, he didn’t belong in your social standing. Being your best friend was pushing it far enough.

Anything more could be detrimental to you.

Slowly, rose fell to her knees on the floor in front of him. Taehyung watched as she fished him out of his jeans and pumped him a few times. He didn’t miss the tick in her jaw at his slow reactions. He tried to enjoy the sensation of her mouth on him, wanting it to feel like the hot cavern he was used to... But in reality, it felt like a python with no teeth wouldn’t let his dick go.

After a few minutes of struggling and disappointed sighs, Rose lifted her mouth from his semi-hard erection.

“What’s up, Tae? Do you want to fuck, or do you need to talk?” she asked, looking up at him with mild curiosity.

“I’m really sorry, Rose... I want to fuck, but my dick and heart are at war right now,” he sighed, pulling himself back in his pants and zipping them up with finality.

“Don’t be, I get it. Being hung up on somebody is difficult, especially when you’ve been hung up on them for almost your entire life. I can see how that could get a little taxing after a while,” she stated, wiping the drool from her mouth.

“M-My whole life-”

“Cut the shit Tae, you’ve been in love with Y/N since before we met, and that’s been over seven years now. You fuck around, find good dick or good pussy to distract yourself. But in the end, you always find your way back to her somehow. You need to admit it to yourself, otherwise you’ll end up regretting it. Believe me, I already do,” she stated, staring at him with a knowing smile.

“Rose, she’s been my friend for years. How am I supposed to try and make the transition?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair with frustration.

“I can’t tell you how to broach that subject. Test the waters, flirt with her more intensely. See how she reacts. You two are already pretty touchy feely, more so than most best friends. Take it another notch up. Patience is key,” she said with confidence. Taehyung sighed.

Patience had never been his strong suit...

But for you? Anything could be.

* * *

Stood before your mirror good ole self esteem came crashing down on top of you like the rotting carcass it was. You were frantically searching for a dress that would be appropriate for this social meeting that you really had no desire to go to... But everything you had were stupid clubbing dresses!

As per usual, Taehyung sat on your bed staring at his significant other, phone.

“Taeeee!” you whined, throwing the tenth dress on the ground with a huff.

“What, babe?” he asked, cockng an eyebrow and looking up.

“There’s no dress in here I could possibly wear to the company dinner and it’s in five hours!” you stated in horror. Taehyung threw his phone on the bed and walked up to your closet confidently. He fished through the multiple hangers and random socks and... something that was most definitely alive-maybe. Until he found a hanger with a plastic covering.

The black dress you’d worn to your college graduation. It had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder bands that hung around your triceps in decoration. It was a beautiful dress, but you were thinner back then...

“Here, try this on,” he suggested, pushing it towards you.

“No, Tae. There’s no way it’s going to fit me,” you said, beginning to look through your more casual dresses that might be able to be gussied up.

“What do you mean? It was only three years ago, try it!” he insisted.

“I have pants from a year ago that don’t go over my ass now, there’s no way that thing will fit,” you stated firmly.

“Hey, if pants are only ill-fitting in your ass, then I’d say you have a good problem right there,” Tae said with a wink. You shoved his shoulder before fisting through the fabric again.

“How about-”

“The one I picked? I think it’s a great idea. Try it on,” Taehyung said, a firmer tone settling in. You looked at the dress he was holding and felt your heart sink into your stomach. You’d loved that dress when you purchased it, young and carefree. Much less late night taco bell runs and french fries back then.

“Tae I really don’t want to humiliate myself by trying a dress on I know won’t fit. Stop,” you demanded.

“You’re being ridiculous. If I’m being forced to be your date to this thing then I declare you go in that dress as payment,” Taehyung smirked. You frowned at his comment. Fucking dick move, Taehyung.

“Fine, but I don’t want any snide comments when I can’t get it to zip up,” you growled, snatching the dress and heading towards your bathroom.

As you undressed you felt anxiety well up in your throat. You hadn’t put this dress on in a long while, and you were much different than you were back then. In more ways than one.

You closed your eyes and pulled the dress up your body. To your surprise, it slid right on, sitting nicely against your curves. You stated in the mirror and looked at the fabric hugging your frame. You reached behind you and felt the zipper moving up easily, until you couldn’t bend your arms that way.

“Tae!” You yelled, pulling your hair the side. Ten came a knock at the door.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” He questioned.

“I just need you to zip up the dress, get in here,” you stated. The door clicked open and Taehyung waltzed inside, not before dropping his precious phone first. You jumped at the loud noise and turned around quickly. “Jesus Tae! Scared the shit out of me,” you said, holding your chest in fright.

Taehyung could only hear the blood pounding in his ears at the sight of you. The dress fit better than it did when you first bought it. Now, you filled out every inch with your gorgeous frame. Although, your boobs looked like they were struggling for air in that top. But that was besides the point. You looked too good for words, and Taehyung wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope, take it off, I was wrong,” he declared, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoffed.

“With that reaction I’m assuming I look fantastic, I hope you phone rests in peace by the way,” you commented, pointing down at the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, a pained expression on his face. He lifted the device and bit his lip. There was only a crack in the lower part of the screen. It still worked. He could live for another day.

“Now that you two are reunited, mind zipping me up now?” you asked, flashing your back to him once more.

“No, I told you I was wrong. Maybe the pink one would work better...” Taehyung trailed off, heading towards the door.

“You told me I looked like fourth grader in that dress, just zip me up. What is your deal?” You asked, surprised at his outburst.

“Because,” he sighed, staring at you. “Other people are going to see you in it,” he stated. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s kind of the point. Quit being dumb and help,” you complained.

“I don’t want other people to see you in this dress,” Taehyung said quietly.

“What?” You asked, turning quickly. Taehyung flushed, he couldn’t believe he said it out loud. Fuck, should be just commit and tell you? Tell you what he’s been thinking about and the depth? Could he do that? Should he risk it all?

“Nothing... I’ll help,” he conceded, coming forward to place his hands on your back. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours. Confusion swept over you. Why, all of the sudden, were you hyper aware of his touch. Anticipating his next move and feeling his hands drag the fabric together and zip up your dress.

Your face was red when you turned around to look at Taehyung. He seemed, off. Like something was bothering him almost... “Tae? Do you not want to come with me?” You asked, wondering if the thought of being at this dinner was one he was dreading.

“No, I want to go. Free food and spending time with you is always a bonus. Get ready, I need to find my suit,” he said, wandering out of the room. You stared as he walked away. Taehyung seemed upset, almost possessive.

It was like you two were young again and you played with his favorite toy without asking. It truly threw you for a loop. But the feeling of his palm on your back, holding you there as he pulled the fabric together with the zipper... it sent chills of pleasure down your spine.

Anxiety welled in you stomach as these thoughts plagued you. Had it really been so long since you got laid you were starting to crave the affections of any man? Taehyung had been in your life for so long, maybe you’d neglected the time when he grew up...

When did he get taller than you?

When did he get his license?

When did his smile start to make your heart stop?

When did his presence become so vital to your life?

When... did you start loving him?

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you recalled the conversation. He didn’t want anyone else to see you in the dress... Did he-Did he feel the same as you?

“Tae!” you screamed, bolting out of the bathroom and running down the hall. A door slammed and feet began to run towards you, before you knew it you slammed into Taehyung at full force. Dress shirt half buttoned and pants thrown on haphazardly paired a horrified expression, he held onto you.

“What? Are you alright? Why did you scream?” he asked, holding your face.

“Do you love me?” you asked, panting. Years of subtle tells running through your mind, it all seemed too much.

Taehyung’s face turned into confusion and moderate annoyance. “Of course I love you idiot, is that why you screamed? Jesus fuck, I thought you were being murdered-”

“No, I mean do you love me like I love you?” you breathed, gripping his wrists tight.

“Y/N, what-what are you talking about?” he whispered, dropping his hands from your face. You took a daring step forward.

“Taehyung, I’m so stupidly slow. Incredibly, like snails are dead and gone by the time I understand something,” you stated.

“I’ve known that for years,” he quipped.

“Then, did you know how much I’ve loved you for all these years? How much you’ve meant to me? Have I never told you that the night I lost my virginity, I said your name? Because, I couldn’t think of anyone else who would love me as much,” you breathed. Taehyung’s heart began to pound.

What had gotten into you?

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You’re kinda freaking me out right now,” he said, backing up as you continued towards him.

“I need you to tell me right now if you don’t feel the same... I need to know if this is something I’ve been holding onto for years, just to have to let it go right now. Because you mean more to me than anything, Kim Taehyung. Anything in this whole world.” Taehyung’s back hit the wall, no escape.

“Y/N...” Taehyung trailed off.

“Taehyung, please. Tell me,” you begged. Everything in your head was swirling around. Too much information too fast.

“I-I... I don’t know how I feel, but I know I don’t want any other man to see you in that dress. I know that I almost threw up telling you to ask out that Namjung-”

“Namjoon.”

“What the fuck ever! I don’t want him anywhere near you,” he growled.

“What if I went to the company dinner in this dress. And he asked me for a dance?”

Taehyung face turned dark. “He wouldn’t get close enough,” He glowered. You reached up and touched his face, holding his jaw in your palm. On instinct, Taehyung leaned into your touch. You smiled at his reaction.

“You know, I know you were staring at my breasts in the dressing room,” you teased. Taehyung paled.

“I-uh, never did that,” he coughed, rubbing his neck. A tell he was lying.

“Oh my God you did look! I knew you wouldn’t be able to listen to me for once!” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what happened in that bathroom, but I do know that I’m half dressed and your company dinner is in two hours. So, we should probably-”

“I don’t care,” you whispered. Taehyung let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

“Y-You don’t care?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

“I don’t fucking care about the Goddamn company dinner, Taehyung. You keep dancing around the same question without a fucking answer,” you growled. He swallowed rough, throat suddenly dry.

“Babe-”

“Don’t, please don’t,” you whispered.

“Y/N... We can’t do this, you mean way too much to me to risk a friendship like ours-”

“For a relationship? Is it because I’m a girl? Are you not attracted to me?”

“No! It’s not like that, Y/N,” Taehyung scrambled.

“Then what? Because the whole ‘not wanting to ruin the friendship’ cliche isn’t a good enough fucking answer,” you stated. Taehyung took a deep breath in and sighed.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, it’d kill me...” he whispered, bringing his palms to your face.

“You won’t lose me, Taehyung. You could never,” you stated, holding his wrists gently in your hands. You ran a soothing thumb down his skin to ease his anxiety. Wishing for his worries to melt away with your touch.

“If I fucked this up, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I hurt you... I-I can’t do that, Y/N. Please, just forget all of this,” he pleaded.

“I can’t,” you announced. Without a moment's hesitation you launched yourself forward, capturing Taehyung’s lips with your own. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your shoulders, trying to pull you off of him. But his strength seemed to sap from him the longer you worked your mouth against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling heat coursing through your veins. Taehyung was at war with himself. Did he risk it all? Or leave you? Your lips pushing against his had him fighting for his sanity. God did he want you... You looked so tempting in that dress, fuck. It was everything he could do to not rip it off.

“Hang on,” he breathed, pulling away from you for a moment.

“Do you want me? Because you can have me, all of me... But you need to promise me that I’ll have you too,” you breathed. Accepting what you’ve known in your heart to be true for your whole time with Taehyung. That you wanted him to be yours.

This was it...

You were offering yourself, your heart up to him on a silver platter. Does he dare turn around and say he wanted gold? Or, does he accept your love and his own..?

“Okay,” he breathed, looking into your eyes with all the love he had.

“Taehyung,” you smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back, feeling how perfect you felt in his arms. How you were meant to be there... He rested his cheek against yours, breathing on your neck softly. The warmth of his breath sent chills down your spine, and the urgency from earlier made your heart flutter.

