Owner Part VI

Owner Part VI

I apologize for not updating this one in a while. But it is also cross posted on AO3.org, just under a different name, DreamingCompanion. If I missed anything in the tags please let me know! Love you guys! 

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Hybrid!AU

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (Kinda she has an IUD), Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk. 

“What? Have sex with you? Jungkook no!” you gasped out, but your heart was pounding in your chest. Barely able to hold onto the last shred of your sanity.

“Please, it hurts so bad,” he whimpered, reaching out for you desperately. On instinct you reached for him too, taking his wet hand in yours. He was trembling, his body was hot, as if he were on fire. You felt fear trickle down your spine. He looked so genuinely distressed that it made you want to comfort him in any way that you could. 

But that message... Two weeks...

It really was dangerous messing with all of this. Jungkook was no doubt worth millions, but as he sat here in your shower, he looked like a wounded animal, just begging for help. 

How were you supposed to choose?

Could Jungkook even consent in the state that he’s in?

“Jungkook we can’t, you’ll regret this,” you tried to reason away, bringing a towel to his head to dry him off a little bit.

“I won’t!” he denied vehemently. 

“Jungkook.”

“I won’t! I’ve wanted you since you took me in! But you’re always ignoring me, not letting me touch you and it drives me crazy that any man could walk through that door... I want to be the only man that comes home to you, and your food and your smiling face. I want it to me that you touch, no one else,” he growled.

“What has gotten into you?” you asked, eyebrows rising to a height you didn’t think possible. 

“It’s my heat,” he whimpered, head lolling to the side slightly.

“Easy, Jungkook listen to me, what does that mean?” you tried getting out of him.

“My heat is... it’s my... natural breeding time,” he said. 

“So you get this yearly?”

“Yes, but, didn’t think... Didn’t think I could anymore,” he said.

Your heart ached when you thought about his hard past, and everything that he’d done to get to this point right here in front of you. And he was living in your home, your guest. Your... your friend. And you wanted him to be safe and comfortable as long as he could be. And if that meant you were to give a piece of yourself to him you’d never get back...

Then so be it.

He was fading quickly. You had to work faster. 

“Jungkook, Jungkook listen to me,” you said, cradling his face in your hands. 

“Whaa?” he asked, mouth falling open slightly. 

“I’ll do it, let’s go to bed,” you said, reaching for his hand.

Jungkook froze underneath you, making you worry that something bad was going to happen.

“Don’t say that and not mean it, Y/N,” he warned, voice husky and dark. It made a throb of want coarse through your body.

“I mean it, let’s get you out of here and go to bed,” you said softly, encouraging him to stand up. 

Before you could think you were pinned against the floor, Jungkook’s naked frame atop you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, looking at you with such a tenderness you weren’t sure if he wanted to fuck you or snuggle up to you right on the spot.

“This isn’t my bed,” you corrected.

“I don’t care,” he whispered, bringing his lips down to connect with yours. You inhaled sharply through your nose at the sensation of Jungkook’s lips being pressed against yours so firmly. He was warm and soft, yet not ridgid. Pulling away, Jungkook brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Come on, my back is starting to hurt from laying down here,” you said, trying to stand up. Jungkook helped you, but quickly pulled you into his embrace, laying his head in your neck and breathing in deeply.

“You smell so good,” he whimpered, rutting against you lightly. You choked back a groan, this was about Jungkook not you.

“Come over here,” you said, heading towards the bed. 

Jungkook was quick to follow you, making you laugh a little. He pouted but stayed quiet. You sat down on your bed. Jungkook stood in front of you, naked as the day he was born. A blush ravaged your cheeks as you tried to compose yourself. Although Jungkook wasn’t the waiting type it appeared. Coming closer he brought his lips to yours again, hands on either side of your body. He took full control of the kiss, licking and nipping at your lips with a sincerity that could only come from him. Jungkook brought his hand up to your shoulder and pushed you back into a lying position on the bed. You let him lay you down, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered, this got his attention as he looked at you with concern.

“Is something wrong, d-do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, no, keep going... please,” you begged lightly, wanting the man to continue his exploration of your body. 

“Okay, just tell me if it gets to be too much,” he said, hooking his hands under your armpits and hoisting you to the top of the bed. You squeaked out in surprise at his strength, but other than that you tried to remain as calm as you could. Your racing heart not helping in that process. 

Jungkook crawled up to you, body on display as you marveled at him. He was so muscular, but also so lithe and handsome. You couldn’t help but imagine was sex with him would be like. No doubt a passionate affair. Although, you wouldn’t have to imagine much longer the way things were going now. He sniffed all over you, enjoying the way you smelt to him. Sweet like sugar, but warm like a summer day. He wanted all of you, right now. 

As he came up to your face you grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him passionately, licking his lips and asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and let you explore every inch of him. You took this opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair. His lush locks felt like silk against your skin, it was so nice. You took a hold of a little clump of hair towards the back of his head and tugged lightly, just to see how he would react. A soft groan came from the man in front of you. 

“Fuck, I love when you play with my hair,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You smiled and continued to play with his long strands of hair. He came closer, kissing your neck gently. You sighed into the sensation and let him do whatever he wanted. He licked and sucked at your throat, making your legs jolt slightly from the sensation. You could feel his smirk on your skin, as he continued to suckle your delicate neck. Jungkook was breathing rather hard, as if he were holding something back.

“Jungkook, you don’t have to hold back with me,” you said. 

Jungkook froze against you, then a small whine pierced the air. 

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. 

“You won’t hurt me, I trust you Jungkook,” you said, cradling his cheek with your palm. 

He looked at you with such emotion you almost thought he was going to cry. 

“I don’t take that lightly, Y/N, I promise I’ll treat you right,” he said.

“I know you will,” you smiled. 

