To The Ever Loveable Tornado.

To the ever loveable tornado.

You’ve worked so hard, and overcome so much to say you love yourself. The you YOU want to be.

Others say you don’t know yourself, that you’re ugly and untalented.

But we know how hard you’ve worked, and now you’ve proved it to us all.

Happy Birthday Namjoon!

We 💜 you.

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...

Crimson Grail Part III

AHHH IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY NOT GOOD AT THIS COMMITMENT THING ILL GET BETTER AT IT SO PLEASE ENJOY??

As always I don’t own the picture.

Pair: Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pirate!AU, smut (future), Action, Adventure, Romance

Words: 4,925

Stabbing pain.

That was the first thing that registered in your mind as you started to come to.

Your eyes flew open and you sat up quickly, feeling a flash of pain erupt in your shoulder. You cried out and held onto your wound.

Jin was beside you, giving an unamused expression. You stared at him in disbelief, amazed that you hadn’t simply been thrown off the ship entirely. Although, Jin’s face was telling a different story. One that made your stomach churn with uncertainty.

“You are to stand before your fellow crewmates and face trial by them. They will decide whether you stay on this ship, or if you walk the plank.”

You should’ve expected this sooner. There were so many wives tales about having a woman aboard the ship. And one that was cross dressing as a man? The odds were not in your favor.

Jin stood, appearing to want you to follow. As you struggled to your feet, Jin leaned close to your ear.

“You saved Yoongi, I owe you my thanks,” you sighed and looked up at him.

“Thanks are deaf on a dead man’s ears.”

Jin swallowed hard and lead you out of the quarters and into the hot sun of the sea. The men were fighting over you. The decision as to whether you would remain on the ship and stay as a part of the crew, or if you had served your purpose and were due to walk the plank.

“Silence you mangy dogs! The time has come for a vote! Will she be staying? Or walking the plank!”

Jin shouted over the men.

An eruption of voices took over.

“A woman aboard is highly unlucky! We’ll all die from Calypso’s jealousy!”

“I say we keep her! Have our fun with her when we’re done working for the day!”

“Throw her over! One less mouth to feed!”

“She’s not useful! She can’t do as much work as we all can! Throw her over!”

“A sacrifice to Calypso in hopes of a safe journey!”

“SILENCE!”

Jin screamed, and all the men were quiet once more.

“Let us all raise our hands. Those in favor of keeping the girl on board, raise ya hands.”

Greaves was the first to have his hand go up. You smiled softly at him, thanking him with your eyes.

But only a few lifted their hands afterwards.

Greaves stepped forwards and stared at all of them.

“What’s the matter with ya! Have ya not daughters? Wives? Whores to keep your bed warm at night? She’s been pullin’ her weight around this ship, I say we keep her. She obviously loves the sea just as much as we all do, and she loves the ship. Is she no less a pirate than the rest of us?”

Your heart swelled at his kind words.

“Also, she took a bullet for the Captain. Doesn’t it seem rather crude to throw her over after doing him such a service?”

“Having a woman on board is no different than having a child aboard! They’re no good! Have her walk the plank and get this over with!”

“It’s bad luck to have a woman aboard! Off the plank with her!”

“Less resources we have to put into her, and now she’s wounded. She’s no use to us if she can’t work. She’d just be a freeloader. And if you can’t work for your keep, off the plank with you.”

Greaves looked around frantically.

“She can’t swim, and there isn’t land for miles that she could swim to! She’ll surely drown!”

“And drown she will, but we’re pirates mate… Human life isn’t the kind of treasure we’re trying to keep. Off the plank with her.”

Jin looked around and sighed, casting his gaze down to you. Greaves turned his head towards Jin; eyes pleading.

“Doesn’t the Captain get a say in what happens on this ship? Shouldn’t his word be final?”

Jin shook his head and looked Greaves in the eyes. “The men have spoken. Prepare the plank!”