“I’m trying incredibly hard to be a gentleman right now, but fuck I need to get you naked,” Taehyung growled in your ear. You gasped as he licked your chin and up to your mouth, slowly moving your lips apart with his tongue and delving into your sweetness. You whined into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer and closer, wanting him so close you could breathe him in.

“I want you, so bad, please Taehyung,” you pleaded, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on your skin. He had some sort of oral fixation because if his lips weren’t on yours, then his tongue was on some part of you. He wanted to devour you whole, he’d waited too long to be denied. You pushed your hand inside of his partially done shirt, feeling the warm skin against your greedy palms.

“You’ll get me babe, just hang on,” he tempted, sucking on your lower lip.

“Bedroom,” you moaned, gripping his forearms tightly.

“Shit, okay,” he whispered, dragging you towards your bedroom. You easily complied, letting Taehyung pull you through your home with practiced familiarity. You whined when his lips left yours for a moment so he could adjust you in his hold to open the door.

“Tae~” you whined, tugging on his already loose collar, wanting to kiss him more. Taehyung huffed in annoyance before planting his lips back on yours and popping your door open. You hummed, appeased for the time being. Taehyung groaned and reached behind you to unzip your dress.

“Want this gone,” he groaned, practically ripping the zipper off the track to remove the fabric.

“Don’t rip this fucking dress or I’ll kill you,” you warned, glaring at him through your eyelashes.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, pushing the top down and off your body. Noticing that you didn’t wear a bra with this dress. Seeing as how it was off the shoulder. You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, warming the flesh with his tongue. You arched into his advances, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Shit, Taehyung,” you said, biting your lip.

“Fuck you’re so breathtaking,” he huffed, licking his lips after pulling back.

“I wanna suck your cock,” you said, falling to your knees in front of him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your breasts jolting at the sudden shock to your body. You were almost salavating at the thought of his thick length in your mouth.

“Don’t stare, suck me,” Taehyung growled lightly, scraping his nails along your scalp. You licked you lips tauntingly before undoing his pants and pulling him out. You marveled at his veiny texture and the sight of precum dribbling down his beautifully curved shaft.

Taehyung looked like he was going to shove you down on his dick if you continued to tease, so you leaned forward and gave kittenish lick to the tip, savoring the sensation of his precum touching your tongue. You moaned at the feeling and took more and more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck baby, look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back.

You hummed on his cock, moving your tongue along his sensitive tip and swallowing around the meat of his shaft. Taehyung hissed, biting his lip in effort to not buck into your sweet mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to pump what wasn’t fitting in your mouth and throat. Wondering if Taehyung had a kink for messy girls, you let your drool fall from your lips and all over your chin and hit your breasts.

Taehyung’s eyes dilated as he leaned forward to take his dick from your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so dirty baby,” he panted, capturing your wet lips with his. Wrapping his hand around your neck Taehyung practically moved the kiss along. You could feel his thumb teasing your airway, no doubt wanting nothing more than to push down and cut off the sweet oxygen keeping you grounded.

“Taehyung,” you gasped.

“I’ll make love to you later baby, I promise,” he said, a kiss sealing the deal. “But right now, I need to fuck you dirty and hard... Until your sweet pussy is so swollen and you have bruises all over your beautiful body. I want to be ingrained in every inch of your skin... Till the only thing you know is me,” he purred, pulling to your feet.

“Sounds absolutely perfect,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to your trembling frame. Taehyung’s hands found your thighs and pushed on them, wanting you to jump up.

“Jump,” he whispered.

“Tae, I can’t. I’m too heavy,” you said, blushing.

“You’re not, jump up before I deadlift you,” Taehyung said, not even remotely kidding. Not wanting him to hurt his back you placed your hands on his shoulders and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. His dribbling length rubbed against your ass and you found yourself biting your lips to keep from crying out.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at Taehyung for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine, but I need to get inside you,” he groaned, walking you over to the bed. You yelped when suddenly your back hit the fabric of your comforter and Taehyung was grinding against your clothed pussy.

“Take your shirt off, I wanna see more of you,” you pleaded, pulling at the button up that had been obstructing your view too long. Taehyung complied, undoing the last buttons and throwing the fabric to the floor, leaving it to be forgotten.

“How’s that, baby? Like what you see?” Taehyung asked, running his hands down your body.

“Yes, I love it,” you whined, gripping onto the sheets as Taehyung found your center.

“Do you like being fingered? Or are you too sensitive?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for permission.

“I like being fingered, but I’d love your mouth so much more,” you said, taking his chin in one hand and running your thumb along his lip. Taehyung opened his mouth and let your thumb dip in, swirling his tongue around your digit playfully.

“Let me taste you,” Taehyung said, moving away from your hand and back down to the apex of your thighs. You leaned back and let him part your legs, giving himself better access. Slowly, he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them off, exposing your dripping center. Taehyung let in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re soaked baby... Did just sucking me off get you this excited?” He asked, biting his lip.

“Mmm, I loved your thick cock in my mouth Tae,” you complimented, teasing him with a bit of your tongue peeking out as you panted in excitement.

“You look so incredible like this. Sweating, wet and panting for me... Jesus fuck, you look tight,” he moaned.

“Why don’t you find you?” you teased, running your hands over your lower lips and spreading yourself for him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your insides clenching for him.

“God, I’m so hard it hurts but I gotta taste you before I bury myself in this sweet cunt,” Taehyung groaned, moving forward and licking at your with desperate abandon.

“Oh! Tae!” you yelped, gripping the sheets tightly and letting the pleasure seep into your blood like a drug. That’s what Taehyung was... An addictive drug that was slowly taking over every essence of your being. He was going to absolutely ruin you, and you planned to do the very same to him.

His tongue dragged up from your entrance and swirled around your clit, teasing the swollen area of your sex. Never giving you the spike of pleasure you desired. He was such a fucking tease. You watched as Taehyung rut against your bed, trying to find relief of his own as he devoured you whole.

“Baby, put your dick in me,” you pleaded.

“Mm, you taste so good... I wanna keep going,” he said, humming against your clit in a promising manner.

“Fuck!” you cried as he pushed one finger in your heat. Your pussy swallowed him right up to the knuckle, clenching around his intrusion.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight... Fuck I can’t wait to destroy you,” Taehyung said, moving his digit back and forth slowly trying to open you up so you would accomodate his length. The thought of your tightness all around his tender erection had him thrusting into the mattress like a horny virgin.

“Tae, I can’t wait... I want it, please,” you whined, throwing your head back against the bed in pleasure.

“Baby you’re too tight, I’ll hurt you,” he said, flicking over your clit with his thumb to give you some patience. However, it made you want him more.

“Please Taehyung! Rip me in half, I don’t give a shit, I just want you so fucking bad,” you demanded.

Without warning you were lifted to Taehyung’s mouth assaulting your own. You moaned into his harsh kiss, if you could even call that. It was more like a passionate bite. “You’re always so fucking impatient... Can’t wait for the pizza to cool off, can’t wait in line for a coffee, can’t wait. Such a greedy little brat,” he growled.

A harsh smack resounded throughout the room. You ass burned in pain, but the rush of pleasure that followed was worth the ache. “Oh! I’m sorry,” you apologized, grabbing Taehyung’s face and kissing him as if he was the last pleasure you’d ever know.

“You’re not sorry yet, I’ll make you sorry,” he groaned as you bumped his cock. “Fucking hell, I can’t wait... I’m gonna punish you for this you little shit... But I need you so fucking bad,” Taehyung moaned.

“Give me your cock, please Tae... Wanna cum on it like a good girl,” you begged. Taehyung full on snarled at your statement.

You pulled your dress the rest of the way off as Taehyung practically ripped his pants and boxers off his frame. You got into a better position and opened your legs to accept Taehyung between them. You watched as he crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up to your lips.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked. You thought for a moment. Taehyung was a major fuck boy and you may be on the pill but that didn’t keep you from getting and STD he may have contracted.

“Yeah, yeah I do... But we’re going to get fucking tested tomorrow you little shit. I’m on the pill,” you said, glaring at him.

“God damn it,” he snarled before grabbing his wallet from his pants pocket and pulling a condom out from the back.

“You know they’ll dry out easier that way,” you stated as he tore open the packet with his teeth.

“I won’t need any lube with how fucking drenched you are baby,” he winked, running a finger up your slit to prove his point. You winced at the harsh pleasure, but it left you wanting so much more.

“Just put it in me already,” you complained, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth and trying to encase yourself in his intoxicating being. Taehyung gripped his length and rolled the condom on with practiced ease. However it was difficult with you kissing every inch of open skin with an eagerness that was hard to ignore. Taehyung managed to get the latex on himself and pushed you onto your back.

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes one last time for permission.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, licking your lips that still had the taste of him on them.

Finally, Taehyung rubbed himself against your slick fold to get some lubrication before pushing against your entrance.

The pressure was a bit much, but just watching his facial expressions were worth the achy pain. Taehyung gave a shallow thrust to help open you up for him. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall back into the pillows. Taehyung gripped your hips and adjusted your position to help ease the sharp sting.

“Relax a bit more for me, baby. I won’t get it in otherwise,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, your so big. It’s hard to relax,” you said, panting from the effort. Taehyung interlocked your fingers and kissed your knuckles and kept up his slow and gentle thrusts.

“You’re doing incredible babe, feel so good around me,” he breathed, leaning over you as he hitched on of your legs around his hip. A harsher push followed as you felt your walls stretch even more.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you groaned, wincing at the feeling... But wanting to be completely consumed by it nonetheless.

“Pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned, pushing in further.

“I want it all, give it to me,” you stated. Taehyung looked at you in concern.

“I don’t wanna force it baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, keeping his pace.

“I can handle it, I’m a big girl and you’re certainly a big boy so give it to me,” you demanded. Taehyung groaned as you shifted your hips and caused him to sink into you further.

“You fucking asked for it,” he grunted, pushing himself the rest of the way in. He paused when he felt your ass touching his pelvis.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking big,” you mewled, grasping at his shoulders. Taehyung tried to hide his prideful smirk, but it was hard when you were in the throws of passion because of him inside of you.

“Do you need a second baby?” he asked, kissing along your jaw and licking your earlobe teasingly.

“No, fuck me hard,” you demanded. Taehyung smiled and began to set an grueling pace.

With each thrust that was delivered into your body a sharp moan was wrenched from your throat against your will. He was just so thick, and you were so full of him. The lewd sound of your flesh smacking against his as he fucked into you echoed through your room.

“Ah! Fuck baby, so tight. This sweet little pussy is just swallowing my dick. Were you so thirsty for my dick baby? Mmm? Wear that fucking dress out in public and I’ll fuck you in front of anyone,” Taehyung growled.

“Maybe I will- oh! W-wear it in front of Namjoon and see what he thinks about it-Ah!” you cried as Taehyung thrust into you so hard you moved up the mattress. He had you seeing stars with the brutal fucking he was giving you. No doubt your poor center would be bruised, but like fuck you weren’t going to thank him for the fucking of a lifetime.

“Like fuck you will. No one gets to see you like this but me,” he barked, smashing your faces together into another kiss. You desperately gripped onto his frame to keep you grounded, but you could feel yourself slipping into a frenzy.

His cock was hitting you just so and he made a point to grind against you with every other thrust, stimulating your clit with the motion. Everything he was doing made you need him more and more, harder until you couldn’t breathe.

“God, Taehyung. Fuck me harder, I don’t wanna be able to move from this bed for a month. Please baby, give it to me harder. Want you to drill who I belong to into my pussy. Fuck! Dick so hard, hmm baby? Is my pussy good? Do you like how tight I clench around you?” you panted into his ear, dragging your nails down his biceps. Taehyung’s hips stuttered at the sharp sensation of your nails digging into his flesh. He loved the stinging impression they left on his activated skin.

“Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm? Is that what my baby girl just asked for? You sure?” he teased.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” you snarled, pushing yourself up so that his dick came out of your center.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” you whispered, reaching down and pulling the condom off his length, throwing it onto the floor and shifting to your side.

“Whoa, Y/N, I don’t know-”

“Get over here and fill me up with your cum, baby,” you purred, rubbing your clit out of desperation. Taehyung moaned and pumped himself a few times before pulling you against his body, diving back into your sweet heat.

“Fuck this might not be a good idea,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into you even deeper than before.

“Mm, this is the best idea I’ve ever had... I can feel you,” you groaned, loving the sensation of his hot, throbbing cock massaging your weeping walls.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he moaned, bucking into your harshly. You wanted nothing more than to feel him cum inside of you.

“I don’t need you to... Please, hurry... I’m so close, talk dirty to me Taehyung,” you pleaded.

“Mm, baby wants to hear me talk dirty? Oh, where should I start? Huh?” he asked, picking up his pace. “How about how fucking tight you are around me? It’s like you’re trying to squeeze the cum right out of me, fuck I’ll give it to you baby. Anything you want, you can have it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard in this sweet pussy and you’ll be so full you can’t walk for days. I wanna watch my cum dribble out of your swollen cunt, baby... Fuck, it’ll be so hot watching you-ah... Fuck baby, gonna cum,” he warned, hips stuttering. He managed to work himself up.

“I want it, please baby,” you begged, reaching down to rub your clit as Taehyung practically kicked into you to hard you could feel the bruises forming.

“Here it comes, take it all baby,” he moaned. Taehyung grunted a few more times and then a whine came from his throat.

You felt the first splash of heat rush through your senses, and it sent you over the edge.

“Taehyung!” you screamed, gripping the sheets and shuddering from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung kept moving his hips to empty himself inside of you and help coax you through your climax.

“So pretty all fucked out baby,” he purred, voice hoarse with crying out his release. You trembled in the afterglow of your orgasm. Taehyung leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen lips.

The strength seemed to be sapped from him as he laid down next to you, fingers intertwined.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re telling me,” you said, swallowing hard. “Shit, my vagina is gonna be sore for like a month,” you complained.

“Coming from the girl who kept begging me to go harder! Damn, I almost threw out my hip,” Taehyung quipped.

You both fell into comfortable silence.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, turning to look at you.

His breath whooshed from him all at once at the sight of you. Lips puffy from kisses, eyes glassy from tears and lust, hair thrown about from your fuckfest.

You were absolutely divine in his eyes.

“Yes?” you asked, turning on your side to face him.

“I know I may have done this in the wrong way, but I’d like to take you out on a date if you’d let me?” Taehyung offered.

“That’s so sweet, you can be my date to the company- OH FUCK!” you yelped, getting up and immediately falling onto the ground in a crumple of post coital limbs.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, crawling over to your side to check on you.

“Taehyung, I was supposed to be at that dinner half an hour ago!” you said, face palming.

“As I recall, you said you didn’t give a fuck about the dinner. But I gave a fuck for you certainly,” he winked. You shrieked on the floor and started looking for your panties.

“Shit, it’s really important I shouldn’t have-”

“But didn’t I promise to make love to you after fucking you into oblivion?” Taehyung purred from the bed. Your ears perked at the promise of more sex from him.

You were silent before giving your answer.

“I-I think the dress was ill-fitting anyways.”

Into Eternity Part VI

Sorry that I am a slut for this story. 

Please enjoy?

I DON’T OWN THE GIF!!!

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (kinda sorta riskay beach fun), drama, action

Words: 7,638

“A holiday?” you asked as you and Jungkook walk down the corridor near the barracks one morning. Jungkook nods quickly, smiling in childlike delight.

“Yes, there’s a palace by the sea that his Majesty and Jimin went to every end of summer. He hasn’t gotten to go for the past few years as his father’s health took a turn, but now there’s a chance that he could go again. But he’d never unless prompted by you, my Lady,” he stated.

“Are you asking me, in this time of turmoil, to drag my husband to a palace that may or may not be safe for a holiday? Near the ocean?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we’d all go with you and ensure your safety no matter the consequences for us but-”

“Would there be swimming involved?” you asked, trying not to sound too giddy at the prospect.

“Absolutely, my Lady,” Jungkook grinned.

“Well,” you started, rubbing your chin. “I guess I could use my persuasive skills to get Jimin to leave here for at least a week.”

“I have every faith in you, my Lady,” Jungkook bowed before heading out to the training field.

You waved and watched him leave before smiling to yourself. A beach! A holiday near the ocean! Excitement coursed through your being. Swimming in the river near your childhood home had been one of your favorite pastimes after sneaking past your jailer of a mother.

The soft sound of the water trickling past, the feeling of the cool liquid moving across your skin. It soothed you like no other, and it could prove for some fun in this slightly melancholic castle. Jimin had been starved of fun the past few weeks, seeing as how his coronation is getting closer and soon he will be in charge of an entire kingdom.

Then there is something to do about that pesky witch that has been trying to kill you...

“You seem to be deep in thought,” a voice echoed through the hallway. You turned sharply on your heel and stood face to face with Hoseok. Your blood ran cold at the sight.

The man who brought news of the Forsaken taking over villages to the south, and the news that your death needed to be swift. It didn’t help that your introductions hadn’t gone very well either...

You were at breakfast the morning after your incident. Everyone was jovile and happy around the table. Jimin making jokes, Jungkook and Taehyung being children as per usual. Namjoon and Father Jin were in a deep discussion about something very interpersonal. It was far too early for that in your mind, but they seemed entertained enough. Even Yoongi had made it for the meal that morning. Something that Jungkook and Taehyung said was unheard of.

You were plating up your food went the room went silent.

“Is this your bride, Jimin?” Hoseok’s voice was cold. Taehyung stood and so did Namjoon.

“Yes, Hoseok, I’d like you to meet Y/N,” Jimin said, standing up and placing his hand on your chair. Biting your lip you kept your head down. Suddenly your food wasn’t that appetizing.

“She’s still alive is she?”

“Hoseok!”

“Brother, that’s enough,” Namjoon said, moving towards him.

“I’m sure she’s already aware of her standing, you’ve no doubt told her everything,” he commented.

“Please, join us for breakfast,” you offered the seat next to yours. Hoseok raised a brow before scowling at you.

“Are you aware of the destruction and agony that is being spread because of your still being alive?” he snarled. You pressed yourself against the back of the chair.

“Enough, that’s not her fault,” Taehyung demanded.

“We’ve done things a certain way for years. Once she’s dead, the line is done. She’s the last one. Highness, she is the last one of the damned bloodline. The witch will leave us alone once she’s gone!” Hoseok cried.

“If you think that a horrid woman such as that would leave us alone, after all the tormenting she’s done throughout the years, because of her death... Then you are a fool, Hoseok,” Father Jin declared. Hoseok chuckled softly before grabbing an apple that sat on your plate.

He bit into the red flesh of the fruit and marveled at its sweetness.

“I’ve just spent weeks, fighting with those damned Forsaken... Watching women, children and good men die because of her. Hundreds of women more beautiful, more intelligent and more worthy wait to be your bride, Highness. This mere farm girl, is she truly worth all this suffering?”

A sob broke from your throat as you stood taking the verbal abuse.

He was right...

“Hoseok! That is enough,” Jimin growled. Hoseok raised his eyebrows and then sighed.

“Terribly sorry, my Lady,” he sneered, before waltzing off. The sound of the crisp apple ringing in your ears.

And now, he stood before you... Alone...

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“My Lady,” he bowed slightly. You tried not to scoff, it was an insult.

“Is there something I can do for you, Hoseok?”

He smiled before pinning you against the wall, knife at your throat and his hand covering your mouth. Frightened tears sprung to your eyes. You wanted to wipe at them, but his strength was unmatchable. You swallowed and felt the sharp edge of the weapon graze your tender flesh.

“I simply want for you to be aware of how easily I could kill you. The only reason you are alive right now is because the Prince would no doubt hang me for your murder. And right now, I still have a purpose for my life. But once that purpose is fulfilled, you will die,” he snarled. “I won’t let one life stand in front of thousands of others.”

You huffed behind his palm, struggling to breath. He wasn’t lying, or merely trying to scare you. He meant every single word coming from his mouth. However, his words were not was chilled you to your very bones. No, his eyes were what made your knees tremble and heart clench.

They held so much fear... and a frightened man was capable of many dangerous things. If anyone found the two of you like this, he would no doubt be locked up for a few months. Lose his standing with the court and much more, however here he was...

“Now you can scream and cry to Jimin if you so desire, but I will find you no matter the distance. Because I care for the people you think so lowly of. Unlike you I grew up with nothing, and I will go into the ground with nothing. So, do as you wish. Just remember, I decide when you die... because Jimin won’t do it himself.”

With that, he released you. You scrambled up and bolted down the hallways as fast as you could move. Your heart hammered in your chest so hard that you thought it would certainly burst.

Coming around a corner you collided with, none other than your husband.

Jimin had just come from a meeting to find you, and here you were.

“Y/N, I was just coming to find you. What is-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders tightly. Jimin stopped and felt your trembling form. He moved to question you, but you simply held on tighter.

“Don’t ask me, please,” you whispered. “Just hold me.”

Jimin nodded slow before wrapping you up in his arms. Letting the question sit on his tongue unasked.

* * *

That night you looked out over the field with mute interest. Jimin didn’t ask what had frightened you so, but you knew he was curious.

Hoseok hadn’t come near you, keeping his distance at dinner. However the mere sight of him had your heart pounding hard in your ears. Although he acted as if both transpired between you two. As if, just hours ago, he didn’t have a knife to your throat.

You felt warmth wrap around your waist.

Jimin pressed his head against your shoulder, keeping you locked in his arms. “I don’t know what happened, and don’t feel as though you must tell me. But you worried me, I thought someone had hurt you,” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to alarm you,” you apologized. Jimin shook his head, soft tufts of hair brushing your skin. It felt like a warm breeze caressing your neck.

Warm breeze...

The beach!

That’s what you wanted to speak with him about before Hoseok...

“Jimin?” You asked softly.

“Mmm?” He answered, obviously tired.

“I was thinking, perhaps we need a change in scenery,” you suggested. Jimin’s head popped up from the crook of your neck.

“What?”

“Well, it’s getting colder and autumn is almost in full here... but I just remembered I hadn’t gone swimming all summer. I adore the water, and-”

“You adore the water?” He asked, smiling at you.

You nodded back quickly. “Yes, I would sneak out all the time when mother was asleep to swim in the river,” you confessed.

“Naughty girl,” Jimin teased. You bit your lip and turned in his hold.

“Do you think we could go? To the ocean?”

Jimin sighed and seemed to think for a moment. “I don’t see why you couldn’t go for a week to our Palace on the Albion sea. It’s warm this time of year, should be perfect for swimming,” he promised.

You... Not we...

“I’m not leaving without you,” you said. Jimin huffed and let you go, walking to the railing.

“I have much to do before my coronation. Plans to make, people to meet with... a witch to kill,” he growled. You walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders too ease his anger.

“It’s too much stress on you, you’re going to make yourself collapse at this rate! For your own health, come with me,” you urged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling I would enjoy nothing more than traveling to the seaside with you, but I have responsibilities,” he reasoned.

“You know, I’ve never been one for those bathing gowns that women use to swim. I much prefer just discarding all the unnecessary fabric and swimming freely,” you grinned. Jimin tensed against you.