“Do you like being eaten out?” he asked, looking up at you with curiosity twinkling in his lust covered eyes. 

“Um... No one’s ever really done that for me,” you whispered. 

“What?” Jungkook balked, looking at you as if you had a third boob or something. 

“No one’s ever gone down on me before,” you admitted. None of your previous boyfriends were interested in something like that. They just wanted to get to the main course, even if it meant you were a little uncomfortable for the majority of it. 

“That’s criminal, can I? Can I please, Y/N?” he asked, practically begged. 

“Sure, knock yourself out,” you said, moving to pull your shorts down when he stopped you. 

“Allow me,” Jungkook said, taking your shorts off and leaving your panties where they were. You raised a brow at him but he shook his head and laid down on his stomach. You laid back in the pillows and tried to keep yourself under control. His eyes, the way he looked at you. Would you ever be able to let him go after this? It was already excruciating to think about, but now? After you gave him a piece of yourself? 

Jungkook placed a warm kiss to your center, making you breathe in sharply. Jungkook licked over the fabric of your panties softly, as if touching you directly might be too much. It was something else to watch him pleasure you. His focus was turned to one thing only, and you could feel your stomach clench when he nipped at your underwear with a gentle bite. He kept licking, as if he could taste you through your panties, but soon he was using his teeth to pull them off of you. It made your head spin, the look in his eyes, the way he moved and his sounds. He made little whimpering noises as he licked at you, something that turned you on immensely. 

“Jungkook, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel his tongue directly on your center. 

“I’m just taking my time, Y/N, did you want something more?” he asked, a smirk plastered across his face. You frowned slightly, but nodded anyways. 

“I want more,” you agreed, feeling the intoxicating buzz of lust through your veins. Jungkook smiled and finally pulled your panties free of your legs. Looking directly as your soaked center had Jungkook weak in the knees. You looked so beautiful like this, spread out like a five course meal, just for him. 

“I’ll give you what you need, little one,” he promised, coming forward and putting your legs over his shoulders. You waited as he seemed to hone in on you, eyes dilating even more if that was possible. Jungkook seemed as though he were a ravenous beast one minute, then the next a man who wanted to treat you like a queen. The duality was throwing you for a loop, but you held onto the sheets firmly, knowing that you wanted this.

Finally, after what felt like a century, Jungkook’s mouth met your pussy. Jungkook moaned at the taste, you were just as good as he was hoping you’d be. A sharp cry came from your throat before you could stop it. Jungkook jolted in surprise, moving away from you reluctantly. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing your thigh to comfort you.

“I-I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that, I’m fine, keep going,” you urged, Jungkook nodded and went right back to pleasuring you. His tongue hit you first, the lithe muscle running along your slit in such a manner it had you clenching around nothing. Jungkook was an expert with his mouth, making you writhe in place with his hand on your lower stomach to hold you. But even that was an intimate act, making your body tingle with pleasure. 

Jungkook made a fat lick up your center, making you cry out for him. His hands were gentle, yet firm as he played your body like an instrument. Making music that was for his ears only. Your taste and the way your body felt against his... It was almost like a drug, possibly more potent. Jungkook moved his tongue further against you, slipping down towards your entrance. Gently, he probed at you. You whimpered and whined at the sensation, feeling his wet muscle flexing against your quivering heat. 

“J-Jungkook,” you croaked, looking at him with sparkles in your eyes. 

Something constricted in Jungkook’s chest then. The way you were looking at him, how he’d never seen anything like it before. No one looked at him like that. But your eyes never lied. Not to him. He had to see what you looked like when you came. He needed it, like an addict needed a fix. Listening to your body he moved his tongue up towards your clit, licking harsher against it, and slowly inserting a single finger into your wetness. 

“Ah!” you cried out, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Don’t take your eyes off me, not for a second,” Jungkook warned, smirking as he continued his assault on your womanhood. You looked at him, watching his glistening face in the low light of the bedroom. You could feel the coil of an orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach. You were so close, Jungkook’s finger playing with your insides like a delicate flower. But the way he moaned against your skin made you almost want to faint. Thank God you were laying down. 

“Ah-hah! Jungkook please,” you begged. 

“What do you want? I need your words,” he said, teasing you slowly.

“Please make me cum, Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wanting the sensation of an orgasm so badly that you could practically taste it. 

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, shoving his finger deep inside of you and sucking on your clit harshly. 

“Ah!” you cried out, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists. 

“Cum all over this bed, Y/N,” he almost begged. 

With those words burned into your mind you let go, cumming all over his finger and mouth. Jungkook cooed at you, whispering how you were so good for him. It made your heart pound and head spin at how badly you wanted him. The orgasm you just had left you aching for more, and Jungkook could tell.

“Not finished yet are we baby?” He asked, smiling at you.

You shook your head. Looking into his eyes, that were sparkling in the low light. A weird twinge in your stomach made you pause, but you didn’t think much of it. There were more pressing matters right now.

“I’m ready Jungkook, if you are,” you said softly.

“Okay, let me just... Condoms, I don’t have any condoms,” he whimpered. 

“I have an IUD, are you clean?” you asked.

“I am,” he answered, truthfully.

“Okay, then what are you waiting for?” 

Jungkook didn’t answer, he just lined himself up with your almost embarrassingly wet center. He smacked your clit with his length a few times, making your hips jolt lightly. A dark chuckle came from him, before he pushed in slowly. The stretch was... significant. You hadn’t had sex in so long, and your previous partners have been less than cordial it appears. Because you had no idea sex could feel like... like this. Soon, Jungkook was bottomed out inside of you. His back arched lightly, face scrunched up in what appeared to be some kind of acute pain but you knew it was pleasure. Jungkook ground against you lightly, rubbing your overstimulated clit with his pelvis. 

“Jungkook,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah? Need a second?” he asked.