You watched as the notorious wooden board was brought out for you. Jin slowly walked with you down the stairs as the men made a path for you. As if parting your own sea, preparing for the last walk that you’d take in this life...

Your hair was still up, so you decided to show your femininity by letting your hair down. You weren’t ashamed of who you were and you weren’t going to hide yourself in your final moments. That wasn’t going to be how you died.

The ship was silent as you made your way towards the plank. No one dared speak, in fear of whatever someone else might say. What was there to say really? They were condemning a woman because she was bad luck on a ship, a waste of the current resources and not useful due to an injury. An injury sustained saving their Captain. What a bunch of cowards and bastards.

To hell with the lot of them!

If you were to die today, then so be it! You would die with honor and your head held high. Greaves was at the very end, there to say a few words and speak your final sentence to you.

“Lass, I’m so sorry this had to be your fate… Maybe, in another life you were married, to a good man, with a few pups of your own, yeah?”

There were tears in his eyes. You knew he was far more emotional than anyone else on this ship. He had lost so many in his life, and to lose another was like losing a child for him. You wished you could make his tears stop.

“I’m alright. I’ll be alright. I’ll start swimming, just you watch me. I’ll swim far and fast. Right to land where I’ll find that good man. I’ll make something of myself, just you wait and see. You won’t be able to travel without hearing my name. Just you wait…”

Greaves gave you a watery smile and helped you up on the plank.

The board was old and warped. You wondered how many people had walked to their deaths at the end of this piece of wood. And now you were the next. You thought briefly of the Captain that you had saved. Was taking that bullet really worth your own life?

No!

Saving a life was not something to regret because you lost your own. It was only a reason to rejoice. You’d done something good. Something that was worthy of those pearly gates you’d never believed in.

Although, if there was a God. Hopefully he would smile upon you and give you a merciful death. Something fast like hitting your head on a rock and breaking your neck.

However, you were out in the middle of the ocean. The likelihood of hitting your head on a rock was slim to none. Guess a merciful death is out of the cards for you.

Your feet touched the damp wood as you inched your way down the plank, trying not to fall off before your time. Taking in the scenery before you, a sense of peace came over you. The sea was your home, and you were simply returning after a long journey away. Her salty waves would swallow you into her waiting arms of death, letting you rest after a tormented life.

You were almost to the end of the plank when-

“Stop.”

You knew that voice.

Slowly, and carefully you turned and saw your Captain, Min Yoongi, standing on the stairs of the ship and looking at the scene with distaste.

“Please, elaborate on the proceedings.”

A man towards the back spoke up.

“Captain, she’s walking the plank-”

“I can see that, I have two eyes you mongrel. I want an explanation as to why one of my crew is being sent overboard without my final judgement. As far as I’m concerned someone you should be up there for treason against your Captain.”

Another crew member spoke up. “It’s bad luck sir! Calypso will be enraged with jealousy,” he explained. You saw Yoongi scoff, tilting his head at the crew member.

“Bad luck? Then what of the Pirate Lord Scarlett River? Would you throw her overboard in hopes of appeasing the mighty Calypso?”

Silence.  

“However,” Jin began, “She’s injured and cannot work for her keep. Many of the men see it as a waste of resources to keep an injured crew member aboard.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned to Jin.

“Who said this was under my authority? The girl saved my life. I am in her debt, and if she dies, how am I to repay that debt? Hmm? Get back on board, I’ll have you.”

The whole ship got deadly quiet once again.

He’ll have you?

What the hell does that mean?

“Captain, you’re sure?” Jin asked, chasing Yoongi who was coming closer to the edge of the ship.

“Never been more certain. A woman who is willing to put her life on the line for me is more than fitting to be my bride. But instead of being willing to die for me, how about you try living for me instead?”

He said with a smile on his face and holding his hand out to you at the other end of the plank

You hesitantly moved to reach for his palm when a large wave came and rocked the ship heavily to one side. Your footing on the small board slipped and you fell off the plank and down into the icy waters below.