“Don’t start,” he warned.

“I’m merely stating a fact,” you said, removing yourself from him. “Well, if you’re certain you can’t go then I have no doubt that Jungkook and Taehyung would accompany me to the palace. For the week. Alone.”

Walking back to the bedroom you heard Jimin whisper, before quickly making stride with you.

“Perhaps I could have the advisors do the heavy lifting this week. After all, I haven’t been to the beach in ages as well,” he agreed.

You smiled, silently cheering in your head. “If you think they could manage,” you goaded. Jimin just shook his head and sighed in defeat.

“There’s no winning against you, my dear,” he chucked.

“I’d say my win is in our best interest,” you smiled. Jimin nodded before heading towards the bed. You turned to shut the balcony doors when you saw it... However small it was, fading against the darkness of the forest. Your eyes were not mistaken.

The same orange light from days ago...

* * *

Loading up the carriages had taken a majority of the morning.

Father Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi were staying to ensure that the Castle was protected in Jimin’s absence.

You hugged Father Jin tightly, knowing a week without him would be dreadful. He patted your hair, letting you hold him tight.

“Be good, I will be praying for your safety,” he whispered.

“I’ll be back,” you grinned. “But I can’t promise my behavior will be that of a Lady.”

Jin coughed and then let you go. “I will certainly be praying,” he sighed.

You waved to Yoongi as you climbed into your carriage. Hoseok gazed at you, making your heart stutter painfully. You hadn’t told Jimin, and you didn’t intend on it.

For now, you were safe.

Jimin pulled himself into the carriage beside you and shut the door quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be riding with you.

“Highness,” You tutted.

“Is it so wrong that I wish to accompany my wife?” He asked.

“You know that’s not the worry,” you reminded.

“It’s not a long trip, I’m confident that we can ride together,” he stated.

A knock came on the carriage door. Namjoons face greeted you as he looked in.

“Damn,” Jimin breathed.

“Your Majesty, I believe your carriage is the next one up,” Namjoon said. Jimin huffed and a pout made its way onto his face. You struggled to not giggle.

“I’m going to ride with my wife for this trip,” he said.

“Highness,” Namjoon warned.

Jimin groaned before turning to you. “Apparently I’m being called away, my dear. I'll see you in a few hours,” he said. Leaning close he place a soft kiss to your lips.

You froze in shock. Jimin had been incorporating small displays of a affection to you since your incident. Gentle hugs, soft kisses. It was wonderful...

Letting your mind wander you found your hand gripping his sleeve. Jimin smirked against your mouth before pulling away. Your cheeks stained pink and lips wet, you were incredibly enticing.

“Y-you know, a few hours will be an awfully long time without you,” you breathed. Your husband grinned, pressing his head against yours.

“Shall I give you plenty to think about while I’m gone?”

Jimin leaned in once more, before someone cleared their throat. He stopped and found Namjoon standing outside the carriage with pink cheeks. You laughed and placed a sweet kiss to his face.

“I think I’ve got plenty to think about,” you grinned. Jimin sighed and moved away from your form.

“I can’t wait to walk along the ocean with you, I’ll see you in a few hours,” he murmured before opening the carriage door once more.

You smiled as Namjoon scolded the Prince as he walked towards his carriage. A chuckle escaped you as Jungkook approached your door. He knocked and you nodded for him to open.

“Would you mind if we shared the carriage, My Lady?” He asked.

“Not at all, please,” you said, gesturing to the seat across from you. Jungkook sat down and soon after, the vehicle jolted.

“Are you excited?” Jungkook asked a few minutes into the ride.

“More than you could know,” you breathed, watching as the castle became smaller behind you.

“Have you been to the ocean before?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’ve heard so many stories of its beauty I can’t believe I’m going.”

“I’m glad we could go... I’m not sure when Jimin will get to see it again,” Jungkook whispered. You looked and saw worry on the guardsman’s face.

“What troubles you?” You offered. Jungkook bit his lip and shuffled in his seat.

“His Highness... I’m worried once he is crowned King, that he’ll forget that he’s also many other things... not only a King, but an older brother. Friend and fellow man of arms... a husband,” he whispered.

“A father,” you noted. Jungkook coughed and then looked at your stomach in panic.

“My Lady, does Jimin know? We mustn’t let word of this travel you know, it’s already so volatile a situation-“

“Jungkook, Not now. But in the future, ease your frantic thoughts,” you laughed softly. Jungkook panted and rested his head back against the seat.

“My Lady I thought my heart was going to stop,” he huffed. You just smiled and shook your head.

This trip would be good for you.

All of you.

* * *

You awoke to Jungkook gently nudging your arm. “My Lady, we’ve arrived!” He announced.

Lifting your head you saw the setting sun, and a vast amount of open water. Your heart hammered in your chest at the sight. You were so entranced that you didn’t notice Jungkook’s departure. He went to clear his throat when Jimin appeared.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw the ocean... it feels like forever,” he breathed.

“It’ll be good for you to relax, Highness. I’ll help Namjoon with the luggage and horses. Why don’t you and Lady Y/N go inside to take tea?” Jungkook suggested. Jimin nodded and moved to help you out of the buggy.

“Darling, we’ve arrived,” Jimin said, reaching for your hand. You tore your gaze away from the breathtaking view of the ocean and leveled your eyes with his.

He was a vision in this moment.

Hair ablaze from the setting sun, his eyes sparkling in the burning light. He was reaching for you, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge how right this felt. To be here with him. You realized that it could be anywhere with Jimin and it could feel like this.

Because if he was there, at least you had him.

If everyone in the world abandoned you... except for him... the world would still shine just as bright. Because he was the sun in your eyes. The light of the day and promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The words you ached to say sat on the tip of your tongue as Jimin helped you out of your seat and onto the different terrain. Your shoes sunk slightly, making you lean on your husband for support.

“The ground is softer than at home, my dear. Be sure to not hurt your ankles,” he warned, wrapping your arm around his.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Jungkook suggested we go for some tea, what do you think?” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Sounds enjoyable. But I think I’d prefer some coffee,” you jested. Jimin laughed and lead you towards the castle entrance.

It was so different than the other castles you’d been in while with Jimin.

The Palace of the Kingdom was bigger and of a deeper color stone. Almost black with age, holding an antique air about it.

Taehyung’s castle was also different. Sharing similar type of architecture to the Royal Palace, but clearly newer and of lighter stonework.

However, this Castle was breathtaking. Almost pure ivory it gleamed in the setting sun. You were astounded by its brilliance, and you wondered if you could make this your permanent residence.

“It’s made from the sandstone from a quarry three days travel from here. It is said this castle pre-dates my ancestors rule. The locals of the village to the West call it a Sand Castle. Isn’t that humorous?” Jimin said as the doors opened for the two of you.

If the outside had impressed you, than the inside astounded you.

The most luxurious of fabrics hung from large windows that lined the corridor. Huge chandeliers with glittering gems dangled from the ceiling. You looked around and noticed the sunlight coming in through the glass panes like a flood of flames.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the beauty before you.

Jimin looked at you as you were bathed in the twinkling afternoon light. You were focused on the view before you, but Jimin thought you were easily more worthy of his attention.

Your hair flowing from your shoulders in delicate curls, cheeks twinges pink and the light of the sun warming your skin. The fabric of your dress shifting in the glow of the atmosphere around you.

Everything about you was enthralling, and he couldn’t believe you were real. Standing before him wearing a ring that bound you to him for life.

Even though you’d gone through so much as a child. Being told you were meant for him from a young age. Not being allowed outside often and being punished when you weren’t absolutely perfect. Withstanding the criticism of marrying into a society based on lineage, of which you had none.

Living through the torture of being alone in the palace. Relying on Father Jin and your own mental strength to continue on each day... staying with him even though he hadn’t been faithful or attentive.

Giving him so much love and affection. Being understanding of his situation, and working with him to get out of it all together.

Having a witch trying to murder you, and then coming back from it twice...

You were incredible in his eyes.

And more than perfectly suited to be his wife, his Queen...

The mother of his future children?

With you, the possibilities didn’t seem so daunting anymore. Because at the very least, you had each other.

Jimin wasn’t sure if what he felt for you was love, adoration or just comfort. Comfort in knowing that there was someone beside him, and that he wouldn’t be alone in his castle either.

“Come, let us get some coffee,” Jimin suggested, taking your hand and leading your towards the many corridors the castle had to offer.

You looked around in awe at the passing paintings and many windows that showed views of the ocean.

Everything here sparkled in the evening sun. You found yourself being dragged into a cute little parlor room that had been decorated with elegant turquoise satin.

The slipper sofa sat against the wall angled so whomever decided to rest there would see the sea in all its splendor. Jimin brought you to the glass French doors that sat encrusted with delicate gold lacing.

This Palace screamed elegance and luxury. Never in your life did you imagine being married to the Prince would bring you to a place of such glamour. You thought your life would be spent, locked away from the world. Bringing children into the world for the purpose of continuing the throne. But, life decided to give you the sweetest of apples instead of a sour lemon.

And he stood there, basking in the sight before him...

Your sweet apple.

“The ocean breeze is lovely this time of year, not too hot to cause you to perspire, but not so cold to give you a fever,” he sighed.

“I’m glad we could come,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded. “Me too... I remember playing down on the beach with Father,” he frowned. “Unfortunately, my father won’t ever be able to see this palace again. His state is far too feeble to travel. It pains me to know his last memories here are fleeting ones from my childhood.”

You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Memories are still as such, I’m sure he doesn’t regret his time here with you and your mother. When we return to the Royal Palace, we will tell him of the fun we had here. And he’ll remember his memories here with you. I know when I’m old and weak in my bed, I’ll remember this place with such fondness,” you assured. Jimin brought you close and held you in his arms. Your words were so sure, so full of attentive affection for him that it made his heart swell.

You were far too good for him. Someone who was willing to kill you in order for an old tradition to be fulfilled. In order to protect, but at what cost was that protection?

He wasn’t going to be trading lives.

Because you can start doing atrotricious things with those kinds of thoughts. Eventually, human life holds no value any more... Jimin didn’t want to turn into that. He wanted each life to be precious. To hold weight in a room and discussion. People weren’t merely pawns on a board for him to be the decider for. They had pathways to travel, and sometimes paths intertwined.

Like yours and his.

Paths intervening and changing, twisting into different directions no one ever thought they’d go. Jimin surely thought this marriage would be the worst part of his life. However, you were kind and good. Your heart pure and courage prevailing over his stubborn exterior.

Jimin was cradling you in his arms so carefully, you wondered what he was thinking... As if you were a precious memory to him already. Something tangible in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Gently brushing your fingers through the nape of his neck, you smiled as you finally felt like you weren’t alone.

* * *

It was incredibly dark...

So dark and you were running. Running so fast that you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. You had to move, and quickly.

Your stomach throbbed as you looked down, you saw the swell of a babe resting in your womb. You were panicking. Someone was trying to hurt you and your baby.

Fear drenched you like a cold fabric, clinging to your mind as you continued to run. You had to go faster, to get away from the danger. You didn’t dare turn to face said terror. Certainly your heart would fail if you did.

Suddenly, you tripped and landed on your side.

Pain erupted from your body and you lay still in the brush. You struggled to lift yourself up, being heavily pregnant. There was shouting, someone saying your name.

“Y/N! Darling, where are you!?”

It was Jimin!

“JIMIN! I’m here!” you cried, throat feeling sore and scratchy. Footsteps came quickly, then Jimin’s head of blonde hair greeting you.

“My darling, are you alright?” he asked, cradling your face. You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“They’re trying to catch me,” you whimpered, holding your stomach. Jimin examined your side and then moved to help you up.