“Just a little bit,” you said, eyes trailing down his defined chest and down to where the two of you were joined. It sent a pulse of pleasure through you. Making you clench around Jungkook’s hot cock. He moaned at the sensation, dropping his head. 

“Tell me when,” he moaned out. 

You tried to relax your muscles, but you were so full it was hard to think of anything else. Jungkook waited patiently, kissing your neck slowly, up to your lips and kissing you gently. You brought your hands up to his face and brushed away the hair from his forehead. 

Finally, you nodded, and Jungkook almost lost himself. Slowly, he pulled out, making your stomach twinge in discomfort, but when he pushed back in, you felt a rush of pleasure go up your spine. Jungkook hissed in air through his teeth.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned into the humid air.

“Jungkook,” you whined, gripping his shoulder tightly.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he encouraged, moving forward and pushing his hips to yours again. You felt a wrenched moan escape you as Jungkook pulled out slowly yet again. 

“F-Faster, please,” you begged. Jungkook gazed into your eyes for a moment.

“Are you sure?” he asked, stilling his movements.

“Yes, please go faster,” you felt your tone go higher pitched. And Jungkook seemed to notice your urgency and began to move his hips faster. You could feel the pleasure coursing over you in waves. Everytime Jungkook’s hips met your own, you felt yourself tighten around him. He moaned out his pleasure, kissing your chin and throat messily. 

You couldn’t keep yourself from moaning, the sensations were too much. Jungkook reached up and palmed your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly, making a jolt of bliss shoot through your body. You arched into his touch, making soft noises as he continued pounding you wet heat. Jungkook was very vocal during sex, making grunting sounds or whispering dirty things into your ears. It made you wetter and wetter when he spoke like that, something you weren’t expecting to enjoy.

“Fuck you’re so good to me, letting me fuck you like this. God you're so beautiful,” he whispered, moaning at the end as he ground his hips against your pelvis, stimulating your already throbbing clit. Jungkook kept pawing at your breast, arousing you further. 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take, between Jungkook’s incessant pounding that was turning your legs to jelly and the way that he was looking at you. As if you were giving him something precious, it made your heart continue to melt. Letting him in that much further... But your heart was beating in your ears so loudly that it made your head spin. Jungkook cradled your face with his palm, making you look at him.

“Look at me, let me see how perfect you are when you cum,” he almost pleaded with you. Inhaling deeply you looked into his eyes and saw him. Seemingly for the first time. He was gazing at you with such raw emotion that it made you unsure. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure of your feelings. Jungkook here, in your arms felt... Right somehow. It felt as if this is where you both belonged. With each other.

You tried desperately to get these thoughts out of your head, but Jungkook’s whining melted you to a point that you couldn’t help but uttering the words.

“I need you,” you whispered, so quietly you barely heard it. But Jungkook heard it loud in clear. So much so that he stopped moving. 

He wasn’t looking at you, but rather gazing down at your stomach. You felt the tension in the air. You were about to apologize when lips came crashing down upon yours. Jungkook didn’t kiss you like he had before. It was different somehow. As if you two were finally able to kiss. 

And boy, did he kiss you.

“I need you too, so much,” Jungkook breathed against your lips.

“Jungkook I don’t know why I said that,” you said, trying so desperately to backpedal. But it was too late. Jungkook smiled, and pushed into harshly.

“I know, and it’s okay if you don’t see it yet. I’ll wait,” he promised.

“Jungkook, we need to-ah!” you cried out when he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Smiling, almost cruelly at your pleasure, Jungkook came back down to place a kiss against your breast bone. Feeling a sudden rush of emotion you cradled his head to you, not wanting him to move.

He picked up on your sudden shift and brought his lips to yours, comforting you. You accepted his motions, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His chest touched yours and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. It was racing, as if he were running a race. 

“Jungkook, are you okay?” you asked, brushing his sweaty hair from his face. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Just, wanna cum,” he coughed. You made a face, but he ignored it, moving to pull out of you. 

“What are you-”

“Can we try another position?” he asked, slowly pumping his cock. 

“Yes,” you said, breathless at the sight of him. 

“Okay, wanna ride me?” he questioned. 

“Yes,” you said, moving forward to push him down on his back. Liking the idea of having more control, you crawled and took his cock in your hand, moving it up and down on his slick shaft. He hissed at the feeling of your warm hand on him. Looking down at him, you smiled softly. 

Shuffling forward on your knees you lined him up with your entrance and slowly settled down on your haunches, full of him. Tilting your head back you let the sensations overwhelm and excite you. Moving your hips up slowly, you watched him. His eyes were lidded, gazing at the place where you two were joined in an acute fixation. His eyes seemed to be glued there. Watched as your hungry cunt swallowed him more and more until he bottomed out.

“Feels so good, Jungkook,” you breathed, reaching up and gripping your breast tightly. 

Jungkook moaned his agreement. Licking his kiss swollen lips. You leaned down and licked a stripe from the base of his throat to the entrance of his mouth. Kissing him firmly you moved your hips harsher against him, grinding down and swirling them to bring you both insurmountable pleasure. 

“Fuck, Y/N, make me cum,” he begged. Looking down at him, you nodded, feeling the sensation building up in you as well. 

With a certain lack of precision you ground against him, bouncing and moaning. Jungkook reached up and steadied your hips, bringing you forward and moving his hips up to bring you both bliss. Jungkook was sweating and you could feel your legs starting to give out. But you could almost taste your orgasm, wanting it so badly. 

“So close, so close,” you said, panting with the effort. 

“Me too, keep going,” he encouraged, pulling you down to his chest and using the leverage to pound into your weeping pussy.

“God Jungkook don’t stop,” you begged. 

“Feels so good,” he breathed.

