Into Eternity - Part VIII

Into Eternity - Part VIII

Oh shit, this beetch is back. 

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Words: 6,771

Warnings: Jimin being a lil shit, light sexy times, Hoseok being a brat. The usual.

The picture isn’t mine.

Jimin’s arm ached as he sat on the balcony of his room. It had been almost two weeks since the attack on the palace. And the world still seemed off kilter.

You hadn’t left Jimin’s side for almost the entirety of the past days. You couldn’t sleep alone, fearing the worst could befall him. Watching you doze and try to be strong for him was endearing, however he worried for your health as well.

So Jimin ordered your handmaidens to pamper you for the day. Warm baths mixed with lovely floral scents he picked himself. Even though Jimin wants to think he is doing it  purely for your well being, it would be a bold faced lie. He needs to speak to everyone without you there. Because they’re running out of time. The castle attack and the village being razed is nothing compared to what could be coming. They need to think of a solution, and fast.

Jimin thought back to Namjoon, the sacrifice he made to ensure everyone’s safety... it broke his heart to know someone so dear to him won’t ever get to meet his family. The family he wants to make with you.

However Jimin knew that now wasn’t the time for tears... now was the time for action. And not the kind he was hoping for the other night...

Jimin was surprised at his disappointment. But you had long been surprising him with the magnificent way you purely exist. How every single part of you drives him insane with desire and pride.

“You seem to be lost in thought,” your voice carried over the air. Jimin turned and found you in a silk robe, hair down and damp as you stood in the doorway. His breath wooshed from his chest.

“D-Darling, I wasn’t expecting you,” he stuttered, taking in your appearance. You smiled and walked up, offering him a soft kiss to the cheek.

“You certainly tried to make it so I wouldn’t be able to find you, huh?” You reprimanded. “Those handmaidens wouldn’t stop fussing. Which is peculiar for them, because they care not where I go... but today was different,” you tsked. “So that means, either you’ve told them to occupy my time... or I’m extremely obedient and never gave them a reason to be strict with me. However, I’m certain we both know the answer.”

Jimin sighed and looked down at his feet. “I should know by know that nothing gets past you,” he murmured. You chuckled and came up to place your hand on his face.

“Now, the real query is to why you felt the need to trap me in the baths all day?”

Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his nerves at bay. He wanted to make a plan for the witch with his guards today. Begin a counter attack to the atrocity that happened in Albion. He wanted to show that even while injured he was ready to lead his Kingdom. But he didn’t want you involved... it was far too dangerous. He’d almost lost you more than once and the thought of that made him sick.

“I thought you deserved some pampering. No doubt the new oils I had brought in could help with your nightmares,” Jimin offered.

“Mmm, you could always use them on me...” you smiled when Jimin’s face went pink. The thought of you lying in your bed with warmed oil cascading down your body made his mouth water.

He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Darling, I think a day of relaxation could truly benefit you. I just want you to feel good,” he smiled, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“I feel the best when I’m with you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jimin leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I have some urgent business to attend to today, I merely wanted you to enjoy your alone time. Think of the warm water and the lovely scents I picked. Just for you,” he bribed.

“It does sound lovely, but why can’t you enjoy it with me once your business is finished for the day? I bet the relaxation would aid your shoulder,” you whispered. Jimin watched your face fall as you examined his arm in it’s sling. He was doing much better, but the wound still ached when he slept and proved to give him trouble.

“If I say yes will you go and wait for me there?”

Making a face of mock concentration you tapped your chin.

“How long is this business going to take?” you pondered.

“Darling,” he warned.

“It’s merely a question, Jimin,” you appeased. “What is the business?”

He remained silent. Your face furrowed in frustration and hurt. “You won’t tell me?” you stated.

“There are some things I have to keep from you. If we both know everything then it puts us in a vulnerable position. Imagine yourself captured and they torture you for answers, my dear-”

“You think mere torture would make me betray you? You have that little faith in me?” you balked.

Jimin shook his head. “No one knows their breaking point until they reach it my darling and I-”

“Jimin, I’d rather die than betray you.”

The room was silent.

“Don’t say things like that,” Jimin warned. “Don’t you dare say such a thing.”

“Don’t speak the truth? Would you rather me lie to you? I won’t ever betray you Jimin, as your wife and future Queen it would go against everything I believe in,” you whispered.

Jimin tried to beat down his temper... He tried so hard. But it was difficult when you weren’t being cooperative. Normally you listened to him, and you understood but now? Now when it was so imperative that you listen, all you did was defy him!

“Y/N!”

You jumped back, eyes wide with fear. He hadn’t yelled at you like that in a long while. Jimin was reasonable, and he was patient. But even he had his limits.

“As your Prince and Husband, you are not allowed to leave this wing today. That is an order,” he demanded.

You scoffed, tears welling up in your eyes. “An order? You’re ordering me?” You felt a few tears escape you. Jimin felt pain rip through his heart at the sight. He upset you. He hurt your feelings and frightened you. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do... But you didn’t listen! How else was he to make you understand.

“Please, my darling listen-”

“I understand, Your Majesty,” you said, taking your robes and bowing before him.

“Y/N, please try to understand-”

“I won’t leave this wing today on order’s of my Prince. Please, enjoy your business,” you said. Turning to leave Jimin longed to reach out and pull you into his embrace. Walking out the door you ran into Jungkook.

“My Lady I apologize I didn’t know you weren’t decent,” he said, looking away from you.

“Whatever business Jimin is attending to today, please keep him safe for me?” you pleaded.

“It is my honour to do so my Lady,” he affirmed. Nodding you walked down the hall, heading for your room you hadn’t used since before the Forsaken’s first attack on you. Jungkook raised a brow as he entered the room.

Jimin stood with his hand covering his face.

“She’s too stubborn, Jungkook... How am I to make her listen when all she wants to do is defy me!” he huffed in annoyance.

“Your highness, the last thing Lady Y/N wants is to make a situation difficult for you. If she is pressing, she has her reasons for doing so. I no doubt know that to be true. Every day she sat by your bedside getting you water, food, whatever you requested. She didn’t have to do those things, she did it because she wanted to. She didn’t back down when Father Jin or Yoongi-hyung tried to get her to go and rest. It’s her fighting spirit that you like so much. Did you not tell her of the days proceedings?”

“Jungkook how am I to tell her we’re planning a raid of a Forsaken camp to the west of Albion without her feeling guilty? She thinks all of these things are her fault. She believes that her death would solve all the issues we have... Because damned Hoseok filled her head with these ideals,” Jimin growled.

“You must understand Hoseok’s reasoning for doing so,” Jungkook reminded.

“I know, I know Jungkook. But he outright attacked my wife, how am I to trust that man who wants her dead?” Jimin sighed. “I need to send him away, he’s mourning Namjoon and it’s all too volatile a situation for Y/N,” he decided.

“Let us not remove him, but direct his anger on the person it’s being caused by. Y/N isn’t the one he is truly mad at. He believes that she’s the catalyst in this situation. But in reality, she’s just a descendant from a line that merely fell in love. Like he did. You heard of his wife and child did you not?” Jungkook asked.

“I know, she died in labor and the child passed not long after that... It was horrible... I feel truly sorry for him,” Jimin said. Thinking of you passing in child labor, and not even being able to have a child to remember you by would break him. Hoseok was a strong man, but he was still devastated and blinded by loss and anger.

“Seeing you and Lady Y/N is hard for him. Because he thinks of his wife that you sent him away from,” Jungkook reminded.

“I did what I had to, he was the only one who could do pull off what was requested. His skill is unmatched,” Jimin defended.

“I understand that your Majesty, but think of how leaving his heavily pregnant wife must’ve worried him. Then returning home to discover she and the babe died? He no doubt believes if he was there then things would’ve been different, even though there was nothing to be done for either of them.”

Jimin sighed and looked out the window. “The witch destroyed his village after that, the graves of his wife and child tarnished. If that was Lady Y/N’s grave-”

“Don’t finish that statement,” Jimin glowered. “Don’t speak of my wife in such a manner,” he warned.

Jungkook nodded. “I mean no ill will by these statements, Majesty. I know you care for Hoseok and Lady Y/N, we just need to keep them both safe. Lady Y/N would understand if you told her, spoke to her and expressed your concerns with her. And Hoseok has to understand that your wife isn’t the one who killed his family, it was the witch. Whom we can destroy,” Jungkook announced.

“I hope you’re right, Jungkook,” Jimin breathed. “I hope you’re right.”

* * *

Jungkook, Taehyung, Father Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok all sat around a table in the war conference room of Taehyung’s castle. Jimin stood at the head, looking at his men with a cool stare.

“I’ve called you here today on an state of emergency in our kingdom,” Jimin began. “There is an individual out there who threatens every person under our protection, our friends, families and allies. Her name, is Morgana,” Jimin stated. “She has lived on this Earth supposedly since the Gods themselves roamed. She is powerful, dangerous and malicious. She cares not for human life, takes when she can and tortures those who fall under her feet. She created the Forsaken that now plague our lands as they did years ago. Too long we’ve bent to her will. Too long we’ve allowed her to torture those we care for. But no more. I refuse to let her continue to live while she’s hurt so many that I care for. We must fight her... We must destroy her,” Jimin concluded.

“Highness, this is a powerful speech... But you’re forgetting the easiest way to appease the bitch,” Hoseok growled.

