EXcuSe ME? When Did This Happen? I Feel Underinformed And Slightly Sad Because A Cherry Bun Is An Icon.

EXcuSe mE? When did this happen? I feel underinformed and slightly sad because a cherry bun is an icon.

180622 Jungkook - Lotte Family Concert (cr: Spinel)

+Bonus:

I’m not taking a chance sis

October

Which Baby Are You?

JANUARY BABY

Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance your personality.

FEBRUARY BABY

Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.

MARCH BABY

Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days.

APRIL BABY

Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that’s caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize that you are very much alike in the next 2 days.

MAY BABY

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak too much in the next 4 days.

JUNE BABY

You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.

JULY BABY

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days

AUGUST BABY

Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of “that someone”. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by “no pain no gain” caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.

SEPTEMBER BABY

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. If you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.

OCTOBER BABY

Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will not meet the love of your life for 10 years.

NOVEMBER BABY

Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins & you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.

DECEMBER BABY

This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible… Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.

hoseok really just… ©

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...

Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

Here’s a new chapter to prove that this story actually has smut in it.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Prince Jimin, Adventure, Drama, Smut, Angst

Words: 7,094 (Longest chapter ever, opps)

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

The morning sun shone through the curtains in your room. Jimin was gone, probably left earlier to dress for breakfast. You stood up and stretched, letting the feeling of fatigue leave you for the time being. Last night had you feeling different. As if for the first time in your marriage, something sparked. You felt closer to Jimin as a person and not as the Prince of this land. That idea comforted you.

You stood up and wrapped yourself in your dressing gown, going out onto the balcony once again. There, on the balcony, was your husband. Stood in the beautiful morning glow, peering down at the land below him. His blonde hair billowing in the breeze. A soft, white dress shirt adorned his frame. Jimin was facing the fields, looking at how long they went on for. Perhaps, if he thought and wished hard enough, they could go on forever. A dream land where the beautiful rows of flowers never ended and it was just him, free to be whomever. Not a Prince, not a ruler, but just Jimin.

Just himself.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with sleep still in your eyes. The wind came and blew the flower petals up and off of their original homes. You watched as they swirled through the air and wrapped around Jimin’s face, one landing on his head in the perfect spot.

You couldn’t help the giggle that came through was louder than intended. Jimin turned quickly, seeing you and relaxing.

“Good morning,” he offered, watching as you came closer. You smiled, standing next to him and peering over the fields as well.

“It was nice to sleep in the same bed last night, wasn’t nearly as lonely as I am used to,” you said, leaning over the railing. Jimin watched as you leaned over and basked in the sights before you. What you didn’t know was your dressing gown was coming undone, and your nightgown was on full display. You paid little attention, however Jimin had never been more focused.

Your smooth skin was being revealed to him in such a tantalizing way. You weren’t meaning to show him this much, but some part of you wasn’t stopping it either.

Although, Jimin’s mind was highly confused at the slowly stiffening member in his pants. You were a woman... He was fairly certain his preferences laid with men... However, since you’ve come into his life, Jimin hadn’t been particularly sure of anything.

“I’m sorry to have been neglecting you, I don’t wish for you to feel lonely,” he apologized, turning to look out at the scene with you.

“Not neglecting, keeping your distance for the time being. I understand and am not offended... It was nice though, to have you with me last night,” you said, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he said, turning to look at you.

“Mhmm?” you asked, hair blowing in your face and falling back into place soon after. Jimin hadn’t seen something like that before. So elegant yet not on purpose. You were a sight to behold in the morning. Sleep still evident in your features, but, not making you seem undesirable or ‘gross.’

Your hair blew in the breeze framing your face, a relaxed expression sitting upon your features.

“I’d very much like to learn more about you, as my wife and as a person,” he suggested, looking for any unsavory emotions related to his statement.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, what is your favorite pastime?” he asked. You smiled.

“I know I should say reading or needle point, but I really don’t have the patience for those things,” you sighed, rubbing your arms. “I truly love being outside and adventuring as childish as it may sound. However, since I am a bit more prone to ailments, mother always kept me inside and away from any kind of adventure... That doesn’t mean I couldn’t sneak out here and there,” you smiled.

“I can see you doing something along those lines,” Jimin chuckled. The wind came through again and you inhaled deeply.

“I love flowers, it doesn’t matter what kind. Any of them would please me,” you stated, looking at the field below with adoration. Jimin decided that look on your face was his favorite. Utter joy, simply brought to you by flowers.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said.