“Hurry, this way my love,” he urged. You followed him blindly, moving towards the darkness. Jimin’s hand was cold in your own. But that didn’t matter, because he was here.

Your mind was delirious from exhaustion. You just wanted to rest, body aching from the fear and exercise.

Jimin lead you into a small hut in the woods, nothing like the palaces you’d grown accustom to. “Here, my darling,” he offered, helping you sit. You did so, gently easing yourself onto the bed in the corner of the one room.

“Jimin, she’s coming,” you whispered. He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. “She wants our baby,” you sobbed.

“I’d rather die than let that happen,” he swore to you, gripping your hand. You nodded and felt a sweet kiss go to your lips.

“Jimin, I love-”

“Gah,” Jimin gasped. You looked down and saw a blade protruding from his stomach. Jimin’s lips were stained red from his blood. He collapsed to the floor and there stood Hoseok behind him, blade dripping crimson.

“I warned you,” he whispered.

“Jimin!” you cried, falling to his side at once.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?” he asked, chest heaving with effort to inhale and exhale.

“Do what, my love?” you asked, applying pressure to his wound to keep him with you just a moment longer.

“Let me... kill you... Now we all suffer, because you are selfish... Not only me, but our child as well,” he rasped. Placing his bloodied hand on your stomach, he looked pained. However, not from his wound. “I’m sorry my child, I must go before you.”

“Jimin, please! You promised me we’d do this together! You promised!”

The room went dark and you heard sharp cackling from all angles. As if you were being suffocated by the sound. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you felt a deep contraction in your stomach.

Were you going into labor?

“W-Who’s there?”

“She who has been betrayed by you, and those before you...”

The voice was like ice drilling into your skin. Sheer terror erupted from your frame as you tried to find a way out. To get away, to be safe.

“My darling...”

Jimin’s voice whispered.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?”

“Jimin, please where are you?” you begged.

“Enjoy these moments, my sweet. Because they will be fleeting in the end, and so will your life. Fleeting, and ending soon... Sweet dreams, Y/N...”

* * *

You awoke screaming.

Jolting awake in bed you felt tears burning in your eyes. You throat was raw and you couldn’t stop your trembling.

You couldn’t stop screaming, the fear and that voice... It was still in your mind and it wouldn’t leave. Only you screaming kept it at bay.

Jimin flew up in his position beside you in a flustered mess. “Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you and tried to comfort your cries. You held your head and tried to get the damned voice from your mind. All you wanted to do was drift into blackness, somewhere the sound of the ice wouldn’t follow.

“Shh, my darling, shhh,” Jimin spoke right in your ear. You froze and stopped howling in fear. Jimin rubbed your back and you turned to look at him. His eyes were bleary with sleep and he was exhausted.

“J-Jimin?” you asked, looking at his lips.

They were slightly pink and chapped from sleep... But there was no blood.

“I’m right here,” he assured, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh God,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

A strong cage locked around your waist. Jimin was holding you to him as you cried. All you could see was him on the ground with blood pouring from his wound. The mere thought of it made you want to gag. You moved away from his and held his face, checking for wounds. You moved your hands over his body, making sure that he was alright.

“He stabbed you,” you whispered, pressing your hands against his stomach. Jimin looked at your shaken form next to him, and he felt so helpless.

“Who, my darling?” he asked, holding your hand gently.

“He who wishes for my end,” you whispered.

“MY PRINCE? LADY Y/N? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT IN THERE? WE COULD HEAR SCREAMS FROM THE BARRACKS!”

Jungkook’s voice echoed from behind the door.

“We’re alright Jungkook! A nightmare plagued her, go back to sleep. I will soothe her,” Jimin called back.

“OF COURSE HIGHNESS! REST ASSURED LADY Y/N! WE WILL PROTECT YOU WITH OUR LIVES!”

The image of all those you’ve come to care for, bloodied and unresponsive on the floor flashed before your eyes. You tightened your grip on Jimin, unwilling to let go of him for even a moment.

“Y/N, what did you dream about?” Jimin asked, brushing a hand down your spine.

“The witch...”

Jimin’s face grew dark. “She won’t come near you, not if I have anything to do about it.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t need to... Maybe, it would be easier if I-”

“Hold your tongue, you will not utter that sentence,” Jimin warned.

“Jimin-”

“I won’t have it!” Jimin cried. “No! She doesn’t get to win, I won’t allow her to. For once, I’m happy. For once, I feel like I have someone who will listen to me not because I’m a Prince, but because you care about my feelings... I don’t want to lose my only support I’ve ever had... I also, don’t want to lose my future Queen... Most importantly, I can’t lose someone whom I’ve only just began to uncover,” he panted.

“Jimin, all of these people... And those not even born yet,” you swallowed thick. “All of them are at risk because of me. I can’t sleep with their lives on my conscience.”

“We’ve bent to her will for far too long. Father Jin is correct. If we believe your death would stop the years of heinous torture she’s procured, then we are truly the fools. I won’t let her win,” Jimin promised, wrapping his hand around yours.

A sour taste was left in your mouth as you discovered your defeat.

Jimin noticed your uneased and lifted your hands from your lap in into his own. “Y/N?” he asked, lifting your hands so you were palm to palm before your faces.

“Yes?” you responded softly.

“Do you know what the bands on our fingers mean?” he asked, pushing his ring finger against yours softly.

“That we are married, bound together by God and-”

“Not only that, darling... But we have duties to one another. I as your husband, and you as my wife. We can’t fulfill those duties to one another if you’re dead. I’m not through with you yet,” Jimin teased. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“You need to rest,” he urged, laying you down gently.

“I can’t sleep,” you whimpered. “That dreaded voice... It will follow me.”

“I’ll sing to you then, until you are asleep,” Jimin whispered.

You bit your lip before nodding. Jimin began to hum a simple lullaby, something you remember your own father singing to you as a fitful child.

The nostalgic melody swirled in your brain, and soon you were drifting back to sleep...

* * *

The following days passed in a blur. You were haunted by your nightmare, making you nearly unable to enjoy the ocean and the beautiful sights Jimin was enthralled with. You tried so hard to make sure that he came here with you, and now you were acting disinterested in everything he suggested!

What a horrible wife...

You did manage to go with him to the small village and meet with a couple people of the Council there. They cooed over your beauty and Jimin simply brushed it aside. The people here were known for loving luxury and holding things of beauty and grace to the highest standard.

But, they were kind and showed great amounts of hospitality.

While on your excursion, Jimin managed to get you to smile and laugh with him while exploring the woods.

He remembered you mentioning that you were a bit of an adventurer back in your childhood. Of course, Jungkook and Namjoon weren’t thrilled by the idea of you both running off into the woods unattended and quickly found you and redirected your adventuring to the city streets.

Returning back to the castle on the final night was bitter sweet.

You hadn’t been able to go swimming the entire time you were there due to high tides and a little storm that passed through two days prior.

However, tonight the water was calm...

You slipped on your silk nightdress and some slippers in the moonlight. Jimin was sound asleep in your bed. He’d gone out hunting with Jungkook and Namjoon that morning and came home dead tired.

Careful as to not disturb him, you pulled open the door and made your way down the stairs.

The castle was silent at night, not even the sound of animals outside were there to fill the deafening silence. But you heard the call of the ocean.

The gentle waves crashing on the shore sang out to your deprived heart as you quickly made for the beach.

Climbing over the large rocks and treacherous dips and sharp angled stones your heart began to race.

When was the last time you’d been swimming? Had it been so long that the sensation of climbing over such dangerous areas now filled you with fear? A spray of sea water hit you in the face and you stood in awe of the beauty. You couldn’t believe how thrilled you were to feel the ocean.

Water of any form called to you in such a way you couldn’t explain.

Dropping onto the damp sand you removed your slippers and tossed them aside.

The waves pushed and pulled against the shoreline, dampening the sand present. The moon and stars glimmered against the water like gemstones in jewelry. Although this sight was worth so much more than mere money.

Just being able to stand here, and witness nature... It filled you with so much gratitude. You were thankful to be alive so that you could experience things like this. To feel the water rushing over your toes and making you giggle.

Walking into the water you felt it encasing your legs. The temperature was pleasant if not slightly chilly. The weather was turning colder up north, so no doubt the same was occurring here. But for now, the water was perfect. Looking down you saw your nightdress darkening with the water.

You quickly dove under the waves, feeling the liquid caress your body and fill your heart with such joy. Breaking the surface you pushed your damp hair away from your face. Placing your head back in the water you looked at the bottom with interest.

However, soon your eyes began to sting because of the salt in the water. You pouted as you rubbed your eyes. The river never had that kind of effect on your eyes.

“I might like the river better,” you muttered, splashing the ocean in punishment.

“You know, it didn’t get to choose whether it wanted to be salty or not,” a voice carried through the night air.

You jumped and turned quickly to cover yourself.

Jimin stood on the shore, his arms crossed as he watched you.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, biting your lip in embarrassment. This was incredibly unladylike.

“I heard you leave the room. I was curious as to where you were going, so I followed behind you,” Jimin stated. You heard a small amount of anger in his voice, something that confused you.

Until you thought of why you’d be leaving in the middle of the night without telling your husband. A smirk grew on your face. “Did you think me to be having an affair?” you questioned, laughing at the end. Jimin flushed and quickly rubbed his neck.

You knew it.

“Of course I wouldn’t think so lowly of you,” he stated.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jimin,” you accused. Jimin huffed and crossed his arms in defiance.

“I am not jealous,” he declared.

“Surely not, I a merely jesting with you,” you chuckled. Jimin scowled.

“Don’t make me remind you whom you married,” he warned.

“You needn’t remind me, I always know who I married,” you smiled, brushing your hair from your face, flashing him your ring.

“You had better,” he stated. You shook your head before walking closer to shore.

“Would you like to join me?” you asked, walking just close enough for your dampened nightdress beginning to show. Jimin bit his lip and cleared his throat.

“I think you should come out of the water, you’ll catch a cold,” he coughed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you certain you wish for me to get out? These are my night garments, and there is nothing underneath this dress,” you warned. Jimin went slightly pale before glaring at you.

“That’s it,” he growled. Pulling his shoes off he stormed towards the water. You squealed before quickly swimming away from him.

“I was only teasing!” you cried from laughter, watching as Jimin chased after you in the water.

“I’ll teach you to tease me!” Jimin yelled, amusement hidden in his tone.

You both waded through the water, evading and attempting to capture one another. Your face hurt from smiling and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so light and bubbly.

You tripped up over a rock and were sent tumbling into the water backwards. Jimin was quick to grab your hand and pull you close to his body. You were panting from pushing yourself through the different medium. Jimin was tired also, soft puffs of breath hitting your face.

“You’ve caught me,” you announced, smiling. Jimin blinked slow, gaze flickering from your eyes then lower.

“So I have,” he pants.

“Shall you take a prize for your capture?” you whispered.

“I think I might,” Jimin confirmed before leaning forwards and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back slowly. You’d never been kissed like this before. The only other time you recall having such a passionate kiss was when Jimin aided you with your lust potion.

His soft, plump lips worked against yours as he began to move backwards towards the shore. You followed blindly, letting the waves and your husband guide you from the water you so loved.

The two of you fell to the ground, Jimin landing in the sand on his back. You falling on to of his torso, legs hooked over his hips. He stared up at you, eyes lidded and lips slightly swollen from yours.

It was silent except for your harsh breathing and the waves behind you.

Jimin brought his hands to your damp thighs and rubbed warmth into them. You shuddered at his touch and smiled down at him.

His hair was wet from the water, his skin sparkling in the moonlight. His hands traveled higher until they were locked with yours as he sat up. Jimin looked at you, shining under the light from the sky.