“Hoseok, we are no longer attempting appeasement with her. If we continue to lay down before a carriage, we will be crushed,” Jimin announced.

“How are we supposed to fight someone as powerful as her? We do not know magic that counters her own, nor do we have the manpower to attack the Forsaken,” Yoongi sighed. “She may be too powerful for us to overthrow.”

“She isn’t, because she has a weakness,” Jimin declared.

“What would this be?” Father Jin questioned.

“In order for her to use magic, she must have a sacrifice weekly. Blood magic is one that is dangerous to keep. It always requires more and more until the debt cannot be paid,” Jimin informed.

“And how does that help us?” Taehyung wondered.

“If we make her use her magic until she can’t then we can attack her with everything we’ve got. Controlling the Forsaken must use a great deal of magic power for her. Also, if she has to continue to make more of the Forsaken, then we can essentially run her dry.”

Jungkook nodded his head. “I follow your Majesty. However, there still is the question of how we are to protect Lady Y/N and defeat Morgana.”

“I know a way,” Father Jin said, looking down at the table.

“What is it, pray tell?” Yoongi asked.

“I-I used to practice the Arcane arts...” he winced. “It was long ago, before God’s light shed upon me, and rescued me from those dark words,” he shuddered.

“Father, in truth you did magic?” Jimin asked.

“I am not proud of who I was before, but I know that Lady Y/N is dear to all of us. And to this kingdom. I know of a spell that can conceal her and one other from any magical detections. But, if she’s nearby other peoples, then the spell can wain... She’d have to be sent away, your Highness,” Father Jin stated.

“Then send me with her,” Jimin pleaded.

“Your Highness, be reasonable, we need you here with us to plan the battles,” Jungkook countered.

“I can only send one, the spell will be at maximum, and require much from me,” Jin sighed. “But if it means protecting Lady Y/N, then I will do whatever is necessary.”

“Send me with her,” Hoseok stated.

“Absolutely not,” Jimin growled. “You aim to kill her.”

“I still need revenge for my wife and child... I won’t kill her, no matter how it tempts me. If the witch is truly the one who killed my family... Then I will not stop until she is defeated. If keeping Lady Y/N safe is what will bring an end to this all? Then so be it. As much as I despise her... Morgana won’t stop until she’s killed,” Hoseok announced.

“Hoseok is skilled in hand to hand combat, up close is where his talents lie. He would make a good body guard,” Jungkook informed.

“I don’t like the idea, I won’t allow it,” Jimin refused.

“Highness, my brother died protecting her and you. If that is what Namjoon wanted, then who am I to go against his dying acts?” Hoseok grimaced.

“This is an oddly quick change of heart, Hoseok. You must understand my thoughts.”

Hoseok nodded and stood up. “Taehyung isn’t able to leave his castle, these are his people as well. Jungkook needs to be here with you to aid you in battle. Father Jin is no good with weaponry. Yoongi needs to train his archers and isn’t well adapted to up close combat. The best option for her safety is myself.”

“However, you are the one who has been threatening her life since you arrived,” Taehyung countered.

“All I’m asking is for you to trust me, it’s never been an issue before. Why is it one now?”

Jimin stood and slammed his hand on the table. “Damn it Hoseok, listen to me!”

The room grew quiet as everyone looked at their enraged prince. “If you lay a hand on my wife, I swear I will rip you to shreds. She is the one thing in this world I hold dear. And if you take her from me, I won’t hesitate to kill you. If what you are saying is true, then swear to me. Swear to me on your wife and child that you will not harm my wife,” Jimin snarled.

Hoseok glared at his Prince before walking over and taking his hand in his own. “I swear on my beloved wife and child that I will not harm Lady Y/N, Prince Jimin.”

“Do not betray me, Hoseok. It will be the worst decision of your life,” Jimin warned.

“When should we make preparations to move them?” Jungkook posed the question to the group.

“I would say as soon as we can, it’s the safest option,” Taehyung said.

“How soon?” Jimin asked, a pain in his heart.

“Possibly within the week if we are able. I need to gather ingredients for the spell and muster my strength, this will be a large feat for me,” Father Jin stated.

“Within the week?” Jimin croaked.

“I understand your fear, Highness, but this is for her own good,” Jungkook soothed. Jimin bit his lip and winced at the thought of you leaving his side.

“I know, she needs to be hidden away. It’s just, I know she won’t like it,” Jimin said, rubbing his face.

“Highness,” Yoongi started. “She would understand if you told her your worries.”

“You don’t know my wife very well,” Jimin chuckled. “She’s headstrong, and doesn’t want to take no for an answer. I’m worried that she’ll hate me for it.”

“I don’t believe she could ever hate you, your Majesty. Lady Y/N cares for you very much,” Father Jin comforted the young man.

“The question still remains, where do we take her?” Taehyung questioned.

“I know a place,” Hoseok stated.

“I’m wary,” Jimin stated.

“There’s an old castle that your ancestor’s used back in a time that predates this century. Your father had guards stationed there for a few years before the Northern Wing collapsed. I know a few people in the village nearby that could aid us with supplies and things of the like, she’ll be safe there. I know it,” he said.

“I know the palace,” Jimin said. “It was the first Palace of Kings... The one before the Castle in Albion was constructed. But the building suffers from weakened structural integrity. Due to it’s placement on the Northernmost Peninsula of our Kingdom. What if something collapses with you both inside?”

“The center hold is still strong. It was the last thing placed and the thickest part of the Palace. I assure you, this is where she should be,” Hoseok pressed.

“Highness, that is a very easily defendable castle. High walls with an outer gate. It was the first Palace of Kings as you said. It’s a fortress,” Jungkook stated.

“Won’t Morgana know of it?” Jimin worried.

“She knows of all Palace’s occupied by the Royal’s. But, this one isn’t a running and functioning Palace. She expects you to stay with Lady Y/N, so she imagines you would stay in a Palace fit to your standards. It’s a bold move,” Hoseok urged.

“One that could throw her off,” Yoongi agreed.

“That could be long enough to buy us some time. She’ll also use spells to find Lady Y/N. All of this extra magic use will drain her. Honestly, this will work Highness,” Father Jin acknowledged.

“How do I tell her?” Jimin wondered aloud.

“Tell her the truth, Majesty. She appreciates honesty more than anything,” Jungkook appeased Jimin’s frantic thoughts.

“I hate this idea,” Jimin pouted.

“We know you care for her, sire. But if you do want her safe, at your side isn’t the safest place for her,” Taehyung encouraged.

“Try telling her that,” Jimin complained. “She never listens.”

“All she does is listen to you, Highness,” Jin stated. “You’d be surprised how reasonable she can be.”

Jimin looked up at the ceiling and knew he had been beaten. Defeat tasted bitter on his tongue, but if it meant your life was safe... How could he refuse?

“You’d be surprised how unreasonable she can be as well,” Jimin sighed.

* * *

The fabric in the room was cold.

Jimin’s harsh words made your heart ache. You wanted him here with you, more than the warmth of a fire.

However, the chill eventually encouraged your legs to carry you from isolation. Following the familiar path to the baths you frowned. Jimin was normally so agreeable. He was attentive to your thoughts and ideas, but what would make him act this way?

He must be worrying about something. It’s the only time he lets his emotions take over and rule his logic. The thought of him worrying and not telling you made your heart clench in frustration.

Did he not know how much you cared and worried for him also? Did he not know how many nightmares involved his death. Where he left you because you weren’t enough for him? Your biggest fear was losing him.

Fighting with him made you sad. Because you knew he meant well, and that he wanted you to be happy. But he also hid things from you, claiming you didn’t need to know. However, you wanted to know. He didn’t have to carry these burdens alone. You were there for him, whenever he needed you.

You hoped that this fight wouldn’t leave such a sour taste in your mouth for long.

Walking into the baths you discovered the water already ran and your husband sitting on the polished marble. You bit your lip and crossed your arms, waiting for him to speak first.

“Y/N,” he said, looking at you with soft eyes. “My darling, I’m sorry.” He opened his arm, the other still sitting in a sling. You could tell the position pained him, but he kept them open anyways.

You couldn’t help yourself from rushing forward and tightening your arms around his neck. Tears burned in your eyes as you whimpered. You hated Jimin being angry with you, and you were sad that you two fought.

“My darling, shh, it’s alright,” he soothed. Placing gentle kisses to your head you just cried into his neck.

“I’m sorry that I angered you... But I feel like you don’t trust me, that you don’t want me to know about you. That you don’t want me to help you... I just want to be there for you, I just want to care for you.”

Jimin pulled you back from his neck and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You melted against his mouth and let him kiss you deeply, so much so that you were bending from the force he was exerting.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and conveyed his care for you with his mouth. Gently licking your lips and along your jaw.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your skin. “I’m sorry I yelled, I’m sorry you felt as though I don’t trust you... Y/N, you may be perhaps the only person I truly trust in this whole world.”

“Then why don’t you tell me the truth,” you breathed as he looked you level in the eyes.

“Because I’m scared of the truth,” he swallowed. “Because the truth is ugly, and it may hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Tell me the truth, Jimin. Even if it hurts, I still want to know.”

He sighed and cradled your cheek in his palm. “You need to leave me.”

Your eyes bulged in panic as you gripped his hand tight. “No, I won’t. You can’t expect me to!”

Tears ravaged your cheeks as Jimin fought back his own. “I don’t want to send you away, I never have. But, my darling this is the only way... This is the only way I can keep you safe.”