“And-”

“Your Majesty!” Namjoon’s voice rung out through the room as he barged in. His loud boots gave away his path, as it directed towards the very balcony you found yourself scantily clad upon. You jumped in shock and attempted to cover yourself. Jimin wrapped his arms around you protectively and hid your frame from the oncoming barrage.

“Namjoon!” Jimin growled, giving him a deadly glare. Namjoon hadn’t even made it to the balcony yet and he was already slowing in his path.

“Your Highness, I have a message of the utmost importance-”

“You are being extremely uncouth, Namjoon! My wife is in a state of undress, and these are our quarters. Leave, before I make you,” he said, keeping a firm grip on you.

“Oh! My apologies Lady Y/N, your majesty... P-Please do hurry, it is of grave importance,” Namjoon stated before rushing out of the room. Jimin sighed and undid his arms from around your body.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear, he doesn’t think before he acts. I’ll make sure that he is spoken to about it,” Jimin apologized before grabbing your dressing gown and tying it tightly around your body, giving you some modesty to preserve.

“You should go,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“I want you to come with me,” he stated, holding your wrist in his hands.

“Once I dress, I’ll be with you promptly,” you assured. “Now, Namjoon wouldn’t barge in for no reason. I’m sure whatever it may be requires your attention. I shouldn’t keep it all for myself,” you teased.

“Please have haste, I’ll see you soon,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your head before heading out of the room. A small smile fell upon your lips and you moved to get dressed.

* * *

Jimin walked the halls of Taehyung’s palace, following the carpet to the war meeting room. Per Namjoon’s request, he was quick. Although, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. How you looked in the soft morning light and how his heart raced when you spoke of flowers... You were a mystery beginning to unfold, and Jimin couldn’t wait to know more about you.

Entering the room, Jimin couldn’t shake the small grin on his face. Until he saw his friends bloodied and exhausted.

“Jungkook, Taehyung! Are you alright?” Jimin asked, swarming them and looking at their injuries. Maids hurried about, working on their patients. Namjoon approached Jimin and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“An ambush. Attacked the guardsmen in the night, we aided in their fight... But we took heavy losses. Yoongi says it was planned, must’ve been planning it for months now. And when finding out you and your wife were here, what better an opportunity to overthrow the unprepared guard and get right to you,” Namjoon stated.

“How many dead?” Jimin asked, looking around the room.

“So far? Twelve, although I fear the count may go higher,” Namjoon said with his head faced towards the floor.

“Where is Father Jin?” Jimin asked, wondering if the Priest faired well in the conflict. You’d be upset if he was taken from you.

“Safe, currently praying over our deceased. Giving them their last rights as heros for the Kingdom,” Namjoon explained.

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

“W-What happened last night, with you and Lady Y/N? You didn’t return to your quarters until early this morning and we were all worried something might have happened to you!”

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

“Oh, really... Majesty, are you and your wife becoming closer?” Jungkook questioned, grinning madly. Jimin felt his throat tighten.

“What my wife and I do when the public isn’t watching doesn’t concern you,” Jimin warned. Jungkook pouted at being shut out by his elder, but remained silent.

“So-”

“I am here to announce, Lady Y/N Bride to our Royal Highness Prince Jimin and future Queen of our kingdom,” a male voice shouted through the hall.

You walked forward and gave Jimin a soft smile. Turning you thanked your announcer and made your way to your husband. Jimin gave you a soft bow before taking your hand comfortably. You then turned to everyone with concern. Kneeling in front of Taehyung and Jungkook you looked at their wounds.

“Are you in pain?” you asked, examining their bandages. Jimin gave them a nod and they began to chat like excited children.

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about hyung,” Jungkook teased. Taehyung scoffed and poked him in the rib, making a very unattractive squak come out of him. “Ow!” Jungkook whined. Taehyung snickered and Jimin just shook his head.

“What happened?” you questioned, looking at Jimin for answers. Your husband walked forward and kneeled next to you.

“An attack, the Forsaken came in the night and attacked the castle,” Jimin explained without hesitation. Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other in shock. The future King had just responded to a direct question with no formalities used.

“How many have passed?” you asked again. Taehyung and Jungkook were exchanging looks between each other. Namjoon and Yoongi had taken notice as well. Jimin normally wasn’t this conversational with you.

“Namjoon told me that 12 had passed, that’s where Father Jin is,” Jimin said. You nodded and stood up, looking around.