Jungkook was continuously hitting a spot inside you that made stars appear in your vision, and with one more push you came crumbling down. Jungkook finished not shortly after, making warmth bloom in your stomach. 

You collapsed onto his chest, breathing harshly. Your throat hurt from breathing so hard, but your boneless body didn’t seem to care. Jungkook kissed your head, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair. 

He pulled out a few moments later, making you wince, but you were too tired to care.

Jungkook moved to leave, when you grabbed his hand. 

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered, feeling surprisingly vulnerable after what just transpired. Jungkook smiled and laid back down. You crawled up and laid down on his chest. 

“Never,” he answered. 

But, as you fell asleep, you couldn’t shake the sense of dread you felt piling up in your stomach.

happy birthday namjoon ! thank you for always being here for us, for being probably the best rolemodel one can have, for sharing your views and your music with us, for being an anchor of hope in this world and generally just for just existing ♡

Into Eternity - Part XIV

Holy shit I’m back. Here’s the next chapter, hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Royalty!AU

Words: 5,439

Warnings: Major Character Death

You woke up that morning, warmth covering your back. Jimin’s arm wound tightly around your body. 

Groaning slightly, you shifted in discomfort. Your husband truly did a number on you last night. 

“Darling...?” Jimin said, moving from behind you at your pained noise.

“I’m fine Jimin, go back to bed,” you said, coughing suddenly hitting your chest hard.

“Y/N?” He said, laying you on your back against the pillows. 

Shame crossed his face as he saw the state you were in. Your body bruised from his hands, no doubt between your legs hurt even worse. But what killed him was the smile on your face. It was big and bright, like it always was when you saw him. 

“I’m fine, Jimin, truly-” more coughing came from your lips.

“I’ll get you something,” he said, covering you up with the blankets and hurrying to grab his clothes that had sat on the floor all night.

“Jimin come back to bed,” you whined. Your pleading tone made his fluffy head pop up from the other side of the mattress.

“But you’re sick-” he began.

“Sick and tired of waiting for you to get back in this bed!”

“Now aren’t you a little monster, demanding things so early,” he muttered.

“I’m so sore,” You huffed, leaning back into the pillows. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more gentle,” Jimin lamented.

“You can always make it up to me,” you teased, rubbing a thumb along his pouty lips.

Jimin’s eyes grew wide at your suggestion, taking your thumb in his mouth obediently. Just as you were about to suggest your less than appropriate plan to your husband, a knock came to the door.

“Highness? Lady Y/N? The morning has broken, we have a witch to kill,” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the room.

The playful air diminished as you looked at Jimin with fear in your eyes. 

“Very good, Jungkook. We will be out momentarily,” Jimin answered. 

The sound of the head guard walking away made your body tense. Jimin’s palm found your back as you shuddered from the cold. Bringing your body close to his he sighed. 

“If only we could stay in this bed all day, my love,” Jimin teased, “I wish I never had to see you put on another gown in my life.”

“Yet you’re the one always buying them for me,” you countered.

Jimin laughed and fell back onto the bed with you in his arms. “We’ll be free after this day, Y/N... Free to live how we want... To rule how we want. The Kingdom is ours once we get back to the Royal Palace... What is the first thing you’d like to do as Queen?” he asked.

“First thing I’d like to do as Queen,” you thought... Your eyes became starry as you pondered all the possibilities. Jimin loved this look in your eyes. So sparkly and bright. He’ll never tire of it as you grow old together. Because this is the look of a woman who has a future. Not the dead eyed look of a woman who was not living her days, but existing within them. Your doe eyes made him chuckle, snapping you out of your stupor.

“What’s so humourous to you?” you asked, raising a brow in his direction.

Jimin simply shook his head, placing a kiss on your hairline. 

“Nothing, my love. Nothing at all.”

---

The first time you laid eyes on Morgana was horrifically calm. She wasn’t angry, nor was she stupendously hideous. She merely look like a feeble, old woman. One who should be walking around with a cane and a small smile etched into her aged skin. But, you knew the truth about her. She was a wicked, despicable woman. One who prayed on the weak of will and faint of heart. She had a sliver of ice that had consumed her heart and soul. 

Now, as you looked at her in chains, your heart still raced. 

Your palms still sweat.

Because you knew she could kill you. And she would given the chance. 

Jimin’s hand was interlocked with your own. The pair of you were walking behind the procession. Jungkook was at the front, leading with his hand on his saber the entire time. Father Jin and Hoseok were next, holding Morgana with the magically charmed restraints. Lord Taehyung and Yoongi were behind them, keeping a good distance between you and her. 

You looked nervously at Jimin, knowing something was off in the air. You could feel it in your gut, something was wrong. 

“Jimin,” you whispered, leaning into his side. He accepted you there, holding you around the waist as the pair of you walked. 

“Yes my love?” he asked, kissing your head gently. 

“Something is wrong, something doesn’t feel right,” you warned. 

“I understand your nerves, we are about to kill the witch that has made our lives hell. You are nervous, as am I... But I know we must do this. This is the right thing,” Jimin stated. 

“J-Jimin that’s not it,” you whimpered. 

“Y/N? What is it?” he asked. 

“I-”

“Up ahead!” Hoseok shouted, pointing to the monument growing in the distance. 

“Finally, soon we’ll be free,” Jimin breathed. 

Before you in the sky rose four large stone gates that appeared to be facing in the cardinal directions. In the very center was a pedestal, covered in green moss and lichens. You shivered in the chill of the winter air. But how was there life growing upon the rock in this kind of weather?

“Wow, do you feel that?” Jimin asked as the two of you got closer.

“Yes, it feels... Strong,” you whispered back. 

“It’s the magical energy of the monument. It was here before my forefathers were born. They performed all of their rituals here during the dark ages. They prayed to their Gods to provide good harvest, to have the women birth healthy young, for the Kingdom to be prosperous. But they gave that up when the frosts started to become more brutal, women started dying as well as the children. There’s a reason the capitol isn’t here anymore,” Jimin explained.