“No! No please! I’m sorry for making you upset, but please don’t send me away. Jimin please, I’m begging you!”

“Darling, Y/N, please listen,” Jimin croaked, eyes filling with tears. “I don’t want to do this. If I could stay by your side I would, but I can’t. It’s not safe with me here, and you know it.”

You shook your head vigorously. “I won’t leave you. Absolutely not. It’s out of the question!”

“Sweetheart listen to me,” he urged. “I can’t lose you. I can’t let you die. Not ever. But if you stay here with me, the likelihood of your death increases. It’s no fault of your own, but of those who want your demise. The closer you stay to me, the more danger I put you in.”

“But I want to be with you,” you cried. Jimin let a few tears fall down his cheeks.

“And I want you with me,” he assured. “But dear, my side isn’t safe for you. You need to be away from the danger. The Forsaken are becoming bolder. The Palace in Albion was just the beginning. We know not what they’re capable of, but I know that there will be more bloodshed before this is all over. And I can’t let a single drop of it be yours.”

“You’ve already lost blood because of me, imagine how helpless I feel,” you begged.

“I know, Y/N, believe me that I am not doing this because I want to upset you. I long to keep you here with me. I want you with me where I can see you, where I can kiss you...” he whispered. Placing his mouth against yours you held his face against your own.

“Don’t make me leave you,” you implored, breaking the kiss slowly.

Jimin rested his head against yours. “I want you to stay,” he whimpered, interlocking his fingers with yours. “But I can’t be selfish and keep you here with me. You’ll die.”

“I’ll die without you,” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please Jimin...”

You held your breath for a moment.

“I love you...”

Jimin froze under your touch. The words he never thought he’d hear just escaped your beautiful lips.

“Jimin I’m in love with you,” you whispered.

Jimin pulled you away from his neck and wiped your tears away. Holding your puffy cheeks in his hand. He saw your eyes glimmering with fresh tears and the fact that he was the cause hurt him greatly.

“My darling, I love you too,” he breathed.

He never thought those words would be spoken to you. He didn’t think he could love someone as much as he did you. Fate had an interesting way of turning his life on it’s head. He had been so sure this marriage would be the end of him. All of his happiness gone. However, it was the beginning of something so dear to him.

The idea of losing you now, was unthinkable. He’d surely die if you were to disappear from his life. Your beautiful eyes that shone before him, your kissable lips that drew him in, your laughter like tinkling bells. Every part of you made his heart soar with love and endearment.

“Jimin,” you whispered, leaning against his good shoulder.

“Yes my love,” he answered.

“Do you truly think me leaving will keep me safe,” you asked.

“I do believe it to be true, yes,” he agreed.

Sitting up you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, placing your forehead against his and smiling through your tears. “Then I’ll go. If that’s where I will be safest, then I’ll go wherever you send me. But you must promise the first chance I get to see you again, you’ll come get me.”

“The very moment,” he assured, wrapping his arm around your waist. “To the second I swear, I will come for you.”

“On your honour then,” you laughed.

Jimin smiled and pulled you into his lap. “I prepared a bath for you my love, I have many samples of soaps and oils for you to enjoy.”

“Just me? Won’t you join me?”

Jimin smirked. “The last time I offered to share a bath with you, you seemed to be scandalized.”

“We almost made love that night, once on the shore, then in our room,” you reminded.

“I’m aware... If it wasn’t for this sling, I’d have you already,” he groaned. You smiled and kissed him chastely.

“We can still enjoy a bath together, don’t you think it will be nice?”

Jimin bit his lip and thought about it. “Are you certain?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t,” you assured.

Jimin sighed and tapped your leg so you would stand. Helping him up you walked over to the rack of lotions, oils and soaps. “Which would you prefer?” You asked, turning to him.

“I care not, whichever one you find attracts you the most I know I’ll enjoy,” he smiled.

You nodded and turned back, looking at all the different bottles. A slightly pink colored one jumped out at you. Taking the top of the bottle off you let the scent move through the air. Gardenia and Jasmine. It made your heart flutter.

“I like this one,” you said, turning to your husband. You almost dropped the bottle.

Jimin has his sling removed and his shirt was at his elbows.

You’d never seen him in a state of undress before. His chest was toned and smooth. His biceps strong and chiseled. He raised an eyebrow to your leering. “Do you see something of interest my darling?”

You swallowed thickly and bit your lip. “I-I found a soap I like,” you said lamely.

“Then by all mean, put it in the water,” he urged. You nodded and shuffled towards the large basin that was filled with steamed water.

The Palace was doing quite innovative things in the matter of restrooms and water purification. They had an underground well that was filled. And to fill the tubs in the washroom stones and counterweights were utilized to bring the water to the service and then it was pumped through by the kitchen staff and pressurized to spigots that emptied into the tub. And underneath it was a fire stoked by the kitchen staff.

A bell was placed next to the tub when the water became to hot, and a when the water was too cold, there was a chime.

It was truly incredible.

You stared into the warm liquid and poured in your soap of choice. Jimin’s arms wrapped around your waist while you did so. He kissed your shoulder, placing a teasing bite against your neck. You jolted, almost dropping the glass into the water.

“Careful, you don’t want to take a bath with broken glass I’m sure,” you warned. Jimin chuckled and shook his head.

“Apologies my darling, I can’t help myself,” he whispered.

Setting the soap down you went to remove your robe.

With shaky hands you gripped the fabric, tight enough that it made Jimin worry.

“If you aren’t comfortable, then we don’t need to bathe together,” he said. You shook your head.

“I want to,” you assured. Pulling the material from your shoulders you breathed in deeply. The scent of flowers filled the room and it helped ease your tension. Jimin watched quietly as you began to undo  the top of your nightgown.

He’d seen you disrobed a few times before, but nothing like this. He was going to be able to look... Without fear of you being ripped from him. He could see you in your purest state without worry...

The satin ribbons holding the material together dropped to the floor. Jimin was jumpy with anticipation. He’d waited so long to see you like this and now the time was here. He could barely keep his hands at his sides.

The fabric covering your body pooled at your shoulders, then at your elbows. You carefully pulled your arms from the sleeves, making the nightgown hold fast at your hips. Your nipples hardened in the air, and it made you shiver.

Jimin’s warmth covered your back, making you hold onto your nightgown tight. He wrapped his arms around your middle, interlocking his fingers with yours as they held your dress up. “Let me see you,” he pleaded. Placing a gentle kiss below your ear you let the fabric fall to the floor.

He almost moaned at the sight of you bare before him. You looked too incredibly good. Your chest moving as you inhaled, making your breasts jolt ever so slightly. Your bare skin was against his and it felt so... right...

Bringing his hands down from your waist he felt your hips flare out in an alluring fashion. A sign of your fertility and ability to bear him young. The thought made a small noise escape from the back of his throat.

“Shouldn’t you disrobe now too?” you asked softly.

“I want you to watch me,” he murmured, pulling away from your back. You did as he asked and turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest as you felt the chill of your nudity slip over you.

Jimin smiled and gripped his trousers and unfastened the first button. You found yourself unable to look away. His hands hovering over what you knew to be his... well...

Undoing another button his pants began to slack on his hips. You watched as a defined V began to appear from underneath his clothing. Jimin bit his lip as another one came undone. Only one was left and then he would be in his undergarments.

The last fastener for his trousers came undone and they fell to the floor. Jimin watched as your eyes shot up to his face and cheeks turned red.

He wasn’t wearing any undergarments. You quickly covered your eyes and tried to keep yourself from fainting.

Suddenly, warmth encased you. Slowly looking up you saw Jimin’s bright eyes and warm smile waiting. “Did I surprise you?”

You scoffed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack,” you said.

Jimin laughed and kissed your cheeks. “Come, before the water cools.”

He grabbed your hand and helped you step up and lower yourself into the water. It was warm and he watched as you relaxed. He followed suit and stepped in as well, resting on the other side of the bathtub.

You watched as the mangled scar of his injury disappeared beneath the water. You heart rate quickened at the sight of him bare before you. All you had to do was move and you would be able to feel his-

“You’re turning pink, is the water too warm?” Jimin asked, his eye peeking open.

“No! No it’s fine,” you rushed.

He cracked a smile and sat up. “Then why are you so red over there?”

“You know why,” you avoided.

“I haven’t the slightest. I’m not pink you see, so I’m just wondering if all is well with you,” he teased.

“Perhaps you should come find out?”

Jimin froze at your tone.

Did you really just...?

He stood and made his way towards you. You sunk out of instinct and tried to keep your eyes from straying too far. Jimin kneeled before you and brought his lips to yours softly.

“You’re embarrassed to see me?” he asked.

“Not exactly, it’s just... I’ve never been like this with anyone... I-I’m a... maiden in all senses of the word,” you said.

“You won’t be for long,” he whispered. “At least not in every sense.”

“Jimin?” You raised a brow.

“Turn your back to me, I’ll wash your hair,” he offered. You nodded and slowly turned and let your hair drape into the water. Jimin marveled at how long and beautiful it was. Bringing your head back he lowered you into the water. You closed your eyes and let him lather the soap and clean your locks.

His fingers massaged your scalp gently, making you shudder in delight. His hands ran down your luxe hair, watching as it disappeared into the water below. Jimin smiled as your leaned into his touch.