“Was it an ambush? These wounds and the variations seems to be consistent with those of an attack with no real organization,” you noted. Namjoon looked to Yoongi for some kind of explanation, but his elder expressed just as much confusion to the situation.

“Exactly,” Jimin approved. You smiled and then went to the nurses and asked for supplies to help in aiding the soldiers.

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

“Yes?” Jimin responded, turning to them without letting you out of his sight.

“A-A report came in from Hoseok,” Yoongi said, holding the telegram out for the Prince to take. Jimin did so, unraveling the parchment with delicate fingers.

“I see, the Queen misinterpreted their strategy. They aren’t wanting to rush me into the throne... they’re trying to ensure the throne dies off. If it did so, the Kingdom could fall into ruin,” Jimin whispered, gazing off into the fields below.

“Highness?” Your voice rang out throughout the hall, clear as a bell. Jimin turned his head and gave you his attention.

“Yes?”

“If it was an ambush, then we should be prepared for another attack. We know not the impact it had on their troops, yet we’ve shown all our cards. We should regroup and think of defensive strategies,” you suggested.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood shocked. Jimin thought for a moment. “You make valid points. Taehyung, Namjoon? What are your thoughts on the matter?” Jimin asked.

“A defensive strategy would keep us from losing more men outright with front facing combat,” Namjoon rationalized.

“Although we were on the defense this past attack and we have nothing to show for it,” Taehyung reminded.

“However this was an ambush, not an expected battle,” Jimin stated. “I’d like to see an increase of the guard around preliminary entrances. As well as partners systemically being placed in weak points of the walls. Yoongi, I’d like your archers set in locations where hand to hand combat is difficult. Jungkook, your swordsmen will be most effective around the palace. Make sure shifts are being handled dutifully,” Jimin ordered.

You watched as everyone tuned into Jimin's strategy. He was very thorough about positioning and ensuring security around high ticket places on the grounds.

“It’ll be done your Highness,” Namjoon said, Boeing his head.

“Wonderful,” Jimin announces with a clap of his hands. “I think I’ll take a walk in the gardens. Y/N, care to join me?” He asked, reaching his hand out for yours.

You paused, looking at his warm palm with something similar to elation. Right before you placed your hand in his, a soft prick was felt in your neck.

“Ah,” You hissed, holding your neck and feeling something protruding from your skin. Carefully, you pulled the object out, holding it in front of your face. However, it was all becoming very blurry.

“Y/N?” Jimin questioned, coming closer.

“I-I... something’s not...” you whispered before hurtling towards the ground in a heap.

“Y/N!” Jimin cried, falling to his knees and gathering you in his arms.

Nurses rushed over and examined your frame, checking your pulse and the object that had caused the fainting spell. Namjoon ordered men to search the perimeter and Jungkook had his swordsmen to scout the palace.

“Y/N! Wake up, can you hear me?” Jimin pleaded, shaking you gently in his hold.

His heart thudded dangerously against his ribcage as he gazed down at your flushed frame. A Nurse took your hand in hers and found your pulsepoint, assuring the Prince that you were still alive.

“She’s breathing, and her pulse is still strong,” she stated.

“Y/N,” he whispered, holding your face in his hands.

He wasn’t sure why, but it was all he could do to keep himself from crying.

Why was he so scared?

The memory of you on the balcony that morning. How beautiful you appeared to him, and how frightened he was now... The thought of you being harmed in anyway taking the shape of an ugly beast named Fear.

Much to Jimin’s relief, Father Jin was brought in soon after the incident. Considering his extensive knowledge on herbal remedies.

Jimin had carried you to an empty guest room, holding your hand as he waited for answers. Taehyung and Jungkook stood behind the Prince, wishing to ease his worries.

Namjoon and Yoongi stood by the door, ensuring that no one would disturb you.

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

“Is that bad?” Jimin questioned, gripping Taehyung hand on his shoulder.

“No, not particularly. Are we sure she isn’t fainting due to her menstruation?” Jin asked. Jimin blushes and shook his head.

“S-She’s not nearly as ravenous as she is when she’s bleeding,” he commented. Jungkook made an odd face, one Taehyung chuckled at.

“Perhaps she’s experiencing fainting spells due to a child?” Taehyung teased.

“She could be. Pregnancy is strenuous on a woman’s body. Jimin have you and Lady-“

“No, no we haven’t. I’m, uh... well she,” Jimin scrambled, looking for words.