“MAN OVERBOARD!”

You tried to swim, but the throbbing pain in your shoulder prevented you from doing so. There was a breach in the water above you, but you were thrashing so badly that it was hard to focus on what was up and what was down.

There was a sense of panic in your blood and you couldn’t breathe. Your arm hurt terribly and you could feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the black abyss that wait below. Ready to swallow you whole and take your soul.

Suddenly, you felt arms around your waist. Warmth flooded your body against the chill of the salt water. You turned to see Yoongi, pulling you towards the surface. Your vision was hazy, but it was definitely him.

The two of you broke the water and air rushed into your lungs. A burn present in your eyes and lungs, but you were alive.

“GET A ROPE!”

Yoongi had his hands around your waist as he hauled you up first, Greaves being right there to pull you in. Jin was right behind him, grabbing Yoongi and helping him to the deck. Greaves barked at a few men to get some blankets or extra canvas, something to cover you up with so you didn’t catch your death on the deck.

Your arm throbbed and you held it in pain. Yoongi took notice and walked over to you.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, looking at your arm with moderate interest. You nodded and he sighed, looking to Jin. “Take her to my quarters and have her rest there,” then he turned to the rest of the crew with a menacing look on his face. “If anyone dares to lay a finger on her from here on out, you’ll be answering to me. Is that clear?” Everyone nodded quickly.

With that, Yoongi went up to the helm and took over. Jin ushered you towards the stairs. Greaves was hot on his tail, following with a few dry items of clothing for you to change into. Jin opened the door and you were pushed inside with your clothing and left to change.

What they didn’t realize was you couldn’t lift your arm above your head without severe pain going through your system.

So, you tried to make do with what you could. You changed your pants and underwear, hoping to God that these were at least moderately clean and then you attempted to take off your shirt, but it really was no use.

There was a knock at the door and Jin entered moments later.

“Hello…”

There was uncertainty in his voice, and you knew why. He felt bad about letting you walk the plank. However, there really was nothing he could’ve done. The crew had voted, but the Captain chose otherwise.

“Hello.”

Jin came in with some water and a few pieces of cheese and bread for you to eat. You took it eagerly and swallowed, almost choking a few times while Jin helped you back to bed. After finishing what he gave you, you gave him a curious look.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I am here to tell you our course and what being the Captain’s bride entails. There are a lot of things you will be responsible for now. As of this moment, you’re second in command on this ship. The bride of a pirate Captain is no small thing. Yoongi did it to save your life. And eye for an eye I suppose. You saved his skin, now he’s saving yours.”

It made sense. You took a bullet for him that would have surely been fatal. And now, he saves you from walking the blank and drowning.

“What does being a Captain’s bride mean?” You asked.

Jin sighed and rubbed his face.

“You’re allowed almost every authority that he has. No one can harm you without having him to answer to. You have the protection of one of the most notorious pirates on these seas. It’s a gift, really.”

You couldn’t help the snort that came out of your mouth. What a ridiculous thing to say. It’s a gift to be chosen like a prize to be won.

“And what if I refuse his offer? Maybe I wanted to drown. Finally put an end to this tormenting life…”

Jin shrugged and looked back at you.

“If that’s something you so desire, jump when we are all asleep tonight. We’d keep sailing and you’d drown the way you appear to want to. Although, it would be a waste for a life that Yoongi has saved, especially one as heroic as yours.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “I am not heroic. Believe me. I only did what a member of the crew should’ve done.”

Jin shook his head and stood up.

“I need to inform you of where we are heading, my lady.”

“Inform away,” you said, pushing your hair back.

“We are heading to the Council.”

Your head snapped in his direction. He had your attention now.

“What do you mean? The Council? As in the Pirate Council?”

Jin nodded and stood, walking towards the center of the room where a table sat. You followed behind him quickly; curiosity filling your veins as you stepped closer.