“Morgana, to the pedestal,” Jungkook practically growled. 

You stood besides Jimin, gripping his hand as you watched the witch get led forward. Father Jin latched his side into a stone hitch that lay towards the back of the cold slab of rock. Hoseok did the same on his side. 

“Morgana, you are here for committing attempted murder on the King and Queen of this Kingdom,” Jungkook began.

“Which one? There’s been many before these little gutter snipes,” she sneered. You cringed as you saw her teeth, cracked and green before you. Jimin held you close, smoothing his hands down your back. 

“Silence you putrid hag!” Jungkook yelled.

“I will read you your rights under God,” Jin said, approaching her with a tenderness she didn’t deserve.

“I don’t believe in your God, take pity on yourself and save the breath, you will need it for when your blood curdling screams take off across the snow later,” she smiled. 

“What?” Taehyung said.

Her broken cackle echoed across the area, filling your stomach to the brim with dread. You knew something wasn’t right. You knew it, and yet you still followed. You let Jimin come here, and now-

SNAP.

The chains that held Morgana’s hands to the rocks broke, as if made of string. Jimin threw you behind him, keeping you out of her sight. 

Jungkook moved to attack, when Morgana moved her hand, sending Jungkook flying into the stone column behind him. 

“Jungkook!” Hoseok yelled. 

“Now now, Hoseok... Let’s not pretend anymore shall we?” she teased. 

Your blood ran cold.

“No,” you breathed, the fog of the word catching in the air in front of your face. But you still found yourself reeling. 

“Hoseok you traitor! I’ll never forgive you for this!” Jimin snarled. 

“I’ll never forgive you for taking me away from my pregnant wife! From my child whom I never got to hold in my arms. No, I had to follow my Prince’s orders and miss my wife’s delivery... But no matter, they will be back soon enough,” Hoseok huffed. 

“Hoseok, they’re gone. But that isn’t Jimin’s fault! It’s her! It’s Morgana’s fault! She’s the one who attacked the village where they were! Jimin had nothing to do with that!” you tried to rationalize.

“He knew she could go into labor any day, and yet he still sent me. Not Jungkook, not my brother Namjoon. Me,” Hoseok stated.

“Hoseok, you were the only man who could do what I asked. You know that!”

“I can’t forgive you Highness... I just... I can’t,” Hoseok whispered. 

“Hoseok dear, I believe it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain,” Morgana chuckled. 

“Yes, I believe it is,” Hoseok said. He took out both of his daggers, wielding them in the air before running.

Straight for you.

You closed your eyes tight and waited for a blow that never came. But a sharp metallic ringing is what echoed through the air, not your screams. You peaked your eye open and saw Jimin, sword drawn and being pushed against by Hoseok’s daggers.

“I won’t let you touch her,” Jimin growled, shoving Hoseok back hard against the rock.

“You won’t get a chance to say otherwise,” Hoseok rebuked. 

The two began to fight. Jimin on the defense while Hoseok came at him again and again. You watched in horror as the two parried and lunged at each other. It was as if they were dancing, each trying to outsmart the other in the way they moved their bodies. 

Hoseok was much more aggressive than Jimin. Hoseok had power behind each move, but Jimin had agility. He swooped and ducked, even falling to the ground to avoid his attacker. 

But Hoseok was getting frustrated fast. He wanted this to end, and quickly.

“Hoseok, we’re like brothers, why are you fighting me?” Jimin asked, practically pleading in his tone. 

“My family was all I had, and you took that away from me... So I’ll take your family away too,” Hoseok stated, lunging past Jimin’s cheek, leaving a cut across the tender flesh there.

“Jimin!” you yelped, moving to rush forward when you were caught around the waist. Taehyung whispered in your ear, pulling you further away from the action.

“Don’t, let them go, they need to do this,” he explained. 

“They’re going to hurt each other, I can’t let that happen,” you whimpered. 

“Neither of them truly want to hurt the other, but we need to fool Morgana” Taehyung whispered.

“But his cheek,” you gaped. 

“It’s all a show, Morgana thinks that Hoseok is on her side...”

“On her side?” 

“Hoseok confessed last night. He told us about his plans and what Morgana was forcing him to do. And that it was all based on the promise of his family being returned to him. But Father Jin discovered that Morgana has never possessed the power to reanimate beings, she was lying to get to him. The weakness of his recent loss made him susceptible,” Taehyung said, slowly pulling you away from their fighting.

Suddenly, you felt a force rip Taehyung from your side, throwing you to the ground with the strength of it. There was ice in your mouth as you coughed, your lungs desperate for oxygen. “Enough!” 

Morgana’s sharp voice echoed through the cold stone.

“Y/N!”

You looked up from the snow and towards her. Jimin and Hoseok were breathing heavily, looking at each other with fierce eyes. For people who didn’t really want to kill each other, they were certainly playing the role well.

“Hoseok. That little wench over there is still breathing. Why is that?” Hoseok froze.

“He’s not giving me any room to attack,” Hoseok explained, sweat dripping from his brow.. 

“I have a reason not to lose,” Jimin stated, “I won’t let her watch me fail.”

Hoseok lunged forward, appearing to attempt a surprise attack, but Jimin simply moves to the side with practiced ease. Hoseok’s face flushed with frustration. 

“My prince, you are stubborn. I will give you that, but I won’t lose. I can’t.”

Hoseok moved forward again, and this time Jimin moves a second too late. You heard him hiss in pain as Hoseok’s dagger shredded through his jacket and shirt, cutting his upper bicep. 