You felt a pounding in your head when you opened your eyes. Slowly, your vision began to adjust.

But it was so hot...

“She’s opening her eyes!” Jungkook announced with a grin.

“Y/N!” Jimin gasped, holding your hand to his cheek. You gave a weak smiled before swallowing thickly.

“W-warm,” you croaked, feeling your throat scratching with each attempt at breathing. Jimin was on his feet in seconds, going to get you water. Jin replaced his position and felt your forehead.

“You are running a slight fever, but nothing to be concerned about,” Jin commented. Jimin came over with the water. Jin aided in propping you up against the pillows so you could drink. Lifting the glass to your lips, Jimin seemed to regain some of the color in his face.

Taking your time, you swallowed mouth fulls of cool liquid. It eased some of the burn in your throat, however you were still incredibly hot.

“I feel... hot...” you panted, fanning yourself with your hand. Jin eyed you curiously.

“You are a little warm, but it’s nothing I would worry about. You said you’re feeling hot?” he asked. You nodded frantically.

“Would opening the window help?” Jimin asked. Your body physically shuddered at the sound of his voice. You wanted him closer... Closer...

“Jimin,” you whined, gripping the sheets underneath your fingers tight.

“Yes?” he asked, sitting on the bed. Faster than you could rationalize, your arms were around Jimin’s neck. And before either of you could blink your lips were against his. Yoongi and Namjoon lunged forward, thinking it was attack against their Prince. But Jungkook managed to keep them back, however laughter peeled from his lips as he watched the scene before him. Taehyung was in a similar state, chuckling as he watched you kiss Jimin without much restraint. Jin, however, was scandalized.

“Oh my! Y/N!” he chastised, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to sit back against the pillow. You looked at Jimin, his lips slightly damp from your kiss and you wanted to keep going. More and more until you couldn’t remember anything but him...

“W-why am I? I’m sorry,” you gasped, trying to get ahold of your mental stability. Jimin sat at the end of the bed, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Let me see the object that was in her neck again,” Jin demanded, standing from his position next to you. Yoongi produced the small wooden stick and gave it to Jin without hesitation. Father Jin was silent as he examined the small coin sized item.

Your heart was racing and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Jimin. You wanted him more than anything in the world. The two of you had agreed that now wasn’t the time for a child, but God you wanted to try for one so badly. You wanted everything he had to give you if it meant this heat would go away.

“Father, I don’t want to rush you,” Taehyung started. “But I feel like Lady Y/N’s patience is wearing thin.” Jin nodded.

“I know I’ve seen this somewhere before, but it’s been a long time... Before I was found again by God,” he whispered.

“Perhaps I should leave,” Jimin suggested, standing up and heading towards the door.

“No!” you cried, almost jumping out of the bed. Everyone moved, Taehyung to block Jimin. Namjoon and Yoongi to close in on you.

“Hold on! Don’t touch her!” Jin warned as Yoongi and Namjoon got a little too close. Jimin peaked his head out from behind Taehyung to watch the proceedings.

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

“A man of God is different,” he stated simply.

“Why can’t we touch her?” Taehyung restarted.

“I know what was on this dart,” Jin answered.

“Dart?” Jimin echoed, moving closer to you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, holding your stomach. “It hurts... It’s too hot in here,” you whimpered. Jimin bit his lip, obviously concerned for your well being. However, also cautious of the situation.

“The Forsaken have mastered the art of potions and posions,” Jin warned.

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

“What?” you croaked, feeling heat rush down your spine at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Potion is what I think happened here,” Jin eased all of your minds with his statement.

“So she isn’t going to die?” Taehyung asked.

“Well... Not from being poisoned, but of... uh...” Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly. Jimin moved forward and approached Father Jin with a serious look on his face.

“What is going to happen to her? Will she be alright?”

You were certain your blush faded into your heat flushed cheeks.

“Look at her right now, tell me what’s wrong with her,” Jin offered.

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

“I am,” you huffed, fanning yourself. Trying to resist the urge to disrobe in front of these men due to the extreme heat.

“Fatigued, like she’s ran a mile,” Yoongi noted.

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

“Horny,” Taehyung said, no restrictions held on his tongue.

“Taehyung!” Jimin roared, turning to his friend. “Don’t be so crass when speaking to my wife,” he warned.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

Suddenly, the whole room examined you closer. You gripped the bed sheets and held them over your body. Jimin looked at your pupils and saw the dilation. Jungkook saw your hairline dampening with sweat.