“We are heading to the Council for a meeting. All of the Pirate Lords have been summoned, which means Yoongi has to make his way there. Have you ever heard of the trials that one must go through to become a Pirate Lord?”

You nodded and began speaking animatedly, “My mother used to tell me stories of how people used to fight to the death to earn the title of Pirate Lord. How you must bring the heart of someone you love to the council. Then, you must fill a goblet of pure silver with the blood of a virgin saint. And then make an offering to Calypso. After that, the Council must approve of you. So even after all of that work there still isn’t a guarantee that you’ll be accepted.”

Jin gave you an odd look.

“Not exactly. There are a few things that have been stretched to make a story out of the truth. But all you need to know is that Yoongi is a Lord, which makes you a Lady. Currently, he is the only Pirate Lord with a Lady beside him. That gives him the advantage, which could be dangerous in these kinds of situations.”

“How does having me as a bride give him an advantage?” you questioned.

“You have say in the Pirate Council. Yoongi has a vote and so do you,” Jin stated. “It goes without saying that generally, your ideals will coincide. Essentially, it means Yoongi gets two votes, while the other pirates only get one.”

You frowned, but continued to focus on the map. It was covered with handwriting, which you could only assume to be Yoongi’s.

“Why is the Council gathering?”

“Have you heard about ships disappearing off the waters?”

Now that he mentioned it, there were some people who came through the tavern in Albion that had been discussing something like that. Several merchant ships and pirate ships alike had been vanishing from the waters.

“Yes, people back in Albion where talking about it in the tavern I worked in. What does that have to do with the Council?” You asked, giving Jin a curious look.

“The Council are meeting to discuss these disappearances and what to do about them.”

Pirates were disappearing off the seas…

“What can the Council do about this?”

Jin sighed and stood up.

“You ask a lot of questions, but, it’s not my place to say what the Council can and can’t do. I think you’ve had a rather exhausting day, lay down and rest. I’ll come to get you in the morning for breakfast,” Jin said, standing before walking out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You tossed and turned in the bed, wondering when Yoongi would come back from the helm.

Getting up, you let your mind and childish wonder be free. There was much to view here that you’d never seen before. Gadgets that hadn’t been touched by anyone. Treasures that the Captain had claimed for himself. All things with stories that you could unfurl...

There was jewelry set aside on a vanity that appeared to be bolted into the very structure of the ship. It made sense. For something worth that much money, it should be kept safe at all times on the sea.Viewing the various necklaces and rings you found one that struck your fancy...

A deep red stone that could either be ruby or garnet, with a fashionable teardrop cut. The gem was surrounded by a silver band and delicate vine like structures made from the precious metal. It looked like a stone being enveloped back into the void.

Selfishly you placed it on your ring finger and admired how it seemed to fit perfectly. You couldn’t help but wonder if this could be your wedding ring. Would Captain Min want to have a wedding? How was all of this supposed to play out?

You weren’t sure if you were a properly married woman in the eyes of the crew, but, still. You waited and every creak of the boat sent a jolt through your spine.

How do you have a wedding on a ship? When did you agree to be married? Would you be expected to have children, like you would have if you were married on shore. It’s not really a suitable environment for a babe...

What the hell were you thinking? You were reading far too deep.

You thought back to the events from earlier...

His hands wrapping around you to pull you to the surface, the warmth of his body against yours in the chilled water of the ocean... How his arms were so strong around your body. Yet, he was delicate in terms of your shoulder. Would he ask about your wound? Would you have to show him?

With a squeak you smacked your cheeks, then wincing in pain as the sudden movement jolted your shoulder. Jin was right, you were tired and you needed to get some rest. As you moved from the vanity towards the other side of the cabin, you couldn’t help but continue your nosy assualt.