He could feel something burning in his blood. As if he couldn’t keep his mind straight while looking at you. All he wanted was to kiss you, make you submit to him and to have you all to himself. It was incredibly selfish, but he wanted to lock you away for only his eyes to view. Only his lips to kiss.

Only his love to have.

“I’m-uh, I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now,” Jimin confessed, easing your hands around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed his forehead gently.

“Until you’re sure of your feelings, then we can stop. For right now, sitting under the starlight with you makes my heart fill with joy,” you smiled. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.

“The nightmares that plague you, I am worried for your health,” Jimin sighed into your skin. You shuddered at the sensation, and because of the nightmares.

They had only gotten worse while being here.

And everytime you got closer to Jimin, it was as if the nightmares punished you for feeling so elated when he held your hands. It was like not being able to be happy without fear of doom befalling you later on.

“I-I... I’m sorry they frighten you so,” you tried to soothe him. He chuckled and pulled your face away to look at you.

“I believe in this situation, I am supposed to be comforting you my dear.”

You shook your head. “No,” you stated. “I don’t want you to have to worry about something as trivial as nightmares. It’s a childish fear anyways.”

Jimin frowned at your statement. “If it frightens you, then I don’t think it is childish. Even grown men and women are allowed to be afraid... Fear isn’t something you can outgrow.”

You sighed and brushed your wet hair off your face. Jimin marveled at the sight, unconsciously taking a strand between his fingers. You watched as he twirled it around his fingers and it fell against your chest.

Jimin’s eyes followed the strand and he moved forward, moving you on your back. You stared up at him as he sat with his hips against yours and face hovering over your lips. “I know this one emotion well,” he breathed. “Desire.”

He brought his lips to yours again. You were powerless to his advances, becoming pliant under his hold. All you wanted to do was please the man atop you. If that meant giving him your maidenhood right here on this beach then you would do it.

Everything about him intoxicated you. He was like the sweetest of wine in the middle of summer’s heat. A refreshing burn that left you light in the head and weak in the knees. A vibrant blush on your cheeks.

Jimin hadn’t seen you in such a state of undress in a long while, and he almost forgot how beautiful you were without those suffocating gowns. He scowled at the thought of the corsets that he mentioned the last time you were intimate.

He found you wearing them less, however you obviously weren’t comfortable in your own skin yet. Jimin knew the feeling well. He never felt like he looked desirable. However, you seemed to be enjoying his body at the moment...

You mewled when he pushed his groin against yours while he shifted up to get a better angle to your lips. He broke away for just a moment to heave in a large breath of air before diving back into your deadly kiss.

This was him...

Giving up...

He knew now, anything you’d ever want he’d give it to you. As much jewels as you could carry. Enough drink and food to make you soft under his touch. As many dresses and clothing items to fill fifty closets.

As many children as you would bear for him.

All of it he would give to you, because this feeling in his heart was so strong. So pure that he didn’t want it to ever leave. It felt like a part of him; you had become a part of him.

Somewhere along the way, you had stitched yourself into his heart. And now losing you would no doubt kill him.

“Jimin,” you breathed, bringing him from his thoughts. He set his forehead against yours and panted on your lips.

“Yes, darling?”

“I-I think we should go inside,” you whispered. “We’re both damp from the water, we’ll catch our deaths out here. Perhaps a warm bath for us both?”

“Shall we share the water, Y/N?”

You squeaked and turned a bright shade of pink before shaking your head quickly. Jimin just laughed and brought you both to your feet. “It was merely a suggestion my Lady, however you are correct. If we stay out here much longer I don’t think that I will be able to keep you pure,” he huffed. You bit your lip before interlacing your fingers with his.

“Come, before the chill takes us,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded and ran off with you towards the castle.

Everything was perfect in this moment.

If only it could stay that way...

I’m not taking a chance sis

HELLO. I just discovered your writing and you are AMAZING!!!!! Can you pretty please with sugar on top make a part two for Hurt Me...Please and I Belong to You? Thank you so much!!!!

I hate to say no to you guys, but these stories are one shots for a reason. No sequels will follow these stories. I’m sorry.

I need to save ma girl in the Afterlife.

Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.

Into Eternity Part V

Dont own the picture fam

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (not in this chapter srry), drama, action

Words: 6,236

Jimin and you hadn’t spoken in over a week.

Not by your wishes, you longed to talk to your husband about that night. The night filled with passion and affection you’d never known before. How you felt while his lips were against yours.

It wasn’t only that, you simply missed speaking with him in general. His presence once warm and inviting was now cold and shut off. It saddened you to think someone you were opening up to suddenly shut you out.

However every time you attempted to speak with him, a member of the inner circle of guards would stop you. Even though you were their future Queen.

They would ask you to follow them to the castle gardens, or to the training area to observe the sparring between guards. It was all mundane, and not fooling you either.

Today’s redirection came from Father Jin. The damned traitor...

He suggested coffee and cakes in the garden.

A needlepoint sat abandoned on the small table prepared for the two of you. Father Jin was immersed in his Holy words, and you were thinking of less than civil things.

Jimin’s hands running up your bare leg, caressing your skin with such care it made your heart ache. His petal soft lips that made you want to forever be connected with him.

But then there were the other things that simply made you smile. His laughter that sounded much like tinkling bells. You hadn’t heard it very often, but you knew it when it rebounded off the stone of the palace.

Then his tenderness with the people. How much they cared for and trusted him. He bonded with them so when he took the throne, everyone would be accepting of the change.

Everyone loved this man...

Including yourself.

Jin shut his Bible, making you jump in your seat. He chuckled before lifting his cup to his mouth. “You seemed deep in thought, what troubles you My Lady?”

“Nothing, Father-“

“You know it’s a sin to lie,” he remarked. His perfect eyebrow raised in judgement.

“Father I’m sure I don’t... oh, fine,” you huffed. Leaning back you let the wind blow on your face. Wanting nothing more than to rip the hair pins out of your locks. You settled for simply letting down your bun into a ponytail.

“What creates such heat within you?”

“He who is my husband,” you began. Jin cleared his throat.

“Well My Lady I am but a simple Priest I know not the inner workings. Hold, I know not the inner relations-“

“He spares me not a glance. I fear I’ve done something to upset him. When the Forsaken gave me that potion and he had to care for me, something happened,” you sighed.

“Well, My Lady I don’t know what I am to do about that,” Jin stated.

“Get him to look my way, Father! I am in horrible guilt thinking I’ve upset him!” You whimpered.

Please work...

Please work...

“Well, Lady Y/N, there is no reason to fret over this trivial matter-“

“You think my marriage trivial?”

Caught like a bug in a spider’s nest...

“No! Of course not Highness, it’s just I don’t want you to be upset over something easily remedied!”

“You mean you’ll help me with this problem, Father?”

“Well, um-“

“Oh thank you!” You gushed, crossing your hands over each other in a praying manner. Jin sighed in defeat and rubbed his forehead.

“I’ll tell him I have something crucial to discuss with him at dusk in the lower sitting room. I’m assuming you know the one?”

“To the color of the drapes,” you smiled.

“Go in my stead then. I have a feeling I’ll be ill tonight.”

“But Father, lying is a sin,” you smiled before standing up and heading towards the castle with glee.

Finally, you’d be able to tell him everything..

* * *

Later on you found yourself in one of the many rooms this palace had to offer. Seeing as how there were books, you were entertained.

A knock came to your door.

“Enter,” you allowed.

A timid woman peaked her head in the door.

“My Lady, Father Jin has requested your presence in the Lower sitting room,” she announced, head low.

“I will be there promptly, thank you,” you said. Closing you book, you finished off your drink and headed towards the door.

The walk was silent save for the sound of your heels clicking on the polished stone work underneath your feet.

You had so much to discuss with Jimin... So many questions unspoken that it seemed ridiculous. You wanted answers, nay you needed them...

“Ma’am,” your maid announced as she stood outside the entryway.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching for the handle.

Pushing the door open you felt yourself smile. He stood before the fireplace, glass of wine in his hand as he stared at the open flames. You turned to the maid. “Please, let no one disturb us,” you requested. She nodded quickly before shutting the door.

Jimin seemed entranced by the blaze before him, as your approach didn’t move him. He remained where he was, facing the heat of the fire.

“Good evening,” you said, walking up to him. You watched as his body tensed at the sound of your voice.

“What is it that requires you to play games for my attention?” Jimin sighed, almost as if he was disappointed.

“I wouldn’t have to play games if you would join me for breakfast once in a while,” you stated.

“Have I upset you?” He asked, setting his goblet down firmly.

“Funny I was to ask you the same.”

The crackling of the fire roared in your ears in comparison to the void his silence gave.

“Jimin, I want to speak of us,” you declared.

“What of us?” He said, eye focused back at the fire.

“After that night-“

“What I did that night was to save your sanity. We needn’t discuss it further,” Jimin cut you off short.

“But Jimin I felt-”

“I’ll be short with you because I have many duties to attend to. If you want my attendance at breakfast then simply ask for the maids to wake me at that time. You have plenty to do around this castle, I can’t understand why you must bother me. If you want me to dote on you and give you every moment of my attention then I am afraid to inform you that I am unable to provide you with such. Or, is it the consummation you came for? Would you like me to bed you, as a man would?”

He was drunk.

He approached rapidly and moved to capture your mouth. But it felt wrong. His kiss was painful, not passionate. His grip tight not a caress. You pushed at his chest and ripped away from him, eyes gleaming with tears.

“What’s the matter with you?! What did I do, honestly?! Have I committed some heinous crime so now you don’t wish to speak with me? Whatever I did I apologize! I’m so sorry, Jimin... but I can’t do this without you... don’t leave me alone again,” you cried. Your knees went weak and you crumpled to the floor.

The man before you stared at your emotional state and rubbed his face. His eyes were red... had he been crying? “Leave me.” He whispered.

“But, Jimin,” you pleaded.

“I SAID LEAVE!” He bellowed. You scrambled to your feet and hurried to exit the room. Your trembling legs carried you to the corridor before entering the barracks.

You began to sob, body wracked with the realization you were alone. All of the love you’d received was a lie. Nothing for you to keep and to cherish. No, it was a bone waved in front of a starving dog. Only to be snatched away and hidden from sight once more.

Your chest ached as you hiccuped and cried. You ripped at your corset, digging into your flesh to rid yourself of the suffocating fabric.

“My Lady! My Lady, stop!” A familiar voice rang through the hallway.

Taehyung kneeled before you and took your head in his hands. You tried to pry away his touch but it was no use.

Taehyung thought he heard something up here, but he didn’t expect it to be you. He thought some animal was injured and was wailing for help. Not his future Queen. He examined your throat and chest with care before patting your head gently.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He questioned.

“I’m so alone,” you whimpered.

His heart shattered at your broken tone. Did Jimin do this to you? Had one of the nobles in the palace upset you? Taehyung filled with fury, before letting it fizzle. You needed to be taken care of first.

“Come here,” he said, adjusting your position so he could pick you up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your voice was scratchy from crying and weak from screaming.

Taehyung adjusted you in his grip before taking you towards your room. Finding one of his nurses he requested a soothing snack be made for you immediately.

When you were settled in your bed, a pair of older nurses coddling you, Taehyung took his leave.

The Prince was in for a wake up call.

* * *

It has been rough in the palace for you. You are frightened you’ll stumble across Jimin around a corner and face his wrath again.

You were terrified of the man you saw that night. He was nothing like the one who took you to bed and pleasured you. Filling your heart with such sweet butterflies.

It was rainy, the weather changing from the warmth of summer to the chill of autumn.

You were in your room, gazing down at the fields once more. The once flowering grass now say a brilliant shade of gold in the sun.

Much like your husbands hair...