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

“It makes sense if this is the Forsaken’s doing,” Namjoon noted. Everyone turned in his direction.

“How do you mean?” Yoongi questioned. Namjoon looked between Jimin and yourself, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

“If the potion used on Lady Y/N is an aphrodisiac of sorts... Perhaps the Forsaken are trying to force our hand.”

“An heir,” Jungkook concluded. Jimin chuckled darkly.

“They’re trying to distract and weaken me. If Y/N fell pregnant all of my time and devotion would be spent towards her and not the Kingdom. And, if they killed her while pregnant... They know I wouldn’t try again. The throne would die off, exactly how they want.”

Your heart hammered in your throat. Kill you? While with child? Did they not have any semblance for human life? It disgusted and frightened you as you thought about your life and a life not yet created. You unconsciously held your stomach out of nerves.

“Well, I still don’t know why we can’t touch her,” Jungkook scoffed.

“He still hasn’t answered that,” Taehyung stated. Jin rolled his eyes and stared at the two men with a glare.

“This lust potion makes it so that whomever the target of the lust is, will be the only one allowed to touch the victim without excruciating pain coming to her,” Jin warned.

“P-pain?” you whimpered, gripping your stomach so hard that you were certain blood would show soon.

“Stop it,” Jimin said, taking your wrist in his hand. You almost collapsed at the relief sent through your system at his touch. It was like drinking an ice cold glass of water on a midsummer day. Jimin noticed the tension leaving your body and detached his fingers from your flesh.

“Why? Why have it designed like that?” Yoongi wondered.

“To make sure she doesn’t just go to someone else to be taken care of. It’s to ensure that it has to be his Highness,” Taehyung thought out loud.

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

“What are we to do about it then?” Namjoon said, throwing his hands in the air.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jimin whispered, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Sire-”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin eased, interlacing your fingers together. Jimin cradled your face with his free hand and brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

“If we give them what they want then-”

“Who said we’re going to give them what they want?” Jimin questioned, lifting his gaze from you for a moment.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, “You know-”

“What will happen if the potion isn’t taken care of?” Namjoon thought aloud.

“I assume that eventually she’ll go insane from desire,” Jin speculated.

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin confirmed. “Everyone, I think my wife and I need to have a discussion. May we have the room to ourselves?”

Yoongi got the hint immediately and left promptly, dragging a slow to catch on Jungkook with him. Jin said a small prayer before petting your hair affectionately.

“It’ll be alright, the Lord will keep you safe I assure you.”

With that he left as well, taking Namjoon’s elbow and leading him out of the door. Taehyung remained, staring at Jimin with an unreadable expression.

“Were my orders not clear?” Jimin asked, standing and facing Taehyung.

“I have a question for you,” Taehyung stated, giving a quick glance to you. Jimin cleared his throat, obviously not wanting the attention on you.

“Out with it then,” he said.

“How are you planning on pleasuring her when you’ve never laid with a woman?” Taehyung snipped out with a sharp tone. Jimin lay bare under the scrutiny of his gaze, but didn’t falter.

“All men have to learn somewhere,” he sighed.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Jin could be wrong, perhaps I-”

“Absolutely not,” Jimin growled. Taehyung took a step back. Where was this possessive attitude coming from? Jimin wasn’t the type to behave in such a manner.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” his friend soothed.

“She’s my wife, if she needs sorting out... Then I’ll be the one to do it,” Jimin declared. Taehyung nodded, then leaned in close to Jimin’s ear. He began to whisper, phrases that wouldn’t reach your ears. However, you were past the point of paying too much attention.

“Remember what Namjoon said, an heir would make you vulnerable. Let’s hold off on that for now, yes?” Taehyung teased.

“I’ll ask you to remember who you’re addressing this once, Taehyung. I won’t remind you again,” Jimin warned. “Your Prince delivered an order, follow it.”

Taehyung bowed low, giving in to he who will be his King. “My apologies your highness. I didn’t think before speaking, forgive my haste,” he appeased. Jimin sighed in response.

“Go, let no one enter this wing until I have finished,” Jimin stated.

“I believe the one who needs to finish is her,” Taehyung chuckled before exiting the room.

The air was still.

Jimin didn’t move, and neither did you. What were you to do in this situation?

“I hate that it had to come to this scenario my dear,” Jimin said, hands in his pockets as he gazed out the window. You couldn’t believe how breathtaking he appeared in this moment. You were stunned into silence.