“Dip your head back into the water my love,” he encouraged, making you lean backwards as your body was submerged in the water. Jimin ran his fingers through your hair, getting all the tangled and soap out.

Pushing on your shoulders you sat up. Jimins arms wrapped around your body. He smiled and pressed his lips against your neck. “Mm, you smell so good my darling...”

You blushed at his words that were hot on your skin. “I’m glad you like the soap you purchased,” you offered. Jimin nudged your jaw with his nose gently.

“I wanted you to like it, but I won’t lie I was hoping Gardenia would appeal to you, my mother adores them.”

You remembered the smell faintly wafting around the Royal Palace, but it had been a long time since you’d been there. “Jimin, do you miss your parents?”

He was silent behind you. He even stopped breathing for a moment. “I do in a sense... However, I need to get used to being separated from them. Once Father passes, mother wants to move out to a smaller mansion in the country to live out her days. She says she’ll focus on being a Grandmother, not a Queen.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you reminded.

Jimin chuckled and you turned to face him. He looked at you with clear eyes and a calm smile on his face. You wondered if he did truly miss his parents. No doubt they didn’t directly raise them... nannies and things of the like doing a majority of the work... that thought made you frown.

“I do miss them, but I don’t know them very well.” Jimin admitted, running his hand through his hair.

“I won’t let my children feel that way. Absolutely not. If I’m birthing them, then I will choose how they’re raised.”

Jimins brows raised at your fierce tone. But, a fire was sparked in his stomach at the thought of you being swollen and pregnant. Carrying his child in your womb. And the fact that you wanted to do the hardest job on this Earth. Being a parent. You wanted to be there for them first, not a Queen first.

He couldn’t help himself as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. Wrapping his arms around your waist Jimin kissed you with such hunger you had a hard time keeping up. Jimin gripped your hip with his hand and brought you closer to his lithe frame.

You went to move your arms around his neck, when you pumped his shoulder. A hiss of pain came from between his teeth. You jumped and began apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry Jimin! Are you alright? Does it hurt badly? Should I go get-“

“It’s nothing, kiss me more,” he pleaded, bringing his lips back to yours. You kissed back hesitantly, unsure of your husband’s behavior.

He brought you into his lap, unaware of your lack of clothing. Your bare thighs touch Jimin’s skin and you felt yourself flinch. Jimin pulled back, gazing into your eyes with curiosity. “Would you like me to stop?” he asked, panting slightly from the effort.

“It’s not that, I just,” You murmured.

“Am I going too fast, love?” He asked. Being with you in an intimate setting made his heart race... but if you weren’t ready then he wasn’t either.

“No, truly. Your kiss, it makes me lose myself,” you blushed. “But I believe we should wait.” You stated.

“For how long?” Jimin couldn’t help the whine-like tone his voice took on. You felt a smile grace your face.

“It feels too much like a goodbye if I give myself to you now. It seems like you want to do it incase you won’t see me again. I won’t have that. You will see me again, don’t you dare think otherwise,” you demanded, holding his face in your hands.

Jimin smiled and rested his forehead against yours. You were right, and he knew it. He wanted to not feel rushed when you took that step. As if he could die tomorrow. That wasn’t the love he wished to culminate with you. He’d waited seven months, what’s a few more weeks?

“At your will, my love,” he agreed.

“But...” you trailed off, blushing in embarrassment.

“Yes, my darling?” he teased, tracing your side with his hand. You shoved his good shoulder while scowling.

“You’re such an insufferable fool,” you groaned.

Jimin leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I may be, but you’re mine. Into eternity.”

BITCH when will cold Chinese be updated? Like weekly or ?

Well, it’s only a two part series. So the next part will be the ending. I might play around with some drabbles later on, but I don’t know.

The second part is in the works, like I’d say around 45% done??? But Into Eternity has me by the short and curlies right now.

However, I do ask that you guys don’t ask me about updates...? Because I’m a fickle creature and the more pressure there is to finish something I just don’t do it. So, I hope answering this will prevent anymore coming in.

Into eternity is SO FUCKING GOOD, thank you so much!! Jesus I’m on tenterhooks waiting for the long awaited skit scene AHHH❤️😘🤗

Thank you doll! I’m so glad you like it!!?!?!? 

It’s my favorite story to write, so, hopefully that makes you feel better. It’s almost done, on my end. I’m about five chapters ahead of what I’m posting cause I don’t know how to control myself.

But thank you anyways, please anticipate it :)

Motive - JJK (m)

Well this certainly wasn’t how I thought this fic would go...

I started writing it in June and just yesterday got his with the inspiration to finish it so... Enjoy I guess.

It is super angsty and I’m not sorry. 

I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE.

Pair: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. Violence, slight non-con themes (due to alcohol consumption), Smut, mentions of blood and murder. Trigger Warnings.

Words: 12,680 (lol k bye for another three months... Jk jk).

Summary: You were the outcast. The one no one spoke to. They were the power couple, the ones people idolized. What happens when the loner is thrown into the spotlight. As a criminal?

Life is a series of battles. Many losses, few victories. However, we consider those successes because at the end of the day we learned something, right? That’s what you’d been taught your entire life. Fighting the uphill battle can be hard, and it generally takes more of you than you have to give away...

But humans are fickle beings that can be satisfied with minuscule rewards. Because, shit, we’re all just waiting for those carrots to be dangled in front of us, right?

You hated the idea of fighting for things, why can’t it just be easier? Work smarter not harder. A motto you’d lived your life by.

People didn’t like you. Generally, they thought you were on the weirder side, reading medical history books and finding things such as surgery and cutting things open fascinating. Cast out by your classmates once grade school was over, you only had one friend.

Taehyung was the only person popular enough to be friends with everyone and it not matter who he spoke to... That meant he was allowed to be friends with you, and no one was allowed to say otherwise. Because if the most popular boy in school thought you were okay, well then you were okay.

That didn’t stop everyone from giving you odd looks and moving tables when class began. This is one of the many reason you forwent going to class in person.

Taehyung took a liking to you in grade school. He found your fascination with medicine truly inspiring.

One day, you were sat crying on the swing set while the other kids played tag towards the forest at the opposite end of the playground. Taehyung had approached with a big grin on his face. Tapping your shoulder you turned and looked at him with watery eyes.

“You’re it,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“I tagged you, now you’re it,” he explained.

“B-but they’re playing tag over there,” you whispered.

“I know, I’m it, so now you gotta get me!”

With that he took off towards the group of kids again, yelling that you were it.

It was one of the only times you’d been accepted to play with the other children. As the years dragged on, people learned to ignore you. They believe you were like an odd spot on their arm or chest... If you ignore it, it’ll go away...

You mainly kept to yourself, not letting others interact with you. Except Taehyung made that moderately impossible at times.

However, as you entered college people began to wonder what you were truly up to. You didn’t like large groups of people, so you had Taehyung record the classes that he was in so you didn’t have to go to lecture to learn. And for the other’s you found a spot towards the back that was isolated and kept to yourself.

You were never at parties, never at any kind of social gathering. Too many people once again. Then there was the fact that you were obsessed with becoming a surgeon or a taxidermist. Surgery would help the living, and you got to learn about the human body a great deal. And, with taxidermy there was the option of making dead things come to life once more. It was beautiful to capture something in such a profound state between life and death...

Many people found you disturbing. The fact that you got excited when the pig fetuses and frogs came out in any biological setting, while the other girls were gripping onto garbage cans and turning pale. Boy avoided you, seeing as how you weren’t pretty enough to risk getting creeped out by.

Girls... well.. They just liked to torment you...

Especially Ye Na...

She was the head of the University’s Cultural Club. Which mean they got together and watched a bunch of different movies from around the world and then broke down the difference between their culture and the movies. Also debating how accurately the film presented said culture.

They were also in charge of group activities for the campus, such as dances, culture days and helped any foreign students with whatever their needs could be.

Ye Na was known for being unbelievably kind and selfless, always ready to help...

Except if it was you.

Ye Na and you had a sort of unspoken rule...

You stayed out of her sight, she would leave you alone.

Years of torture were conducted by her as you both grew up in the same town. If you happened to be in the same class, she would always take your binder and hide it if you went to the restroom. Steal you medical terminology books. Dump your perfectly dissected frog into the garbage can so you had to stay after to start over.

She even went as far as to right a note from your crush in High school, Kim Namjoon, and pretended to ask you out... When you showed up for your date she was there with a group of people ready to mock you.

“You don’t deserve to feel affection and love by someone as handsome as Kim Namjoon... I’m going to ask him to the spring dance, so don’t even bother.”

You ran to the river that night and cried so hard you felt as if your lungs would collapse.

She made good on her word and asked Kim Namjoon to the Spring Dance, which he accepted readily.

They were a couple for a few months before breaking it off mutually. They remained good friends to this day. At least, that’s what facebook said anyways.

Why did she hate you so much?

It was simple.

You were different.

She didn’t like the fact that you enjoyed things that she found disgusting. You had no interest in fashion, lip gloss, boys, or even television shows. You’d much rather work on homework, read you terminology and dissection books or watch multiple surgeries and take notes on the methods of the procedure.

When you were younger you had found a dead cat laying in the road near your house. It had no doubt been hit by a car, and it was dead shortly thereafter. You looked at it’s body and went to gather it up so you could bury it, when a piercing scream filled the air.

“Y-You killed BongBong...” the shrill voice exclaimed.