You screamed and Morgana’s eyes focused on you. A shudder ran down your spine, the equivalent to ice water running through your veins at the look in her eyes. It was as if you were the very bane of her existence. As if she hated nothing more in the world... 

Jimin gripped his arm, blood beginning to seep from the wound. “You caught me off guard, Hoseok. Revel in that attack, because it will be the last one you land on me,” Jimin teased, hitting Hoseok’s dagger from his hand and kicking him square in the chest. Hoseok’s breath flew from him as he landed harshly against the ground, Jimin’s shoe digging into his tender flesh. 

“Hoseok, it appears I have the upper hand. And what do you say to that?” Jimin gloated.

“I say, NOW NAMJOON!” Hoseok cried. 

“Namjoon?!” you yelled. 

Then, Morgana lurched forward unnaturally, legs bowing forward as her chest puffed out. Behind her, Namjoon stood bravely. His saber skewered her, through and through.

Tears sprung to your eyes. He wasn’t dead. He survived the Forsaken, and now he was here to fulfill his promise to you and Jimin both.

Hoseok smiled as Morgana cried out, black blood pouring from her ripped skin. Gurgling sounds echoed throughout the clearing, making your stomach churn. Namjoon pressed his foot into her back and shoved her off his sword, watching as she fell into a heap on the ground. 

“Hoseok... Y-you traitor... N-Now your family will... be in purga-tory for the... rest of time,” she groaned from the bloodied Earth. 

“My family will rest in peace with their murderer dead,” he growled. 

Morgana lay there, unmoving. Tentatively, you stood, holding your side. 

“Ji-Jimin?” you asked, looking at him with teary eyes. 

“Y/N,” he breathed. 

You ran over, past Morgana’s body and wrapped your arms around your husband. Jimin smiled as he picked you up and spun you around. Pure elation ran through your veins, burning bright from within you. 

“We’re free,” he whispered, kissing your face. You smiled as he set you down, hands locked behind his neck.

“We need to clean your cheek,” you whispered, fingers tracing his wound in a delicate manner. 

“We’ll worry about that later, I think someone wants to say hello to you,” Jimin stated.

You turned around and saw Namjoon looking at you, a big grin on his dirty face. “Lady Y/N,” Namjoon greeted, bowing slightly. You matched his smile and ran over, giving him a big hug too. 

“I thought we’d lost you,” you whispered, holding him tight. 

“I have a duty to uphold my lady. A duty that I will forever follow,” Namjoon declared. 

“I’m so glad we wound up not needing this,” Father Jin said, pulling out a small knife. 

“What is it?” you asked, taking the blade between your fingers. 

“Careful, there is an extremely potent poison placed on the blade,” he warned. 

“Why didn’t we just use this instead of Namjoon’s saber, this is more discreet,” you pondered.

“Well it was kind of our last resort. It’s dangerous to wield it as well, because just a nick with this blade could spell death for the injured, I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life if it wasn’t necessary,” Father Jin explained. 

“Y/N, you should put it down,” Jimin said, moving forward. 

“I’ll be fine,” you said. Looking up at your husband, pure fear trickled down your spine. Morgana’s corpse had moved, standing behind him in a menacing posture. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

Jungkook started to run from his place behind the pedestal. Father Jin was thrown backwards, as well as Namjoon and Hoseok. Taehyung remained back where the two of you had been thrown earlier, but his eyes widened in shock. Yoongi took aim from the back.

Before you had time to think, you moved forward shoving Jimin to the ground. Morgana’s blade barely missed his neck... However, it stabbed into your stomach square on. Pain erupted from your abdomen. 

Jimin looked up in horror.

His wife...

His beloved wife stood above him, taking a dagger meant for him. 

“Y/N! No!” 

“I knew you’d protect him. Finally,” she sneered as she twisted the blade in your stomach. You whimpered in pain, feeling your strength begin to sap from your limbs. 

“I-I’ll always... protect him,” you heaved. 

“Foolish girl, this is what love gets you. Pain and suffering,” Morgana declared. 

“No, love has brou-ught me so m-much more than you’ll e-ever know.”

Jimin was frozen to the spot, his heart hammering against his chest. How could he let this happen? He was a failure. He couldn’t even protect his wife from the one thing he knew would harm her. 

He failed you.

“Die and know that your husband will fall in love with me, forgetting all about you. All he will know, is me,” she gritted, pulling the knife from your abdominal area. 

You collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from your wound. Jimin scrambled to hold you, gripping your face. “Y/N, Y/N look at me,” he panicked, keeping your face level with his. 

Morgana grabbed him by the back of his shirt, lifting him into the air with ease. She smiled a black tooth grin at him, making Jimin want to gag. Sniffing around his hair and neck, Morgana licked his injured cheek. She shuddered, seeming to enjoy the sensation of his agony. 

“Your despair is so delicious my sweet, and your blood is addictive... God, I can’t wait for you to be mine,” she beamed.

“I-I’ll never be yours,” he fought, kicking his legs and attempting to fall from her ironclad grasp.

As she toyed with Jimin like a cat with a mouse, you saw your opportunity. Reaching forward, you took the knife in your hand and stabbed it directly into her foot.

Morgana shrieked, dropping Jimin onto the ground as she glared at you. 

“You little bitch!” she cried, kicking you in the jaw. You groaned in pain, head knocking back aggressively. 

“Y/N!” he whimpered. 

However, just as Jin said, the poison began to take effect. Morgana’s body seized up unnaturally, twitching and shuddering in pain. “W-What is this?”

“Nightshade poison, mixed with brimstone you unholy demon!” Father Jin cried. 

“N-No!” Morgana howled, body crumpling to the ground, continuing to twinge until a few moments later when she finally laid still.

Namjoon rushed over and pushed her over with his foot and took the dagger, ramming in through her skull. Crimson blood and brain matter covered the ground, making your head spin. 

The air was eerily quiet. 