His profile greeted you. Strong jawline that eased down into a seductively sloping neck. His shoulders weren’t extensive, but he fit his posture. Hands placed in the pockets of his pants, he could’ve been portraying a relaxed air... But the atmosphere of the room was tense. It was as if he was trying to evaluate every outcome of what was required.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what was wrong with you now. It all made sense. You desperately needed the touch of your husband.

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

Jimin wasn’t known for his cruelty. Nor was he known for cutting down foes in battles. He was the People’s Prince. Choosing diplomacy instead of weapons. Words instead of assassins. You respected this... Although you knew Jimin was trained for battle. Weapons waiting behind doors of steel hidden deep within the castle walls.

“I’m not scared of you,” you answered.

“I’m relieved you feel that way,” Jimin whispered, eyes still locked outdoors.

“Jimin?” You asked, not trusting your legs to lift you. He turned toward you in acknowledgment. “Are we, um-ah!”

Pain erupted in your lower stomach, causing you to collapse onto the bed in a writhing heap. Your breath warmed the fabric as you struggling to get air.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin's voice was closer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

You were lifted from the bed and into Jimins arms. His eyes bore into your own, searching for an uncertainty that wasn’t there.

Slowly his lips met yours. You could feel something similar to cold water being doused over your being. Relief brought from his presence was readily accepted. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting the sensations overwhelm and excite you.

Jimin seemed hesitant, his lips not giving in to your desires. You wanted him to give you everything without feeling like he had to hold himself back. If you trusted him, he needed to know he could trust you.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “Wait,” You panted against his pouty lips.

“What is it?” He asked, hands moving from the bed to your face.

“I need to know something,” you said, pulling away to look at him fully. His touch had given you a moment of clarity. “You have my trust... but do I have yours?” You questioned.

Jimin was silent, eyes not fully exposing himself. “Tell me your favorite color, then I’ll trust you,” he proposed.

“Why-“

“Tell me and I’ll trust you,” Jimin repeated. You sighed, unsure of why this simple question felt too heavy.

“The color of the leaves in the fall. The fire that signifies the death of winter, but the promise of a brighter future,” you declared.

Jimin froze. “So much in your head that I don’t know...”

“So much in yours I don’t know either,” you smiled.

This moment felt more intimate than being bare in front of everyone. A simple question, somehow broke a small barrier in his heart.

“I trust you,” he stated. Before you could respond the heat erupted in your lower body again, cutting off your thoughts. “I have to hurry,” he spoke to himself.

He found your lips again, wrapping his hands around your waist. You relaxed against him and kept your arms around his neck. Jimin seemed more focused now, kissing you diligently.

For some reason, it felt as though he was exploring your body. His hand moved down the curve of your spine and held you against him. The warmth you felt from his mouth made you gasp. Jimin pushed his tongue in between your lips.

Jimin had never been this intimate with a woman before. Every part of you was much more delicate than he was used to. Your mouth was hot and inviting, something that Jimin found arousing. You leaned back, pulling Jimin with you into the soft sheets. Breaking the kiss, Jimin crawled on top of you. Interlacing your fingers he found other parts of your body with his tongue.

Licking along your jawline and into the hollow of your neck, Jimin found his heart racing. Your skin was so soft and supple, almost begging to be touched and caressed. Biting your lips you discovered how badly you wanted him. His hair was slightly disheveled from your fingers, but it suited him. Jimin looked heavenly atop your body, something you didn’t think possible mere days ago. But now, it seemed as if this was the only place you wanted him.

His mouth stayed above your collar bones. You sighed as you felt sweet kisses placed across your skin, tender bites falling on your lips.

“Jimin,” you breathed, taking his face between your hands.

“Yes?” his voice was thick and saccharine like chilled honey.

“There are other places that need your attention,” you blushed, looking at your gown. Jimin understood, but paused.

“Um, I-ah,” he struggled, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, worrying your lip with your teeth. Jimin sighed and shook his head.

“We can’t consummate our marriage fully. Not yet... Like Namjoon said, an heir will make us susceptible. But I can give you pleasure in other ways,” he explained.

“How?” you asked, raising yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll touch you,” Jimin said, chinks twinging pink.

“You already are.” An air of apprehension filled the room. Jimin scratched his jaw, a tick you’d come to realize as nerves.

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but soon were made clear of his intentions. His hands pulled back the bed covers and revealed your legs covered in your dress. Jimin didn’t waste his time, moving his hands underneath the fabric and grazing your skin with his.