You turned your head and found Ye Na, drenched from head to toe from the rain. She was pale as she looked at you hovering over her now dead pet.

“I-I didn’t, a car must’ve-”

“What is wrong with you!?!? How aren’t you in a mental institution! Oppa! The local freak killed BongBong!” she cried, running off towards what you assumed was her house.

Ever since then, she’d made it a point to torment you.

Even though it was discovered that the local mailman had in-fact been the cause of BongBong’s death, Ye Na never forgave you.

The decade old grudge was pointless to you, so you never gave her much thought.

But she always made it difficult...

It was biology lecture and it was one of the classes you and Taehyung didn’t share. Although, you didn’t mind coming to this particular class and lab session. The only bad part was, Ye Na was in this lecture as well.

“Good morning class!” the professor cheered as he walked through the doors and set down his items on his desk.

The class gave out a weak ‘morning’ in response.

“Always so cheery on these Monday mornings aren’t you? Anyways, as you are all aware... We have a lab coming up that requires you be partnered with someone of my choice and the pair of you will be conducting an experiment. Any experiment of biologic importance. So, you start with an idea, formulate your hypothesis, move on to your experiment, observe and collect your findings, go over your findings and write up your report. Does this sound fair to everyone?”

The class murmured in agreement.

“Alright! Now, I have the partners all picked out here. Once you have your partner, please go sit next to them and start brainstorming on what you’d like to conduct an experiment on,” he announced. “First pairing!”

He ran through his list and you sighed with mute attention. Whoever you were paired with would no doubt ask to join another group. Either that or expect you to do all the work and just write their name in once the project was done.

You’d had partner’s like that before and it hadn’t bothered you. You got to work alone and they got the A they wanted. Simple, painless and over with.

“Y/N and Park Ye Na?” the teacher announced.

The room grew deathly quiet.

“Excuse me?” Ye Na gasped. “Professor, you can’t be serious... Work with her? She’s freaky!”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“Ye Na, I chose your partner, now either you go sit next to her or Y/N take your seat next to Ye Na.”

“But sir!”

“Ye Na, either you work with her or you fail this assignment!”

Ye Na pouted and slouched in her seat. Turning back towards you, she glared and pointed her finger to the seat next to her sharply.

Scrambling you gathered your things up and hurriedly found your spot next to her.

She smelt like expensive perfume and body wash. Her hair was perfectly wavy and her make up was done to the nines.

“Quit your staring creep, just figure out a project idea and do it yourself. There’s no way I’ll work with some weird pet murderer,” she growled.

You nodded your head quickly and looked down at your notebook.

“Now, please announce what you will be doing your projects on one at a time,” the teacher declared.

Interesting ideas were all called out throughout the room. Some being rather out there. You thought perhaps an experiment on water pollutants and daphnia could be interesting. When it was your turn, before you could open your mouth. Ye Na answered.

“Which color of lipstick does the human male find most sexually attractive,” she smiled.

The teacher gave an odd look but nodded anyways.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t know a thing about lipstick or men... How were you meant to do this experiment.

The bell rang and the teacher dismissed you. Ye Na stood without a word and headed towards the door. You went to follow her when you notice her and the school’s star athlete, Jeon Jungkook, were wrapped in a rather intimate embrace.

“Mmm, I missed you baby,” he mumbled into her neck.

“I missed you too, class was so boring. All I could think about was getting back to you,” she whispered.

“Well here I am, shall we go back to my place and forget all about boring lectures?”

“Absolutely-”

“Y-Ye Na?” you stuttered, standing there awkwardly.

“What?” she growled, looking at you with annoyance.

“T-The topic you picked for the experiment-”

“Yeah, just make sure you have it done. My name is easy to spell so don’t forget to put it before yours,” she smiled.

“But Ye Na, I don’t know how to conduct the experiment-”

“Jesus fuck you are so irritating. How difficult is it to buy five lipsticks, try them on, and see how many guys come up and talk to you? See, I even gave the the process of experimentation. Even more reason to put my name before yours on that report,” she scoffed.

“B-but Ye Na, I... I don’t talk to boys,” you stammered.

“Obviously... Here, this is Jungkook. Say, ‘hello Jungkook’, and then leave me alone,” she sneered.

Jungkook looked at you with humor in his eyes.

“H-hello J-Jungkook,” you blushed.

His face was so beautiful it hurt to behold it. You were surprised at how attractive one person could be. His deep brown eyes made your pulse thrum, his pink lips had you fidgeting.

You’d never felt like this before.

“See? Easy, now bye!” she said, grabbing his hand.

“But Ye Na!”

SMACK!

Your cheek stung as you were now looking at the hallway walls instead of Ye Na and Jungkook.

“Whoa! Ye Na!” Jungkook yelled.

“Listen here you little bitch,” she growled, grabbing your hair. “Either you do this experiment, write the report and give me some credit, or I’ll ruin you. If you think you don’t have any friends now? Psht. This is nothing. I could get that idiot Kim Taehyung to drop you in a second. I could get you run out of this God damned college. Now, be a good girl and run along. Go read your weird surgery books and keep your freaky little nose out of my business.”

You felt something inside of you snap.

“Park Ye Na, it’s people like you who deserve to die slow and painful deaths. I never hurt your fucking cat, but now I wish I did. I wish I ripped it apart in front of you and showed you how much it hurt to lose something you care about. I hope someone comes along in the night and throws you out a damn window!”

You screamed before shoving her into Jungkook and running off towards the exit.

* * *

A few days had passed since you blew up at Ye Na. It felt good to finally be able to show her you weren’t an absolute push over. That you had a back bone to you...

Taehyung came over and helped you with the lipstick debacle.

You tried on a couple different shades and he told you which one he liked best and which one he didn’t particularly care for. You took all of his notes down and would use them as multiple subjects later on.

As you wiped off the final lipstick, Taehyung came over and patted your head.

“I heard that you stood up to Ye Na,” he whispered.

You sighed and bit your lip. “I did, but I still don’t feel much better. I mean, it feels good to have told her off... But I mean, does that make me any better than her?” you questioned.

Taehyung nodded and rubbed your back. “Ye Na has been mean to you for years, Y/N. I think you were allowed to go off a little this once,” he soothed.

“I still don’t feel much better for it. What I said was kind of messed up, I don’t want to be like her... I want to be better than her. Take the moral high ground as it were,” you explained.

“Sometimes being moral doesn’t work in every situation. Sometimes you have to be rude and a little mean to get your point across. Ye Na isn’t the kindest person in the world. But you still did the project and she’ll get an A, so don’t worry about it too much.”

You sighed and nodded, even though you didn’t particularly agree with him, you understood. Taehyung had a great way at looking into your head and telling you what you needed to hear.

“So, mad disses aside, what do you want to watch?” he asked, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing the remote.

“Not really in the mood to watch anything tonight Tae, sort of want to get this report done and over with... I’ll feel better once it’s behind me,” you huffed.

“Not even if I say we can watch the X-files?” he asked.

You froze in your spot...

“I mean, I guess one episode wouldn’t hurt...”

* * *

Loud pounding woke you up the next morning.

“OPEN UP”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and noticed Taehyung had left. No doubt after the fifth X-files episode in a row.

Shuffling towards your apartment door, you saw it shake from the force of the knocking.

“One moment please!” you announced, coming towards the entryway.

Opening the door you found several police officers staring at you with guns and they were all pointing straight at you. Your heart jumped in your throat when one came in and shoved you to the floor.

“AH!” you screamed as you felt cool metal sliding around your wrists.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Park Ye Na! You have the right to remain silent,” one voice yelled in your ear.

“What? Ye Na?” you asked as you were hauled to your feet.

“This way, you are going to the police station for a statement,” another voice spoke.

“What did I do? Who are you people? Ow! Don’t pull so hard!”

“Park Ye Na was found at four eighteen this morning, carved open with surgical precision and lipstick smeared on her face. No more questions until you reach the police station,” they growled, shoving you into the back of their car.

“Hang on! I don’t know anything about this, please listen to me!”

The door slammed shut as you heard the sirens begin to blare.

Park Ye Na was dead...

And you were the Prime Suspect...

* * *

You sat in a cold room in only your pajama shorts and a tank top as you were handcuffed to the chair.

There was a man in front of you, a cold gaze piercing through you. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions and you are going to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth do you understand me?” he asked dark.

“Yes, sir,” you responded.

“Now, where were you this morning at around three thirty?” he asked.

“I was in my bed, asleep,” you answered.

“Do you have any alibis to your location this morning at that time?”

“I mean, I don’t know if Taehyung was still at my house at the time or not. But he might be able to tell you,” you explained.

“And who is this Taehyung?” he asked you.

“Taehyung is my best friend,” you answered.

“So he would be biased to your location, no doubt,” he growled.

“I don’t know, I’m just tell you what I know!” you shouted.

“I’ll ask you some easier questions then,” he reasoned. “What would you say your relationship with Park Ye Na was like?”

You swallowed hard, but was prepared to answer honestly. “We don’t get alone. She doesn’t-ah... Didn’t like me. I didn’t like her. Not even when we were kids.”

“Life long animosity,” he stated.

“I wouldn’t say animosity-”

“Did you at any point say you would like to see Park Ye Na dead?”

“I-I sort of lost my temper with her the other day after lecture. She was demanding that I do an experiment all on my own and-”

“And that’s grounds to wish death upon someone?” he asked.