A soft breeze came over the party.

Jimin scrambled onto his feet, rushing over to your mangled body on the ground. “Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?” he asked, pulling you into his lap. 

Your eyes were drooping as you looked at your husband. Your vision was doubling, seeing your husband multiply and then come back to one person made your mind whirl in confusion. “Jimin,” you whispered. 

“I’m here my love, I’m right here,” he said, holding your hand to his cheek. 

“I-I’m dying,” you stated, weak voice cracking from the strain of speaking. 

“No, no Y/N you’re going to be just fine, you’ll be okay,” Jimin said in a pained voice. 

He held you close, leaning into your palm that cupped his cheek. Namjoon stood behind him, face grim. Father Jin had come up, kneeling down besides the two of you. Taehyung and Jungkook stood back, looking on with sorrow in their eyes. Hoseok couldn’t bear to watch. 

“Keep pressure on it,” Father Jin ordered, pressing his robes to your wounds in an act of desperation. 

“Will she live? Father please tell me you can help her,” Jimin pleaded. 

Father Jin kept applying pressure to your wound, but you couldn’t feel it anymore... You had gone blissfully numb. You brushed his wounded cheek once more, frowning at the injury with distaste. 

“We nee-d, to clean your c-cheek,” you coughed, blood seeping into Father Jin’s robes at an alarming rate. 

Jimin felt his stomach drop into the Earth. “Just keep your eyes open, focus on me,” Jimin begged, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You tried your best, you really did. But your head was swimming from blood loss and pain that it was impossible to complete the task. 

“Jimin, we’re... free,” you breathed. 

“We are my love, we are free, so now you have to live... You have to live so we can have a family, rule the kingdom together, love each other... forever,” he sobbed. 

“I love you... so much, J-Jimin,” you stuttered, vision finally blotting out. 

“I love you too, I will love you for the rest of my days,” Jimin cried. 

You went limp in his arms, blood starting to stop it’s flow from your wound. Father Jin removed his hands, leaning back and looking down at the ground with tears falling from his eyelashes. 

“Father, we must keep pressure on the wound,” he shouted, pressing his hands to your stomach with anguish. 

“No we don’t Highness, no we don’t,” Father Jin cried softly.

Jungkook turned his back and was shaking, trying to keep himself together. 

“Highness, I failed you, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook weeped.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around the younger male, bringing him to his chest. Taehyung coddled him like a small babe fretting. However, honestly the older man just didn’t want his subordinate to see him cry. 

Yoongi covered his mouth, shocked by the proceedings. 

Hoseok collapsed to his knees. “I-I... After everything we did, I gave up everything... And she still beat us,” he whispered.

Namjoon moved over to Jimin, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Highness, we must go, the Forsaken still exist, and they will be savage at the loss of their Queen.”

Jimin shook his head, burying his face into your cold neck. “I can’t leave her, I refuse,” he whimpered. 

“Highness,” Namjoon urged.

“No! I won’t leave her here, I promised I would never leave her,” Jimin howled. Anguish covered the younger man’s features. Tears ran down his cheeks, making pathways to the earth on his face. 

“Jimin!” Namjoon screamed. 

The world was rocked into utter silence.

“We all loved her, we all are going to miss her. But now we have to let her go... We have to go, the last thing Lady Y/N would’ve wanted is for you to die with her as well. She died so you could go on living, please Jimin... Please let her go,” Namjoon said. 

“Perhaps he can’t,” a distant voice uttered. 

Namjoon pulled out his sword, directing it towards the noise. 

“Who’s there?” Namjoon called, looking into the distance.

Jimin cradled your body closer to him, hand smoothing down your hair as he cried. 

A sliver of blue mist appeared, circling above you and Jimin both. Namjoon pulled out his saber and pointed it into the air. 

“Back demons, we’ve already lost so much today, please have mercy,” Namjoon stated, closing his eyes.

“My sweet Y/N,” Jimin sobbed, kissing the tomb of your head. The poor man was broken. The one thing he loved most in this world, taken from him in an instant. He thought the two of you were going to be together forever... But why did forever have to be so short?

“We... are not... demons,” a sweet tone answered.

“This is where we lost each other, and found each other again,” another voice answered.

“Who are you?” Taehyung shouted.

“I am Park Lee Suk, High King of Arcane Kingdom,” one sliver of blue mist answered, transforming into a full apariton. One that looked exactly like the deceased High King. 

“And I am Park Lu Na, High Queen of Arcane Kingdom... Or, at least I was supposed to be,” she smiled, sheepish as her body came into view.

“Ghosts?” Jungkook whispered, trying to be brave.

“If you’d like to think of us that way, perhaps it will make it easier,” Luna said, smiling softly at the young male.

“Why are you here?” Father Jin asked, looking at them with interest. He’d never seen spirits before, the Holy words spoke of the dearly departed who can’t move on, whether it be an untimely end or unfinished business that keeps them...

“My poor child,” Lee Suk said, kneeling behind Jimin.

Jimin tightened his grip around you, cradling you close to his chest. “Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me, boy? You look an awful lot like me,” Lee Suk smiled. 

“Y-You’re... You’re the ancestor who fell in love with Morgana!” Jimin exclaimed.

“It was not love that Morgana and I shared. She forced me into loving her, placed me under a spell of infatuation. The only thing powerful enough to break that spell, was true love. And Luna here, she set me free. Much like how Y/N set you free as well,” Lee Suk said, giving the boy a reminiscent look.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked, coming forward and placing his hand on his sword.

“Oh there’s no need for that. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Luna said, coming closing and sitting besides you. 

“Y/N,” Jimin whispered, brushing the hair from your face, keeping you within his grasp.

“Tell me, Jimin,” Lee Suk began, placing a phantom hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “Do you believe you could love after Y/N?”