The whole ship was made out of a deep colored wood that decorated the cabin. The dark color shone out against the crimson decorations in the room beautifully. Curtains made from obviously fine fabrics hung against his enforced window. The bed you had found yourself laying in was secured against the framework much like the vanity.

Everything in this room seemed to tell you a story about your Captain and new found husband...

Yoongi had many books placed against the walls, held in place by boards or strings. You approached them with greed. Reading had been one of your many pleasures when back on land. When you weren’t working, mor like slaving, in the tavern you’d go to the local library or bookstore to spend your most recent earnings for the ecstasy of adventure between the pages of books.

Upon further examination they all appeared to be some sort of tragedy, or the odd comedy if you were lucky. Why did your Captain read such sad and angst ridden tales? Did he not know the joys of reading Kim Taehyung’s most recent romance novel? It was truly one for history.

The moonlight shown in the room, noting the passage of time.

It must be getting close to the hours of dawn. The sun would be up no doubt within two hours. With the light, you found a small sparkling to be coming from a small shelf near the window.

Slowly you made your way over to it. There sat a small picture frame with a crack going through the middle. A woman with silk for hair gazed back at you with a pure smile kissing her lips. She looked so heavenly, as if she came from God Himself.

Why did Captain Min have her framed picture here in his own personal cabin? Curiosity burned in your mind. Who was she? Why did your Captain have her here? Why was she so beautiful?

You couldn’t help the pitiful expression that befell you as you gazed at her beauty. No doubt you’d never be as beautiful as she... There certainly were stars in her eyes... The light of the cosmos and eternity of mystery to never fully be uncovered...

“My sister,” a deep voice echoed from behind you. You jumped at the sudden sound made your body hiccup and you winced in pain from your shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry-”

“You didn’t? Then why is her ring on your finger?” he said darkly. You paled and quickly pulled the piece of jewelry from your finger, rushing to hand it back to him.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” You swallowed thick, feeling like a child being told off for stealing. He took the ring from you and handled it with the utmost respect as he placed it back on the vanity you had nosed around earlier.

“You shouldn’t have, yet you did. Is that who my wife is? Nosy and unworthy of my trust?” he asked, raising an eyebrow to you.

“I’m no thief... I never have been,” you promise, small.

“Somehow, despite your display... I believe that. You certainly aren’t the brightest thing I’ve ever met, however,” he chuckled. Lifting the ring into his hands he approached you. “Your hand please.”

You gave him one quickly. However, he didn’t move.

“I believe I need the other one,” he sighed.

“O-Oh!” you flushed, giving him your left hand. Without another word he pushed the piece onto your finger and then lifted it so he could view it.

“Mmm, I guess she was right,” he muttered to himself.

“What?” you asked, biting your lip.

“My sister’s ring,” he said. You cocked your head in confusion as he continued. “As she lay dying after giving birth to my only nephew, she gave me this ring. It was originally our mother’s, you see. She told me to give it to someone who had done me a great service. Whether I was to give it to them for it to be sold or for it to be used like this,” he said, lifting your hand to your face. “Was entirely up to whomever the ring was given.”

For some reason, the finality of his tone made you shudder. The ring was yours now, what you did with it was for you to decide. He gave it to you for saving his life.

Silence settled upon the two of you. It was suffocating and awkward as Yoongi went to sit down on his bed.

“Have you not slept due to pain? I could get you some rum or whiskey to help dull the ache in your shoulder,” he suggested.

“N-no, I, um... I’m more confused than anything,” you confessed. Yoongi’s head popped up with a humorously feline expression.

“Confused? How so?” he rebutted, removing his boots and belts.

“Earlier, on the deck... You said you’d have me. What does that mean?” you asked, wanting his explanation more than the meek attempt Jin gave.

“I made you my bride,” he said, as if it were obvious. “I told Jin to explain what your new duties would consist of... However, he no doubt was flustered by finding out your gender and was quick to remove himself. He gets a little odd around women,” he said more to himself than you.