“No, that’s not it... I-I’ve been tormented by her my whole life. She thinks that I killed her cat when we were kids, but it was ran over by a car. I found it in the road and I was going to bury it when she found me... I wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a person... Just because I like to dissect things and learn about different parts of the body doesn’t mean I would kill someone to make it so,” you explained.

“Miss Y/N, forgive me, but did you tell her you wanted to throw her out a window?” he asked.

“No... I-I, I said that I wanted someone to come along while she was sleeping and throw her out a window... But I didn’t mean that-”

“Yet you said that you wanted her thrown from a window? While she was sleeping? That tells me you wanted her dead, Miss Y/N,” he tsked.

“I don’t want Ye Na dead! I mean, I didn’t want this to happen!”

“And yet it happened, and she was found gruesomely torn apart with almost surgical like precision,” he said, throwing some pictures on the table before you.

You stared down at Ye Na’s desecrated corpse. She was flayed from the center of her breasts down, intestines laid on the ground nicely. Her liver was cut into sections, and also displayed technically.

Then there was the most disgusting part...

Surely no more than a six week old fetus was laying on the ground next to her.

Your insides twisted as you felt the need to vomit.

“I-I’m going to be sick, I need a garbage can,” you whimpered. The man placed a can on the ground next to you and you emptied your stomach into it.

Ye Na was cruel and she was hard to stomach. But she didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this. And the worst part was, everyone thinks that you did it... Everyone thinks that you are the one who killed her...

You spit the final mouth full of bile into the bag and the man pulled it away from you. Your heart was racing and you felt dizzy.

“I am going to ask you one final question... Did you kill Park Ye Na?”

“No.”

And then everything went black.

* * *

You woke up in a jail cell, laying with a wet cloth on your head. You turned and looked to your side and noticed that you were still handcuffed to the bed. It was quiet in the room, save for a gentleman typing on a laptop at the desk near the door. You shifted your weight and felt your stomach clench painfully.

The phone on his desk ran and he answered it quickly.

“Kim Lee Hyuk,” he answered. “She is still asleep, yes,” he continued. “A visitor? Is she allowed right now?” he asked. “I see. I will bring her out, one moment,” he said into the phone. He hung up and began walking towards your cell.

Hitting the bars you looked up at him. “Get up, you have a visitor,” he announced.

“W-who?” you asked softly. He slid the door open and grabbed your wrists before undoing the handcuff on the bed.

“A Jeon Jungkook wishes to speak with you.”

“W-what? Why does he want to talk to me?”

“Come along,” he said, clipping your other cuff to your wrist and pushing you down the hall. You winced as your feet continued to hit the cold concrete. You still hadn’t been given any other clothes. So you sat in your skimpy night outfit and you felt your nipples harden at the cold air.

Blushing in shame you were brought into a different room. One with a desk, chair and a phone.

“You have ten minutes,” he announced before undoing one of your cuffs and locking the door behind him.

You flushed at his exit and moved to sit down at the chair. You looked through the glass and saw Jungkook sitting there, eyes dark red and puffy... He’d been crying. He stared at you as you looked at him.

The officer behind him handed him the phone. You also picked it up.

“Y/N,” his voice rasped through the receiver.

“Jungkook,” you answered.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, biting his lip to stop more tears from coming out of his eyes.

“Do what?” you asked, raising a brow. He slammed his fist on the table and the officer behind him set his hand on his shoulder.

“Why did you kill Ye Na? Huh? I know you didn’t like her, I know you don’t like a lot of people but that’s no reason to use your freaky surgical skills to cut someone up like a dead frog!” he screamed.

“Jungkook I-”

“Don’t you fucking dare act like you didn’t do this! There’s a reason you freak everybody out! There’s a reason that no one likes you! You’re weird! You like the macabre and you enjoy cutting open dead things! There’s something fucked up in your head! But why? Why did you have to cut her open like that?”

His voice cracked.

“W-why did you have to cut her open like she was just some kind of toy to you?” he whimpered. “S-she was pregnant, and you just threw her kid... My kid on the ground like it was nothing...”

He began to sob.

“Why did you do it? Why? She wasn’t the nicest person, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t mean something to somebody... To me? I love her... I still love her... God it hurts so much, Y/N... Why did you do it?”

“Jungkook,” you whispered softly.

“Just tell me why? Please just tell me why you did it?”

“I didn’t do it, Jungkook. Believe me when I say I didn’t want this to happen to Ye Na... Or to her baby,” you whispered.

His tears ran down his face as he glared at you through the glass.

“I hope you rot in here, Y/N. I hope they lock you up for good and throw away the key. You deserve to be lonely after what you did to her,” he snarled.

“Jungkook, I didn’t hurt Ye Na. I never would. I-I’m not a violent person. I like to do the things I do because I want to know more about life. I’m curious in how the body works... So I can help people. You know that’s why I’m going into surgery, right?”

“Bullshit, you fucking hated Ye Na! You have no right to tell me you’re not a fucking violent person while my girlfriend lies in a morgue stitched up and cold... While my child is dead,” he sobbed. Dropping the phone he holds his face in his hand.

You watched as his shoulders shook and he was no doubt consumed with grief.

Tears of your own fell at the sight before you. He was so broken, so angry and upset that you wanted to hug him. You just wanted Jungkook to feel better...

You looked at the officer and pointed to the phone. The officer warily picked it up.

“Can you make sure someone takes him home and watches him? He might do something he’ll regret if you don’t... He’s the school’s star athlete and they have a tournament coming up... The last thing he should do is throw everything away... Please make sure someone watches him?” you asked, choking on your emotions.

The guard raised a brow at you before placing the phone down on the hook. You did the same. He helped Jungkook stand up and helped him out of the room. Not before he could look at you once more. He saw the tears in your eyes and swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry you lost her, Jungkook,” you said.

Even though he couldn’t hear you, Jungkook threw the guard off of his shoulders before heading for the desk. He picked up the chair and hurled it towards the glass. The officer grabbed Jungkook after the window cracked with the force. He was screaming and trying to lunge for you.

Your heart broke as you watched the officer call for backup to drag him from the room.

Your door opened and another man came in to collect you.

You could hear Jungkook’s cries echoing in your mind.

‘You deserve to be lonely!’

* * *

The next morning you were released.

There still wasn’t enough evidence to keep you there any longer. Taehyung had arrived to pick you up.

“Y/N,” he breathed, rushing forward to wrap you in a hug.

“Tae,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly.

“Jesus I’ve been so worried about you. Fuck, I’m so sorry. If I would’ve just stayed at yours for the night then this could’ve been resolved so much faster-”

“Tae, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. Come on, I want to go home and take a shower.”

He drove you home without much of a conversation after that.

“When is your court date?” he asked, as he pulled up to your apartment.

“In three weeks, I have a court appointed lawyer coming to visit me next week. I’m being placed under watch until the trail. I can’t travel out of the city limits...” you said, looking down at your ankle.

“That’s pretty quick,” he whispered.

“They’re certain they’ve got the right person,” you sighed.

“But it wasn’t you! How can they think that you did this?”

“Because, Taehyung. It’s easier to blame me than themselves... I don’t know who did it, I don’t know why they did it... But all I know is, whoever did it must be seriously fucked in the head,” you sighed.

Taehyung was silent.

You turned to find him looking dead ahead, no expression.

“Tae?” you asked.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and gave you a tired smile.

“Sorry, I’ve been worrying about you so much that I didn’t really sleep last night,” he sighed.

“Do you want to stay here? I don’t want you to hurt yourself driving,” you whispered. Taehyung patted your head before putting his hands on the wheel.

“Don’t worry about me, just keep your nose clean for now and everything should turn out alright,” he assured.

“Thanks, Tae,” you said, leaning over and giving him a tight hug.

He rubbed your back before letting you go. “Now go get something to eat and shower, ya nasty,” he joked. You cracked a smile before nodding and heading out the door.

You shuffled into your apartment and locked the door.

Sliding down your door you hit the floor with a thud. It was weird to be in your apartment. Yesterday felt as if it had happened years ago, not just mere hours. You couldn’t believe what your life had turned into.

A murder...

You the main suspect...

It was all so...

X-files to be completely honest.

The mutilated body and horrifying array of the organs. Nausea swept over you once more as the images of Ye Na came to your mind.

Jungkook’s tear filled eyes...

It was all too much.

You needed to shower and forget it all. If not for a little while, at least.

* * *

A week passed and you had remained in your house. You stayed put and tried to show that you were following every rule brought to you. Your parents had called you and said they were on the next plane to Korea, telling you they’d come and help you as soon as they could.

They weren’t the most attentive when you were young, but they were never cruel.

Hearing their familiar voices made your chest relax. But once you hung up the call from your mother, your stomach growled.

You hadn’t eaten anything all day, and there wasn’t much in your apartment to make food with. Taehyung wasn’t going to be available tonight and you weren’t comfortable calling for take-out with everything going on...

So, at 10:42 at night, you grabbed your purse and set out towards the nearest convenience store.

The streets were dark, spotted with light from the lamps that hung above the sidewalks. You clutched onto your bag, making sure you walked delicately and fast. Since you knew you weren’t the culprit, that meant that there was a murderous lunatic on the loose in the city.

If Ye Na was the first, then there would no doubt be more. You didn’t want your innocence proven by your murder, you’d rather hold your own in the courtroom.