“How could you ask me that? I can’t ever love someone the way I love her... Y/N is everything to me... And now she's gone...”

All beating hearts in the area ached with his broken tone. Jimin looked so utterly torn apart by your passing. 

“I want to know you mean it, Jimin,” Luna said, looking him dead in the eyes.

“I can’t ever love someone the way I love Y/N, she’s the love of my life. The only love of my life, and today I failed her... I let her down. When she needed me the most, I couldn’t protect her. It’s all my fault,” Jimin whimpered, hiding his face in your stiff neck.

Luna and Lee Suk looked to one another and nodded before coming towards your body. Jimin tightened his grip around you and tried to keep you away from them. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking at them with uncertainty. 

“Just trust us my child,” Lee Suk said, interlocking his hands with Luna.

“Lay her down,” Luna said, motioning with her head. 

“I-”

“Sire,” Namjoon interrupts, “Do as they say.” Jimin gave him a frightened look, as if letting you go would mean losing you forever.

“Okay,” Jimin whispered, slowly lowering you from his iron grip to the soft and white blanket of the snow below. 

Your hair fanned out against the beautiful ice crystals made Jimin want to cry harder. But soon, his ancestor and yours went to work. 

They started at your head, laying their hands about a foot above you. A piercing blue light emanating from their palms. Jimin could barely keep his eyes open, but he watched on with morbid curiosity. Carefully they pressed on, moving over your neck and chest. As they proceeded Jimin realized they were whispering to each other. 

Whether it was sweet nothings or a spell, Jimin couldn’t be sure. But soon, you were starting to rise from the snow, levitating into the air with the same blue aura encompassing you now.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asked, looking up at you.

“I think,” Father Jin began, “I think I know this spell.”

“Father, what are they doing to her?” Taehyung asked, coming up to hold onto Jimin, who looked ready to collapse.

“They are giving the last of themselves. Their very essence, to bring her back,” Father Jin said, 

“Oh God please let this work,” Hoseok said, rubbing his face.

“It has to, what other option do we have?” Jungkook whispered.

You were now at least twenty feet in the air, your body surrounded by this blue light. Lee Suk and Luna were with you also.

“Y/N,” Jimin croaked, reaching out for you like a child.

“Be strong Jimin,” Taehyung said wrapping his hand around his friend’s wrist. Trying desperately to stop his own tears.

“Taehyung what if they can’t bring her back? What am I to do?” Jimin whispered. 

“Don’t think like that, this will work,” Namjoon said, coming forward to hold onto his friend’s shoulders.

The rest of the men came forward. Showing their support in the only way they could. By being there, next to their King, whom they adored more than anything. Father Jin came forward and took Jimin’s hands. 

“Father?” he asked, looking down in confusion.

“You must say these words with me,” he said, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“I know this spell, and it is difficult and rarely used. They’re giving their life force, their souls to bring her back. And they need our help. We must complete the circle for them. They are trying to do it with two people and it’s not enough. We must help them if we are to bring Lady Y/N back,” Father Jin urged, reaching out for the Taehyung as well. “All of you, interlock hands and repeat after me.”

The men did as they were told, all coming together and joining hands.

“From the blessed light above.”

“From the blessed light above.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

“We ask you take this offering of two souls.”

“We ask you to take this offering of two souls.”

The light above them began to pulsate and writhe as if it were wrapping itself around you in a way that was binding. 

“Focus on the words men! Only the words!”

“But Father Y/N-”

“Will remain as she is if we don’t continue!”

“Keep going!” Jungkook yelled.

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

“Urelian, mosef Y/N, et illiad terinuman.”

“Urelian, mosef Y/N, et iliad terinuman.”

“So let it be done. On this Earth, there may remain only one!”

“So let it be done. On this Earth, there may remain only one!”

The light above turned crimson red. Lee Suk peered down at his descendant. A bright smile crossed his face. “I hope you two are happy, like we never could be. Please, never take her for granted. Always cherish her, and remember us.”

Jimin looked at him, a single tear falling down his cheek and he nodded.

With that, the light burst as bright as an explosion lighting up the sky with its fury. Father Jin turned and looked up at your body still hovering in the air. 

“She’s gonna fall! Hurry, get ready to catch her!”

Everyone gathered around, locking arms and creating a sort of net to ensure you wouldn’t hit the ground. Soon your body hit the ‘net’, causing everyone to fall down with you. Luckily the snow was deep and took a majority of the impact. Your skin was still paler than Father Jin had hoped. And your dress was still coated in your blood. 

“Get her up on the stone, I need to examine her,” Father Jin said, urging everyone up. 

“Father did it work?” Jimin asked, coming closer.

“I’m not sure,” he answered, helping to lift you into the air and onto the slab of stone next to you.

“Father,” Jungkook started. “There are Forsaken in this area, we need to move.”

“Jungkook is right, we can’t stay here,” Namjoon responded, coming forward.

“Is there any way for us to move her?” Yoongi asked, looking along the forest line his bow drawn.

“We can move her,” Father Jin answered.

“Then let’s get her to the carriage and back to the castle. I’ll send for guards to come as soon as it is possible,” Jungkook said, moving towards the stone slab.

“Taehyung get Jimin to the carriage as fast as you can, we’ll get Lady Y/N,” Namjoon said. 

“Yes, Jimin come on, we’ve got to go,” Taehyung said, pulling his friend by the wrist.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, softly. 

“She’ll be alright, come along,” Taehyung cooed.

Jimin slowly tore his eyes away from you and followed Taehyung to the carriage.

😳 point taken (cr. qdeoks)

HOLY SH- they look so good 😩👀

2021 SEASON’S GREETINGS

Idk if I’m stupid and didn’t see it but do you have a master list on you page??? 💀💀💀

I don’t have a mobile master list, sorry about that my dear :(