“Hah-Jimin,” you faltered as his hands went higher. He found the softness of your undergarments and pulled, feeling the material shed. Once your bloomers were off and forgotten, Jimin sat you up once more.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he said, pulling your dress over your head. Your barrier between yourself and your husband’s eyes was almost gone. Jimin turned you around and sighed into the skin of your neck. “Are you alright with removing your corset?”

“Please,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand placed on your synthetically tightened waist.

“As you wish,” he smiled. However, Jimin yet again found himself in trouble.

He had no idea how to take a corset off. He thought the ribbons on the back would remove it, so he started there. As the fabric became slack, your sides allowed more air in your lungs. Once the ribbons were unlaced, Jimin tried to take it off. However, it didn’t do as he wanted.

“Um, how does-uh?” You stifled your laughter.

“There are clasps on the front,” you informed, turning to face him. Jimin screwed his eyebrows in confusion, but went ahead with the task. Each clip showed more and more of your skin to him, which he found alluring. Normally Jimin found the toned muscles of his fellow man mouth watering, but here... Your soft stomach and ample breasts made saliva collect in his mouth. Pulling the corset off your arms and onto the floor Jimin stared to his heart's content.

It was the first time he’d seen a woman naked. The sight was different, but not unpleasant as he originally thought. You rubbed your arms, covering your breasts in the process. Being this bare without any sort of action made you nervous. Was he unhappy with was he saw? Did he think you needed to lose weight? You’d been corset training for months to be his desired size... Or, that’s what the maids at the castle were saying.

“Why wear that thing?” he asked in reference to your corset. “It seems painful,” he said, moving his lips to yours again.

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

“Then don’t wear it,” he simplified, taking your aching side and rubbing it with his thumb. You shuddered at the contacts and desperately wanted to feel more of his skin.

“My dresses won’t fit me otherwise... I’m too large,” you said with embarrassment.

“I’ll buy you more dresses that will fit your body the way it is meant to be, not mutated painfully,” Jimin promised.

“But-”

“As your Prince and Husband I worry for your health, that can’t possibly be healthy to wear at all hours of the day,” he said, not budging from his thought.

“This is an odd conversation to have at a time like this,” you said with amusement.

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

“I know you do,” you breathed. Jimin turned stoic.

“What do you mean you know?” he asked, pulling away from your body. You smiled softly.

“I’ve been married to you for a while, I notice things that you do... The way you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous as well. When you’re tired you rub your hands together. If you haven’t eaten all day you-mmpf!” Cut off by Jimin’s mouth you relaxed into his embrace.

“So observant,” he muttered. “Time for me to get a good look at you.”

Jimin’s hands ran down your form, grazing your breasts and then moving down to your legs. He shuffled in between your legs and nudged you to lie down. He saw the question in your eyes but shook his head.

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

Wet heat dragged from the inside of your knee down to your calf, causing you to cry out. Jimin shushed you, placing delicate kisses on your shin. This man had some kind of oral fixation. Every inch of you had to be mapped and tasted with his tongue, it seemed like a vendetta he had. You watched as his mouth went to your thighs, yet skipped over where the throbbing was originating from. Your lower stomach next, a wet kiss being placed above your navel. Eventually, his mouth made it to your chest. Another mewl of pleasure came from your throat as Jimin sucked a nipple in between his lips. Your hands grasped his hair and cradled his neck as you felt heat shocking straight to your maidenhood.

“Jimin, th-that feels-ah!” you whined, letting the sensations consume you. Jimin lifted his head from your chest and blew on the slick nub. He observed as your body arched upwards at the action. Glancing down at your center, he noticed the wetness leaking onto the sheets. It was his job to take care of you.

His mind thought back to Taehyung’s statement earlier...

‘Her clit is at the top of her womanhood. That will cause her a great deal of pleasure. Don’t just attack it, be gentle. Act like your pleasuring a man. No teeth, lots of licking. Use your fingers if it appears like she’ll need the added stimulation. The taste might not be incredible, but it’s not disgusting either. She’s cleanly. You can do it.’

Jimin winced and swallowed, trying to keep his racing heart under control. He kissed your lips once more, swirling his tongue inside your mouth. Your moan told him you were ready. Brushing your hair out of your face, you gave him a meek smile.

Reassured by your affection, he kissed down your torso and stopped above your pelvic bone. Shooting you a glance, one final request for your permission. A small nod came from your neck. With that, Jimin placed an experimental kiss on your lower lips.