The light of your favorite convenience store shown through the darkness of night. A soft smile graced your features as you jogged towards the familiar sign. Hoping in the door you rubbed your hands together.

The old lady at the counter greeted you, before heading into the back for more supplies. You wandered around the familiar setting and smiled in relief at the array of foods. You grabbed some rice, jajangmyeon as well as some chocolate ice cream and water.

You brought your food to the counter and waited for the lady to return.

When she did she smiled warmly and rang up your items before putting them in the bag. After you handed over the money she gave you the bag in exchange.

Suddenly, there was a bang at the door.

You turned quickly as saw a man leaning against the door before stumbling down the street. You winced at his obviously drunken state.

The older woman tsked. “Poor young man. Lost his girlfriend recently... He bought six bottles of soju from me earlier, then bought more beer. I cut him off after that, telling him he should talk about his feelings not drink them... But, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care for,” she sighed.

“D-did you get his name, ma’am?” you asked.

“His student ID said Jung something, can’t remember after that,” she said.

Your heart stopped.

“T-thank you!” you said, running off without taking your bag. You hurried down the street, trying to find where Jungkook had gone. You heard laughter from up the street and found many other teens tipping over and having a good time.

But, you didn’t see Jungkook amongst them.

If he stumbled into traffic and got hurt, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

So, you ran the way he fell after running into the door of the store. The air was cold as you ran, trying to find any indication of his presence.

There was a bush about twenty feet from the store that look like someone had fallen into it before getting back up again.

Footsteps lead away from the scene, no doubt from him falling in the mulch. You followed the trail until you could hear the scuffing of boots.

“Before I let go of you, I didn’t know that this world was lonely,” a broken voice sang in the darkness.

It was Jungkook’s voice.

“Pretty flowers bloomed and withered here... The season of you will never come again,” he cried.

Following the sound of his voice you discovered him, sitting on a park bench with a bottle of soju in his hands. He was singing a song by Ailee, or someone like her. It was a song about losing love, or not being able to see them often. You recognized the sound.

His voice sounded so haunted, yet clear in the deep sorrow that filled his soul.

You stood back and listened as he sang out for Ye Na... For the girl he loved, whom he lost.

“I will go to you...” he whispered the final lyric.

Your eyes were full of tears as you felt Jungkook’s pain. He stood up and downed the rest of the soju, throwing the empty bottle on the ground. You watched as a glimmer of metal flashed before your eyes...

Before you could think you ran forward and knocked the knife from Jungkook’s hand, tackling him to the ground.

You hissed as the blade nicked your skin, watching as a trail of blood ran down your wrist. It was only superficial, so you knew you’d be fine.

Jungkook was struggling underneath you. You managed to keep him on the ground, but only for a moment as he used his body weight to roll the two of you over. You lay underneath him, staring into his eyes helplessly.

He glared at you before brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear... “Y-Ye Na?” he asked, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Huh-”

“Ye Na, I miss you so much...” he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Jungkook, I’m not-”

“You sound so different...” he whispered.

You decided to speak softer.

“Jungkook, it’s late... You should go home,” you urged.

“Home is where you were... I can’t go back there, Ye Na, don’t make me,” he pleaded. Jungkook stood up and moved for the knife again. “I want to be with you again, so let me just-”

“Jungkook no!” you yelled, grabbing his hand.

“Ye Na! Let me be with you again, please, I don’t want to be in a world where you aren’t there!” he whimpered.

“Not like this Jungkook, don’t go to her-me... Don’t come to me like this,” you corrected.

“But I miss you,” he whispered. You bit your lip as Jungkook stood up, wandering towards the knife once more. You stood up fast and grabbed his wrist.

“Please stop, Jungkook! Please!” you sobbed.

“I miss you Ye Na!” he cried, as you pulled him into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed his back. Jungkook’s body shook with the exertion, his sobs wracking his frame. All you could do was hold him... Even if it wasn’t enough, even if it couldn’t bring her back to him... You tried. You tried all you could.

“Shh, Jungkook...”

“Ye Na I want to make love to you again,” he croaked.

Your blood ran cold as you felt his hands on your hips.

“Jungkook-”

“Ye Na, I miss your body, I miss the way you kissed me,” he groaned.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk,” you reasoned.

“I don’t care, I want you... I always want you, Ye Na,” he moaned.

“N-not here,” you whispered. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

You grabbed his hand and began to lead him away from the park you found him in.

Jungkook was quiet as you pulled him through the streets. You thought briefly of going home, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. If he woke up there the next morning then surely he’d have questions.

The next idea was a small hotel a few blocks from your house. You knew it and it would be the perfect place to have him sober up. Once he was asleep you could go home and try to forget the ever happened.

His hands began to reach for your body, wanting your warmth. “Ye Na~” he whined, calling after you. “When can I have you?”

“J-just a second Jungkook, we need to find a nice place first,” you encouraged.

“You’ve never cared about that before,” he groaned.

“I want to make this special,” you stated.

“Mmm, it’s special cause it’s you,” he smiled.

“There!” you yelped, continuing to drag him down the street.

The lights for the hotel were soft, fading into the night calmly. You grabbed your purse before putting a giggly smile on your face. Entering the building you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and placed around 40 bucks on the counter.

“Is that enough to get us a night?” you asked, looking at Jungkook.

The guy at the desk looked at the money and shrugged. “Sure, here,” he said handing you a key. “Second floor, third room down. Enjoy your night.”

Quickly you brought Jungkook towards the elevator. He happily followed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Mmm, Ye Na, I can’t wait to be inside you...”

You couldn’t help the heat that flooded your stomach at his words.

“Shh, Jungkook,” you hushed.

He huffed and seemed like he was going to say something before the elevator opened. You walked out, making sure he followed before it shut. Following the desk assistant’s instructions you found your room.

Opening the door you sighed as there was only one bed in the middle.

You were about to tell Jungkook to lie down when his lips were on yours. Your eyes went wide as you felt his lips caress your own. You’d never been kissed in your entire life... Not once...

And here you were, having a grieving man kissing you like it would be his last chance to do it again. Jungkook brought his hands to your face, urging you to kiss him back. Slowly trying to mimic his actions, you found yourself weakly kissing him as well.

Jungkook sighed, stepping forwards and pushing your body towards the bed. You felt panic rise in your chest as the back of your knees his the bed. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and picked you up with ease.

A squeal left your mouth as he set you down on the bed. You looked at his hungry expression as he placed his hands on either side of your body. Biting your lip you felt your mind reeling at the proceedings. Didn’t he know you weren’t Ye Na? Or was he too drunk to know? Surely he could tell the difference between you two...

“Ye Na...” he breathed, kissing your jaw lightly.

You brought your hands to his chest and pushed lightly. “Jungkook... I-I’m not-”

“Please, Ye Na... Can’t I love you one more time? Please let me love you one last time, even if it’s just a dream... Let me, let me show you how much I care for you...”

His words brought tears to your eyes. He was in so much pain...

Would it be so wrong to give him comfort?

But it was your first... Should you give your first away in such a situation?

“O-okay Jungkook,” you agreed, laying back on the bed for him. He smiled dreamily as he connected your lips once more.

You tried to keep up with him the best you could, but he was difficult to compete with. He had much more experience, hopefully he wouldn’t notice the lack of yours. However, with the way he was ravishing your mouth he didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Your gut wrenched at his pain, how distraught he was to lose Ye Na...

This is the only way you can think to help him. Even if it only helped him in this moment. If he could dream to hold her again, then you’d be her stand in. Just this once...

Jungkook leaned back and gripped the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head as it fell to the floor. You gawked at the sight of Jungkook shirtless before you. You swallowed hard and tried to think straight.

He smirked and brought your hand to touch his torso. “Mmm, your hands feel so good baby,” he encouraged. You bit your lip and rubbed his shoulders and down to his wrists. Jungkook leaned down and gripped your shoe. Raising your brows in shock you moved and kicked the other one off before he could feel your anklet.

You felt his hands grip onto your bare ankle and lift your leg to his shoulder. You tried to keep yourself quiet at the action, but seeing Jungkook’s lidded eyes examine you had your heart racing dangerously.

“Mmm, God I love you,” he murmured into your calf. You bit your lip as he set your leg down and moved towards your waist. The thrum of excitement was deep in your veins as he tugged on your jeans.

Taking his wrist away you undid the button for him. He leaned down and kissed your lower stomach gently. A soft breath left your throat at the sensation of his lips on your skin.

“Jungkook...”

His eyes lifted to your face and he gave a small smile. “Don’t worry Ye Na, I’ll get the pants off in juss a second.”

His speech slurred, reminding you that he was very inebriated. Was this right? He wasn’t in his right mind to consent to this, was he? Should you stop?

You were just about to sit up and burst out the door when his lips found yours again. The taste of him was so sweet, you couldn’t help but want more and more. He supported your neck with his hand as he licked against your lips teasingly.

When you didn’t open your mouth, he pulled away with a frown. “Come on Ye Na, let me taste you too!” He whined.

Your heart shuttered in your chest. You didn’t know how to French Kiss someone! But you nodded and Jungkook came back, more impatient this time. His mouth was almost bruising as you kissed him back weakly. You felt his tongue once more and shyly opened your mouth for him.