“Are we to be married?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Essentially, if you’d like.” Yoongi stretched his arms up, making his already loose shirt provide less and less covering for his torso.

“You could’ve let me die back there, yet you didn’t. Why make me your bride?”

“You didn’t have to save me, why push me out of the way and take the bullet yourself?” he threw your own question back in your face.

“I saved you because you stand for what we all believe in,” you began. “Captain Min, Head of the Crimson Grail and of the most fearsome pirates in all the seas... But it’s not only that you see, and you understand,” you bit your lip with nerves. “I remembered you, from Albion,” you flushed. “I told you on the deck.”

“And I recall saving your maidenhood, not your life,” he quipped.

“But you don’t realize how many of us you have set free, Captain.” You bravely stepped towards him, swaying slightly as the ship jolted in the waves. “So many of us here have been cast out by society, dealt the bad card and told that we are meant to serve those above us. That we have a duty to the higher ups and nobility simply because our blood runs crimson, unlike their blue. But red is the color of a fight, one we won’t lose. You stand for that fight, you stand for our freedom. So.” You blushed, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I stand with you.”

Yoongi was silent. His head lifted as he gazed into your eyes.

Another wave hit the side of the ship, causing the floor to shift and your center of gravity to be thrown. With an unattractive squeak, you felt your legs beginning to slip.

However, the sharp pain of hitting the floor never came. You found yourself ensnared by he who would be your husband. One hand sat protectively around your waist and the other braced him against the wall. Your hands were up by your throat, breath coming in short pants.

“You remind me so much of mother.” He snickered, straightening the pair of you before heading back towards his bed. Your lips were no doubt almost raw with how much your had bitten them in this night alone.

“I hope in a good way,” you breathed in deeply, trying to clear you head of the fog that was rolling in.

“I don’t know yet,” he mused. “You must be tired, come.” He patted the seat next to him on the bed. Not understanding the implications, you blushed bright pink.

“I-If we are to be married then it is to be expected but... I’m not sure if consummation is appopriate at the moment, Captain-”

“Consummation? What are you-oh...” Yoongi trailed off, looking at your frightened frame standing before him. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on becoming intimate with you, unless you want me to.” He shoots you a winning smile before standing and making his way over to you.

“Captain-”

“Yoongi, please. If we are to be married I should know your name as well... Unless you want to be called Astor,” he smiled.

“Y/N,” you said softly.

“Y/N,” he repeated, feeling the weight of your name on his tongue. “I like that, a good name.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, Y/N. Lie here, rest for the night and in the morning I will answer any and all questions you have for me, if they are within my power to answer,” he appeased.

“But it is morning,” you yawned, moving towards the bed with surprising exhaustion creeping into your bones.

“Well, when you wake up it’ll still be morning correct? So why don’t you rest and then we’ll discuss further formalities and things of the like.”

“You should rest too,” you whispered, sitting on the mattress and lying down.

“I’ll go sleep with the crew for the night-”

“Stay with me,” you whispered, seeing the image of your father’s arms outstretched and waiting for you eagerly.

Yoongi sighed and didn’t fight you. He was also exhausted from the day’s proceedings. You turned over and he saw your wound peak out from underneath the fabric. Yoongi’s mouth took on a sour taste. Tobias was going to pay for your injury...

With his life...

Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

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

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

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

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

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

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

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

Just himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

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

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

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

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

“So-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

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

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

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

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

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he so scared?

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

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

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

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

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was so hot...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

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

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

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

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

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

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

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

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

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

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

“Sire-”

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

“If we give them what they want then-”

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

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

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

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

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Out with it then,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The air was still.

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

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

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

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

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything,” you agreed.

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

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

“Are you alright?” he asked.

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

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

“Does this hurt?”

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

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

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes... Thank you for-”

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

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

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

Your eyes held so much emotion...

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

hoseok really just… ©

Oh fuck that shit.

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