“Oh!” you gasped, shifting slightly. Jimin adjusted his position so your legs were over his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around your upper thigh. You moaned as he took a long lick up your slit. Jimin paused and kissed your thigh so he could process.

You were so wet and silky down there. As if you were the most luxurious material in the world. The taste wasn’t repulsive, something for which he was thankful. He moved back to your center and gave a few more kitten licks, testing where you liked and where you didn’t.

“S-Shit,” you cursed softly, biting your lip so hard you were certain blood would be present. Jimin lifted his head and gazed at you, mouth swollen from kisses.

“Did you just swear?” he asked, a small grin on his mouth.

“I grew up a woman before I was a lady,” you winced. Jimin’s bell laughter rung out in the room. The tension from earlier fading away as he smiled at you.

“You may be a lady to others, but you only have to be yourself to me... That I promise,” he said, moving his mouth back to your core. You cried out again as Jimin laved his tongue over your folds, collecting you liquid on his tongue. The more he moved his mouth against you, the more he discovered you flavor was addicting. He was enjoying this too...

A tightness formed in his throat as his mind was thrown deeper into the realm of uncertainty. A fact he’d known about himself for years being questioned as his wife was beneath him writhing from pleasure. And he liked that... He liked that you couldn’t contain yourself as his tongue swirled across your delicate skin. His palms kneading the flesh of your thighs and you squirmed.

At moments, Jimin seemed far away to you when you looked down between your legs. His eyes glazed over as his mouth worked against you. The mounting pleasure in your stomach was burning through your nerves as each flick of his wet muscle sent shockwaves through your body.

You’d touched yourself before... A young woman was allowed her own pleasures at night...

But nothing compared to this. The lewd sounds of Jimin’s tongue against your wetness. The soft smacks of lips after kisses. His nose touched your pearl making you grip the sheets tight. Jimin noticed your body shuddering differently. He’d been simply licking and sucking at your entrance for a while, yet your end didn’t seem to be close.

“Can I try something?” he asked, kissing the top of your pubic bone gently.

“Anything,” you agreed.

Slowly, Jimin rubbed his fingers over your slit, gathering the wetness that lingered there. He knew where your anus was, but your entrance was different. And he certainly didn’t want to get that wrong.

Applying pressure, Jimin slid his fingers down your core until they sunk into your hole gently. You tensed immediately. “Ah!” you yelped. Jimin froze and pulled his fingers out, looking into your eyes with worry.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine, just, use one finger... Not two,” you swallowed. You’d never touched yourself like this... It was bound to be uncomfortable.

Again, Jimin pushed his middle finger into your entrance with patience. He almost groaned at the sensation. You were hot and wet, and soft inside. He couldn’t help but imagine if it was a different appendage disappearing inside of your heat. Your breathing halted, and Jimin felt your walls clench against his intrusion.

“Does this hurt?”

“No... No it feels good, please keep going,” you begged. Jimin nodded and pulled out to collect more of your slick, using it to aid him pushing his finger back inside of you. He felt your walls beginning to spasm, so he pressed his mouth against your pearl and sucked it into his mouth.

You wailed and gripped your chest for stimulation. Instead of feeling like you couldn’t quite reach your high, Jimin was practically forcing you over the edge.

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

Moving his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, Jimin felt your walls clench impossibly tight and then relax as you cried out for him. A flush of liquid met his mouth and hand as you trembled against his ministrations. Your walls began to twitch and you gripped his wrist weakly.

“I-I can’t,” you wheezed. Jimin understood and removed his finger and mouth from your body. Looking at your body the air was knocked from his lungs.

There you lay, amidst the sheets with a soft blush decorating your cheeks. Jimin found his chest tight as well as his pants. Your lips were puffy from your teeth and he couldn’t keep himself from placing another kiss there. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart batter against his ribcage.

“You act as if you’ve just ran across the fields,” you smiled weakly. Jimin needed to get away from you. It was too much, he couldn’t handle this any longer.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, surprisingly cold. You furrowed your brow at his tone.

“Yes... Thank you for-”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Good night, Lady Y/N,” he coughed before standing quickly and heading out of the room.

You sat up quickly and moved to follow him, but you felt dizziness and fatigue weigh your body down, coaxing you to sleep.

Jimin rushed into the nearest empty room and shut the door behind him.

Your eyes held so much emotion...

Tears pricked his eyes as he brought himself to orgasm on the floor, thinking of his wife whom he would have to kill...