Longing for his touch and his mouth you found you hand wandering towards your womanhood. Biting your lip you made your way to your bed.

You fell into the comfortable sheets imagining the scenario. You dreamed of him coming to you in the night, hushing you with a small giggle.

*“No one should know I’m here my love,” he'd laugh. Bringing you into his arms he’d kiss your face with adoration.

*“Enough of that, kiss me properly,” you’d demand. Jimin would comply and mold his mouth to yours with eager intentions.

*”I’ve missed you my darling,” he’d moan against your mouth. Taking your skirts and pulling them up over the soft flesh of your thighs. Placing your cool palm over your heated center you flushed.

“Ah, Jimin,” you sighed into the air.

You fingers worked deftly against yourself, careening into the sheets like a cat in heat. The sensations you made were nothing compared to those Jimin pulled from you, but it was enough to leave you sweating and panting on your bed.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” You whined into the bedding. You thought of him, mouth against your core looking like an angel but doing nothing but sinful activities.

His fingers moving inside of you with such grace it made your core throb. Gently you pushed your own finger inside yourself, feeling your tightness as just one finger.

So close, so close...

Your toes clenched as you cried out in release. Your wrist ached with strain, but you let the momentary bliss flood you. It was enough to distract you.

For now...

Jimin heard you crying as you began your self pleasure. He’d come fearing something had happened to you, when he found your door partially open he bit his lip and peered in.

There you lay on your bed. Corset pulled down to release your chest, breasts jolting with your frantic movements. Jimin's mouth felt dry as he drank in the sight of you.

He remembers how you felt like velvet against his lips, and the taste of you bitter sweet on his tongue. He could feel the stirrings of arousal building in his stomach.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” you cried for your husband. Him. His touch, no one else’s. His heart ached with the want to take you then and there. But he knew he mustn’t.

You had a purpose, to be loved only to be lost... Jimin could feel the displeasure sweeping up his body into his mind. However, his lower groin felt differently.

Jimin’s throat constricted at the sight of you, pushing your finger inside of yourself so slowly. He remembers your tightness wrapped around his fingers. Gods above, it was like heaven.

Jimin could feel his hardness in his pants growing unpleasant. He had to meet with one of his consorts, and soon.

With one final glance as you cried out your orgasm, Jimin hurried away from the door. He had to get you out of his mind.

/

“Ah~ your highness!” Hyunjae whimpered. Jimin pounded furiously into the younger male as his breath hit his neck.

“Silence.” Jimin demanded, pushing his head into the mattress. Hyunjae squeaked before obeying, letting the older male use him as he pleased.

Jimin could feel his partner clenching around him, but it wasn’t the same... you felt *better. And it infuriated him.

Picking up his pace he felt Hyunjae tap his hand for air. Jimin obliged and listened, releasing his impressive hold on the younger man.

“Oh! You feel so good in me sire, please can I touch myself, please!” He begged.

“I care not,” Jimin allowed. He was too focused trying to chase his high. Every time he was close Hyunjae would open his damn mouth.

“Ah-Ah! I’m going to cum, Highness please don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Jimin was practically spearing the poor man in half, yet there was no real pleasure. It felt good, but he knew you would feel better. He was so frustrated. He just wanted to forget, not worry about you... The pleasures of sin always wrapped around him and consumed his very being. However, now... Now he was merely reminded that you would take him better.

Your lips would feel more plush, pussy wetter.

“Cumming!” Hyunjae cried and shook as he released all over the sheets. Jimin tried desperately to follow, but to no avail... he simply went flaccid after a few minutes.

Jimin pulled out and watched as his consort collapsed on the bed. He sighed and pushed back his sweaty hair.

Even sex wouldn’t be enough.

“Sire, you didn’t finish?” Hyunjae asked.

“No, don’t trouble yourself over it. I’m simply thinking too much.”

“Who is it?” Hyunjae asked. Jimin’s eyebrows flew up.

“What do you mean?” Hyunjae smiled knowingly.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly. Jimin hesitated, but he wanted the sweetness of release so badly.

Closing his eyes Jimin felt Hyunjae come closer. “I won’t speak, but whomever has taken your mind, picture them now.”

Jimin hissed as Hyunjae licked his cock slowly. Your bright eyes came to mind immediately. Your beautiful, soft lips.

He could see you, on your knees before him with such hesitance, but he’d be patient with you. Staring into your eyes he’d smile and reassure you. It would all be fine, he’d love what you did no matter what. Because it would be you doing it.

Warmth enveloped his cock as he pictured the scene more. You’d taken his dick in your mouth and began swallowing to please him. Delicate wrists moving leisurely to pull more and more pleasure to the surface.

God your mouth was so hot. Jimin whimpered as Hyunjae smirked and cupped his balls knowingly.

“Ah! Y/N! Don’t tease me, please,” he cried. Hyunjae raised an eyebrow.

His wife is whom he was wanting to bed?

Hyunjae simply shook his head and continued. His Prince was close, he could tell.

Jimin’s abs clenched as he felt his release approaching quickly. “Ah! Y/N, gonna cum,” he gasped. He screwed his eyes tightly and felt all the tension snap.

His cum came pouring into Hyunjae’s throat as he tried to swallow it all. It surprised the young man how much his Prince produced.

His wife was truly lucky.

Once Jimin’s breathing leveled out, he cracked his eyes open. Hyunjae was across the room already pulling his shirt over his head. Jimin bit his lip and went to speak, but Hyunjae just smiled.

“I won’t say anything Highness. Sleep well tonight,” he waved before leaving. Jimin felt exhausted, but he knew there was much to do.

Your date was getting closer.

* * *

“My Lord I really don’t like this idea,” you sighed as Taehyung animatedly explained the plan to everyone.

He managed to rope all of the others into this scheme, even Father Jin.

“What is wrong with it? Please, elaborate!”

“Why do I have to stand on the roof??” You squealed. The thought of being up that high made your stomach drop.

“Because, if you’re on the roof of the palace Jimin will have to speak to you. Pulling you from the ledge he’ll reveal everything! And Jungkook will be waiting down below with Namjoon with the blanket in case you fall,” Taehyung shrugged.

“She’ll tear right through it, idiot,” Yoongi declared.

“Well, maybe just the fourth level then?”

“Maybe we don’t execute this plan,” you suggested.

“Listen, Jimin told us to keep you away from him for a reason. But he didn’t tell any of us either. We don’t agree with how he’s treating you, so we’re going to aid you,” Taehyung explained.

You sighed. You really did want to know why Jimin wasn’t speaking with you. Why he was drunk that night. If he truly cared for you.

“I relent, please tell me again,” you acquiesced.

Taehyung grinned before starting once more. “We have a walk scheduled with you and the guard at half past mid-day. Jimin has a meeting with a leader of a smaller town to the South about trading approximately the same time. So, once you are in view of the council room, you’ll take this,” He hands you a similar dart to the one that caused your spell about two weeks ago. “And place it as if you’ve been pricked once more. Father Jin will take the dart and start examining it. Then, you will get all flustered and collapse. I will see this from the council room and make a scene to worry our Prince. Father Jin will demand that the guards get him medical supplies immediately. Once they leave, he will give you this.”

Taehyung produced a dark purple via that made your heart pound. Jin took it carefully.

“What is it?” You questioned.

“A heavy sedative, it slows the heart and the breathing to simulate death. Soldiers use it to avoid being killed. It is safe, I promise you,” Taehyung vowed. You bit your lip, but nodded regardless.

“Next, we get you into the medical bay where Father Jin will be the only one allowed to give you aid. The rest of us will be present as well. My Lady, this is where we need you to act! Once in the medical bay, Father Jin will give you enough of the antidote to stir you awake. It will be difficult, but say you’re cold. Say you’re sorry for upsetting him. Jimin isn’t a bad person, we just have to crack his mask and make him speak,” Taehyung said.

“This seems better than standing on the roof,” you scoffed.

“That’s plan B.”

* * *

Today was Jimin’s meeting with the Council Member from the village. You were preparing for your walk with Father Jin. Dressing yourself in a deep green dress and letting your hair down you smiled. You enjoyed letting your hair down.

A knock sounded from the door.

“Enter,” you said. Father Jin came through the door and gave you a smile.

“Ready?”

You clutched the dart tightly in your hand.

“Absolutely.”

* * *

Taehyung watched as Jimin worked, waiting for you and Jin to come into sight.

Namjoon and Jungkook were also with Taehyung in Jimin’s meeting. He thought it would make sense to have Yoongi standing outside in the training area with his archers running drill. This way there was a first response once the guards scattered.

You walked silently with your arm with Jin’s. He kept you steady as your felt your heart racing.

The day was pleasantly chill, letting you wear your dense dress without discomfort. The deep green of the fabric reminded you of the forests near your house as a child. You smiled at the memory.

Jin tapped your wrist three times. Signaling, you were good to go

Taehyung fazed down from the window and saw you and father Jin walking with the guard.

“So what issues are you worried about?” Jimin addressed formally.

Taehyung smiled. His friend was about to get a surprise.

* * *

You waited until you could see Jimin’s face in the window before wincing and placing the dart on your neck. “Ouch,” you stopped. The guards in front of you stopped as well and turned to you.

“My Lady what’s wrong?” Jin asked, calm. You pulled the dart away from your neck and stared at the object in your hand.

“No Father, not again,” you breathed. Jin quickly took the dart and began examining it closely. You started to fan yourself and eventually you gripped onto Jin’s arm.

“My Lady, are you alright?” Jin asked. You shook your head. Jin turned to the guardsmen. “Quick, find me medical supplies, and hurry,” he demanded.

The guards scrambled and headed towards the castle. Yoongi watched and headed your direction as well.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, coming closer.

“Our Lady simply doesn’t-Oh!”

You fully committed and tipped backwards, falling into the grass. Jin and Yoongi rushed over.

“Quick, you have to drink,” Jin said. You swallowed quickly and winced at the bitter flavor. But soon your tongue was going numb and head swimming.

* * *

Taehyung watched with rapt attention. You were hanging onto Father Jin rather tightly. Taehyung beckoned Jungkook over to the window.

“When she collapses, rush out of the room. Namjoon will follow.”

“Taehyung, what’s the matter?” Jimin asked from his seat at the table.

“Your wife, sire. She appears to be feeling ill,” Taehyung noted, sounding confused.

“What do you mean? Pardon me for a moment,” he addressed the Council Member. Coming to Taehyung’s side they saw Yoongi approach and then you completely fall backwards. Your hair splaying across the ground like art. Taehyung had to hold his tongue to save face, you really did go for it.

Jungkook bolted from the room, Namjoon following shortly after him. Jimin was pale, watching as everyone scrambled below.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelped. He halfway turned to the Council Member. “I’m sorry, but I must see if she’s alright,” he stated before moving quickly out the door. Taehyung followed him with haste. “Shit,” Jimin cussed. “I hope those two left to search the perimeter.”

“I’m certain they’re acting on their instincts.”

Jimin rounded the corner and burst through the doors to the training grounds. Yoongi’s archers stood with solemn expressions.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled. You heard his voice, but couldn’t move. You even felt your heart beat slowing.

“Father, what can we do?” Yoongi said, attempting to sound distressed.

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t seen this type of poison before,” Jin whispered.

“My Lady!” Taehyung's voice was close. Footsteps began to get louder and louder as Jimin and Taehyung closed in.

Jimin’s heart was pounding. How could this happen? Again? You didn’t deserve your fate. He wished you were different, that he could save you from these damn cruelties.

You felt warm palms on your face. Jimin...

Taehyung watched as Jimin fell down beside you, taking your face in his hands.

Your were pale, the normal rose of your lips gone. Your skin was clammy and cool. You were dying.

