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Boys With Luv
♡ Summary ♡ I can’t explain it but it involves these two lovely boys and explicit content.
♡ Pairing ♡ Park Jimin x Reader x Kim Taehyung
♡ Genres ♡ Non! Idol Au, Cheating, Nsfw, and Swearing
You'll go bankrupt if you keep this sinful swindle up, not only that, but the poor young lad is starting to mirror the actions of a lovesick puppy. He'll whine if you don't kiss him goodbye. If you say " Come," he arrives at your feet before you could finish the last syllable, and he's even willing to lose his job for you.
Honey, All you desired was a quick fling to cope with the death of your late husband. You didn't expect him to come back with anything else other than your packages. The terrifying thing is your starting to adore the naive boy; you even gave him a pet name, Jimmie,
The lovely flowers and presents he bestowed made your heartthrob and can't help the urge to smother his pale Ivory skin in your lipstick.
Ding Dong
Speak of the wide-eyed angel; He's here two hours in advance. "You're early." The silk kimono lazed off your naked shoulders. "Do you have my packages?"
You leaned off the entrance walking off to the kitchen. The puppy happily followed with a pep in his step. " Of course, " He answered immediately while closing the door and placing his shoes by the door.
" Good Boy." You purred lightly on the fluffy of his ebony locks. ”Jimmie?”
“ Yes, Darling.” Jimin’s big doughy eyes regularly shimmered and twinkled brighter when speaking to you. “ What’s wrong?”
You're a great actress. Honestly, it must’ve been written in stone, laying down on the couch in a dramatic pose as if an excessive burden weighed on your thoughts.
” Oh, it's nothing, my little Jimmie,” You faked a sniffle or two and brushed a dry tear off your eye. ”It’s just-you’ve been so busy, and it's so lonely in this big house of mine.” You hiccuped.
Like clockwork, Jimin fell for those batted lashes and silky voice, feeling terrible about bringing a tear to his darling’s eyes. A single tear run down his cheek. Jimin felt awful. How could he choose work over the one he admires?!
Jimin kissed her forehead and asking for forgiveness. “How can I make it up to you?”
“Well, I do have a few suggestions, Jimmie-May I” You straddled his lap before he could answer. “ A few kisses for these cute plushy lips should do the trick-”
Jimin’s lips attacking your sweet spot left you breathless-that until the doorbell rang.
“Mm-Don’t answer it,” He grumbled between the pepper kisses, tightening his grip on your hips.
“Now, Now, Don’t be rude, go upstairs, and I’ll be right there.”
The boy obeyed like he was told; Jimmie was never the type of puppy to bark back, at least not on her watch. Adjusting the kimono’s shoulders to show a little more skin, no reason to it; it’s just a part of your flirtatious personality.
“ Hell-O? Tae? Hun-Hunny, Long time no see” You began to thoroughly eye his beauty; nothing has changed just as handsome as ever.
Kim Taehyung at the time age 20, Another one of your victims whose heart you’ve drained dry; the last time you saw him, you left weeping him on his front door after claiming the relationship was lacking love. The very next day, a cutie by the day of Park Jimin showed up, and well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk.
“ I missed you, y/n.” Tae held your waist to bring you in close, placing the bridge of his nose in your neck’s crock, relishing in your heavenly perfume. “ God, I missed you so much.”
Tae was the only sinful bastard that almost had you pegged. Almost.
You moaned and gasped at the harsh kisses he littered at the peck of your mounds; you raked your fingers through Tae’s chocolate curls, gripping slightly at his roots and taking this small gesture as a means to continue he dipped you lacing your leg around his hip.
The sudden flash of excitement caused a small squeak to escape from your lips.
…….Why does it feel like your forgetting something?
“Chimmy?!”
You dip your head backward to spot a shirtless Jimin watching your every move. “Jimmie, He-He um.”
Tae cocked his brow. “ Who’s he?”
Jimin scoffed. “ Her boyfriend and the better-looking man, that’s for sure.”
Tae grinned with a eat shit expression. “ Oh really, Well, My Kitten’s having a lovely time in my arms.”
“YOUR Kitten You mean my Chimmy!?” Jimin huffed, snatched you out of Tae’s grip.
“YOUR Chimmy You mean my Kitten?!” Tae growled, swiping you away by your waist.
“Chimmy!”
“Kitten!”
“Chimmy!”
“Kitten!”
“Y/N!” The boys shouted.
Oh boy.
Help. My body can’t take it!
somebody stop him!!!!!
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...
flowers arranged for the scene
the assistant director called us flowers
nameless flowers adorning a set
for scenes seen in a blur
seen in a flash