“Oh God, Y/N,” Jimin whimpered. He wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t know you well enough. There was still time... wasn’t there?

“Your highness we need to move her to the infirmary,” Father Jin urged. You heard more footsteps. The guards were coming back with the medical supplies. A pram lay in their possession.

Namjoon and Jungkook came now, you heard their shouts.

“Is she well?”

“The grounds are clear!”

“Y/N please wake up!” Jimin's voice cracked. His chest hurt and he was too overwhelmed.

“Namjoon, Jungkook, help me lift her onto the pram,” Father Jin requested. Jimin’s hands disappeared and you felt other hands on your body.

“On my count,” Namjoon said. “One, two, three!” You felt yourself be lifted into the air and placed back down gently.

“Quickly, we don’t have time to waste.”

Soon you felt the ground lift away as you were rushed to the palace. You heard Jimin’s sniffles next to you. He was following.

/

Jimin was pacing outside of the door. Taehyung watched as he furiously chewed on his lip. A bad habit he picked up from you. It was because he was always looking at your lips.

“Highness, Father Jin will ensure she’s alright. He just needs to do a full body examination first,” Taehyung soothed.

“I’m her husband, I should be allowed in there,” he complained. Taehyung concealed his grin.

“Patience my Prince, she is is good hands.”

Jimin couldn’t calm down. If you died before he... before he could apologize. Before he could tell you he wanted to make your marriage work, even with the limited time you had. How could he live with himself?

How could he live with himself knowing what was still to come?

The door cracked open and Father Jin’s saddened face appeared. Jimin flew to the door. “How is she? Is she alright?” He asked. Father Jin placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“I doubt she will make it through the night Highness,” he declared.

He simply couldn’t believe it. He knew the day would come where he’d have to be the reason for your demise... but here? Now? When he hadn’t gotten to tell you how beautiful you were in the morning light. How sweet your smile was... Jimin’s knees gave out as he fell to the floor.

He let this happen to you. It should have been him to do it. At least he would’ve made it painless. So fast you wouldn’t know what happened. He wanted to show you kindness and love so that when you did die, it wouldn’t be alone.

Yet he’d been so cold to you. He’d forced himself on you while inebriated and scared you. He was despicable.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “You should go see her.”

Jimin nodded as he stood. Father Jin invited Taehyung in as Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook all rounded the corner.

Before they could speak Jimin rushed past Father Jin and was at your side. Guilt boiled in his heart as he looked at your weak frame. God above, you must be in so much pain. Your hair plastered to your forehead in sweat.

“Darling? It’s me, Y/N? Can you hear me?” He whispered. Everyone else filed in slowly, shutting the door.

Your could hear him, and Jin has given you a small amount of antidote. So you could move your fingers a little. Jimin kissed your hand and looked at you, waiting.

“Y/N, please wake up,” he begged.

Even Taehyung felt bad at this point. The Prince was devastated.

You managed the Herculean task of opening your eyes to peer at him. His eyes were red and sparkling with fresh tears. Jimin’s skin was slightly pale and his fingers were shaky in your own.

“Jimin?” You croaked out slowly.

“Y/N! I’m here,” he cooed, patting your damp hairline with his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No, no I’m the one who is sorry. I-I’ve been a deplorable husband and I hope you can forgive me. I want to be better... for you I want to be better,” he ached.

“Why didn’t you talk to me after? You just left after we-“

Jimin shushed you, placing a kiss on your head. “I was too embarrassed to stay. You were a vision and I, well I was quite nervous,” he teased. You chuckled but the dryness in your throat caught, making you cough.

Father Jin approached with some water for you.

“See if this helps my dear,” he said. Jimin took the cup and helped you drink slowly.

“Jimin,” you started.

“Yes?”

“Do you care for me?” You asked, feeling your eyes drooping.

“Absolutely. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I do,” he stated firm.

“Then why don’t you get close to me? We’re married, you have to live with me... for the rest of our lives...” you heaved.

Jimin felt his heart clench. As you lay dying, you should know... you deserved to know.

“I’ll tell you the story... a very long time ago, one of my ancestors fell for a woman who practiced magic. She was a witch, but he cared not. He loved her anyways. Then, an ancestor of yours came along and found love with the Prince. She cared deeply for him, and he returned her love. So they were married. The witch was furious when she discovered her lover was taken from her... so she slaughtered villages and continued until she made it to our Kingdom.

My ancestor pleaded with the witch to spare his people. She agreed under one circumstance. That he kill his bride. He told her it was to high a price, but your ancestor said to do it. If he loved her, that was all she needed. So, my ancestor told his bride he loved her before killing her. The witch was appeased until a few decades later a descendant of that very woman appeared. See your ancestor had several sisters. So, to appease the bloodthirsty witch, every other decade a Prince would take her descendant as his bride... and before their fifth month of marriage, he kills her. This is how we keep the witch at bay.. she controls the forsaken. The reason they’ve been attacking us, and you is because they’re telling me I need to... I need to uphold my end of the bargain,” Jimin sighed.

The room was silent.

“That’s archaic! You can’t possibly think to kill her!” Taehyung barked.

“Then what shall I do, Taehyung? Let her butcher my people? Kill all of those who seek my protection? For one person?”

“Not just a person, your wife!” Taehyung accused.

“Tae,” Namjoon warned.

“There has to be another way,” Jungkook whispered.

“Surely, Majesty I implore upon your judgement,” Father Jin pleaded.

“Please heed my words: if there was another way, I would find it,” Jimin breathed.

“Then why don’t we?” Yoongi suggests.

“Has anyone ever tried to kill this witch?” Tae asked.

“They never get close enough to try,” Jimin sighed. Jungkook spoke next.

“We don’t have a choice, I won’t let you kill her,” Jungkook declared. “I made an oath to the royal family. Not just you, Hyung. If she dies, then I will have failed my oath. That is punishable by death,” Jungkook stated.

Namjoon approached also. “If Lady Y/N dies, then I will have failed as Head of the Royal Guard. That failure is also punishable by death,” he declared.

Father Jin nudged Yoongi. “Didn’t you take that oath?” He reminded.

Yoongi sighed and shrugged. “I guess you should kill me too, as Head of the Royal Archers,” he said.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jimin. “I’m sure Hoseok wouldn’t be pleased if your bride dies before he could meet her.”

Jimin smiled brightly at all his friends. They could do it, surely. Jimin almost didn’t notice how your hand fell from his, hitting the bed with a soft thud. He turned quickly, looking at you panic stricken. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked, reaching for your hand. It was chilled to the touch, and his heart sank.

“Father, perhaps there’s something you can do for her?” Taehyung presses, elbowing Father Jin in the ribs.

“Oof, ouch,” he whined. Taehyung widened his eyes to express his meaning. Father Jin caught on. “Oh, yes... I have no idea if this will work. But it’s worth a shot.”

Jin came forward with the antidote. Jimin’s eyes were fresh with tears as Jin presses the vial to your mouth.

Carefully he poured the liquid in, massaging your throat until you swallowed. The effects were slow, externally it appeared it wasn’t working.

“No, no, no Y/N! My darling, please,” Jimin cried. You wanted to comfort him, but the antidote was slow.

“Come, lets leave them,” Father Jin suggested. Taehyung nodded and collected the other men. The door shut and told you, you were alone.

Jimin’s cries made your heart ache. Why did Taehyung think this was a good idea? You felt your toes curl and then you could feel your foot. Slowly, but surely the thick veil of death peeled back.

Soft kisses were placed on your hand as Jimin began to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I have been a terrible person to you. You reveal intimate parts of your body and heart to me, and I ran away because I was too frightened to accept the change in myself. I had only ever lied with men before you,” he confessed.

Confusion struck through your body.

Jimin? Laying with a man?

The thought didn’t repulse you, merely fascinated you. Even though he lied with men, he was here with you. Did that mean he cared for you?

“But when we began to talk, to know one another. You were a breath of fresh air. You were so different from anything I was used to. You were so quiet and soft, but endearing and such an intelligent woman. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you, not like you deserved... I-I dreamed of a child... that night I kissed you I was drunk. But when I fell asleep I saw a child, beautiful and healthy. Our child,” Jimin whispered.

You began to feel the tops of your thighs and your pelvic region. You felt soft pressure on your stomach.

“I wish I could’ve made a child with you. You’d be so beautiful, bearing our babe in your womb. They’d be so perfect. I’ve been such a fool, forgive me,” he whimpered against your stomach. You could feel his arms tightening around your hips, his face buried into your dress.

The tips of your fingers twitched and you wanted to reach out for his head. Just to tell him.

*I’m here... I care for you. I’m right beside you, always.

Your fingers finally moved enough to where you could inch them across the bed. Jimin still remained on your stomach, crying as he mourned you.

Your hand finally made contact with his soft hair. You could feel this silly strands beneath your fingertips.

Abruptly, Jimin snatched your wrist. You felt him trembling. Slow and measured breaths began to move into your lungs.

“Y/N?” He whispered.

Softly, you opened your eyes. It’s was blurry, but Jimin’s outline was there. Right at your side.

“J-Ji-min,” You rasped, coughing on his name.

“Oh God, Y/N,” he sobbed.

Scooping your face into his hands he kissed you gently. You were too tired to kiss back properly, but you smiled lethargic.

“Jimin,” you whispered, taking his face in your palms carefully.

“I thought I lost you, I-I don't know how my ancestors could cope... I never want to feel like that again,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry... to frighten you...” you said, unable to really speak as Jimin kissed your face.

“I’ve never been so scared. When I saw you collapse, I-My heart froze over like the winter frosts.”

“I’m cold,” you muttered, the antidote leaving your body ravaged and sore.

“I’ll bring you to bed my darling,” he said, moving to stand. You nodded and waited for Jimin’s arms to envelope you.

“I want to sleep with you,” You whined. Jimin coughed.

“You’ve been through a great deal today, we’ll have plenty of time for, uh, consummation another day,” Jimin stated.

You shook your head as Jimin brought you into his embrace. “Just want... close...”

He bit his lip, looking down at your frame in his hold. How would he be able to deny you anything you wanted when you looked like this? “I yield to you my darling. But we are only sleeping,” he clarified. You nodded, resting your head in his neck.

“That’s all... I want,” you murmured. Wrapping your arms around his neck Jimin adjusted his grip before heading out of the door.

* * *

The boys all stood at the other end of the hallways peering at the infirmary door when it opened. Jungkook watched as Jimin’s smile remained endearing at your sleeping form.

“He’s so taken with her,” Father Jin sighed blissfully.

“Never thought someone could break down his walls like that. She’s something else entirely,” Namjoon smiled.

“Humorous that I can say our prince is pussy whipped,” Taehyung thought.

A sharp smack resounded throughout the Hall.

“Ouch! The fuck?” Taehyung yelped. Jungkook rubbed his forehead.

“Don’t speak of your future rulers in such a vulgar tone!” Jin reprimanded.

“I wasn’t-”

“Taehyung, what trouble have you caused now?”

The group stopped their bickering and looked forward in astonishment and horror.

Hoseok, Royal Messenger and assassin stood before them, looking as if he was about the parish in the hallway.

“Hoseok!” Namjoon yelled, rushing over to his brother. Father Jin ushered them all towards the infirmary.

Once Hoseok was situated in the bed and Father Jin and Jungkook has set to work on his wounds, Namjoon asked the question heavy in the air.

“What happened to put you in this state?”

“The witch,” Hoseok coughed. “She’s getting angry, the bride of the Prince... she has to perish soon, or the village to the south will be in ruins.”

“Y-Y/N?”

As Jimin lay in bed with you, arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he could help himself from staring out the window. His eyes caught the slightest movement at the edge of the forest...

A bright orange light that faded as he slipped into sleep.

The light of a torch...