Jungkook wasted no time weaving his tongue between your lips. You squeaked at the odd feeling, gripping the sheets right as you winced. Jungkook licked at your tongue, wanting to explore your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, his hands moving to your hips.

“Fuck I forgot how good you taste,” He hiccuped. You flushed at his statement. Not wasting anymore time he gripped your hoodie and pulled on it. You flinched at his action and he cocked his head to the side. “Ye Na? Sit up.”

You did so slowly, biting your lip. Jungkook found the hem of your sweatshirt and brought it over your head, throwing it on the floor. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same, hugging him back.

“Mm, Ye Na... Did you finally gain those pounds I told you to? I know that you never wanted to, but you feel so much warmer and soft...”

You wrinkled your face in confusion. Was that a compliment?

“Fuck I need you so bad,” he whined, rutting his hips against your stomach. You sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on your own. “Lie down.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, nerves coursing through your mind. He pulled your jeans off, letting them dangle on your ankle. You didn’t have time to fix it as Jungkook attacked your mouth once more. You whimpered and let him do as he pleased.

However, the more he kissed you... the more you found yourself falling into his advances. Jungkook held your hips, making sure you didn’t move too much.

“Jungkook, please,” you whispered against his lips. He pulled back and wiped your combined spit off your mouth. He smirked and assessed your body.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

You shuddered at the low tone in his voice. You brought your hands to his cheeks, pulling his mouth against yours. He kissed you gently, licking at your top lip like a kitten. He was so vocal, whining into your lips. You felt his hand move into your panties, rubbing along your slit with practiced ease.

The shock of the sensation made your hips buck up against his hand. You gasped in surprise. He smiled and kissed your neck, continuing his motions against your mound. Soft pants came from your lips, the pleasure building in your lower stomach. Jungkook couldn’t seem to get enough. His fingers moving delicately across your skin, as his mouth connected to your lips. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting him kiss you as passionately as he could. It felt incredible...

This sensation of being so close to someone... Someone desiring you...

Even if he didn’t think it was you. It was enough. Finally, the hole you didn’t know you harbored in your heart was filling. There was a weight in your chest, and not the unpleasant kind. Jungkook’s lips found your chest, mouthing over the fabric of your bra.

“I-I feel,” you whispered...

“Mmm, how do you feel baby? Tell me, tell me how good my fingers feel on your sweet pussy,” he growled.

“S-so good, Jungkook... So good,” you whimpered, bringing your hand over your face. Cheeks flaming red, eyes bleary, you probably looked a mess.

But something was building in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was an orgasm or some sort of deathly wave of emotion... You just knew that if he kept moving his hand like that, you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

And you didn’t necessarily want him to stop either...

“Fuck, Ye Na, you feel so good against me. So soft, so warm...”

The name of a different woman falling from his throat left a bitter taste on your tongue. But, his rapid pace didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you come apart on his fingertips. He wanted to feel your body shudder as he brought you to the apex of bliss.

Even though he didn’t know it was you...

Suddenly, a finger slipped inside of your body. A sharp, burning pain enveloped you. Hissing, you gripped his hand. Pulling away from your chest Jungkook raised a brow.

“Why are you so tight? The fuck, it feels like a goddamn flesh-light,” he remarked. “I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long... Has it?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Of course Ye Na wasn’t a fucking virgin like yourself. Jesus, would your virginity be the very thing that revealed the horrific truth to him? The fact that is was the person the police had pinned as his girlfriend and the mother of his child’s murderer?

Was he now in the throes of sin with someone who not a week earlier had condemned you for killing his family? Everything he loved? However, now, he was pushing his finger inside of your slick... His mouth on your chest as he imagined the woman he loved lying there and squirming for his love. His attention...

You quickly reached forward and gently cupped his groin. He buckled underneath your touch as his head fell into your neck. “Fuck...” he croaked.

“L-let me please you,” you whispered. “Let me make you feel good...”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed easily. He stood up, undoing his belt and throwing it on the floor. Next came the buttons of his jeans, it popped open with ease. Jungkook shimmied his way out of the tight, black pants. You gaped as you saw the obvious bulge in his boxers. You’d never done anything like this, how were you supposed to do it?

Of course you’d read the odd erotic story here and there, only doing what was necessary to distract you long enough to keep your loneliness at bay. So, it would have to do.

“Come suck me off,” he purred. Faster than you’d like to admit you fell to your knees before him. He smiled at your eagerness, taking your hair in his hand.

Another frown burned into his face.

“Ye Na, is your hair longer?”

Fuck.

She just cut her hair into a bob around three months ago. You, on the other hand, still had long locks flowing down your head.

Hoping to distract him from the obvious difference, you place a tentative lick on the bulge through his boxers. Jungkook hiccuped in pleasure while you mouthed around his hard on. He bit his lip as your kittenish actions began to irritate him, rather than placate him.

“Enough toying, take me out and suck me,” he snarled. You flinched at his tone, making you urge yourself forward. You let your hands dip under his waistband, touching his cock with jittery hands. It was hot against your clammy hands, making you almost shriek when you finally touched him. Pulling him out of his boxers you found yourself at a loss for words.

What did you do now? Did you just, put it in your mouth or-

“Jesus fucking Christ Ye Na! Enough playing around, you almost never suck me off anyways! Don’t offer then fucking dip out half way,” he huffed.

Swallowing thick you moved forward and wrapped your lips around his tip. Jungkook was pleased at once. A soft groan falling from his tongue. Moving your head forward you inched your mouth further and further along his shaft. It tasted odd, not bad and not necessarily great either. He was losing a grip on his inhibitions, moving his hips forward and making your throat tighten up. He gasped as he moved to far into your cavern, making you gag on his dick. He pulled back as you coughed, drool and dribble falling from your mouth as you hacked.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry, I know you’re not used to it,” he soothed, petting your hair to calm you. After a few moments, you finally were able to take a few easy breaths. Jungkook whined then, jerking his hips towards you in a pathetic attempt to get you to take him in again.

You did so, opening your mouth and trying to keep your throat from rejecting him. Jungkook moaned his pleasure, telling you how much he loved your mouth. His body shaking as you could tell he was enjoying your attention. Soon, you were able to take him a little further. He cried out Ye Na’s name once more.

“Fuck, Ye na, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned.

“S’okay,” you agreed. Moving forward with haste you wanted to give him more and more pleasure. You wanted him to feel happy, to finally be free of the pain he didn’t deserve.

“No, no baby,” he whined, wrapping his hand around your hair and pulled you off of his dick. Drool fell from your mouth, dripping onto your chin and breasts. “I have to fuck you, shit, get on the bed.”

Your limbs felt clumsy and awkward as you shuffled towards the bed. It creaked with your weight as you sat down on the duvet. Jungkook followed, boxers now gone. His hands wrapped around your body, pulling your bra off with minor difficulty. Jungkook grinned as the offending fabric fell to the floor.

“Shit your tits are big,” he moaned. “Were they always this big?” he asked, cupping them harshly. He licked his lips, then taking one nipple in his mouth. You shuddered, the sensation of his tongue flicking your sensitive flesh making your uncomfortably achy in your lower stomach.

“Jungkook, please,” you gasped. He nodded, pulling back from your breasts. He captured your lips in a burning kiss, one that made your toes go numb. Holding his cheeks, you now asked for entrance to his mouth. He let you in easily, as if you always requested to explore him.

His hand found your underwear and pulled them down quickly. You moved to kick them off. But again, they got stuck around your anklet to stay with your pants. It was fine, they wouldn’t be in the way down there anyways.

Jungkook gripped his cock, pumping it slowly...

“Open your legs, let me see your pretty pussy baby,” he pleaded. You did so, gently lowering your knees so your core was on display. Jungkook made a small noise in the back of his throat, before moving forward and rubbing his dick against your entrance.

You held your breath as you waited. You knew that losing your virginity was supposed to hurt. Obviously, having something crammed inside of you was probably not supposed to feel incredible for the first time...

Jungkook finally pushed forward, halting his progression when you cried out in agony. Biting your lip you tried to keep the tears at bay. But you betrayed yourself as you felt each salty traitor fall down your face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, wiping your tears away.

“I-I just love you so much, Jungkook,” you croaked.

“Fuck, me too. I love you too,” he whimpered. The raw emotion that was conveyed from his voice made you feel like utter garbage. You were manipulating this man into believing that the woman he loved so dearly, was alive...

Then, you felt his hips touch your inner thighs. Jungkook was panting with the effort. You were so full, almost uncomfortably so. His cock was stretching your walls to the point you felt fit to burst. He was hot, thick and throbbing inside of you, making you wince slightly.

Fuck, it hurt. It hurt really bad... But the look of sheer bliss that befell his face. That look made everything you were feeling, good and bad, worth it. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, jaw clenched. His pouty lips pulled in between his adorable bunny-esque teeth. Adam’s apple bobbing, sweat dripping down his throat. Shoulders hunched forward, making his biceps bulge out. You gripped those very arms, in discomfort. But, Jungkook cradled your head as he attempted to move out. But, he found difficult as you were clenching so tightly.

“Baby, you gotta relax... I can’t move too well with you clenching so tight... Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he grit out. You let out a weak moan. Slowly, you allowed your walls to relax enough to let Jungkook begin fucking you. It felt like a foreign object being jabbed in and out of you, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t as agonizing than at first.

“Jungkook, please move slower,” you gasped as a particularly hard thrust moved your breasts.

“Shit, I can’t. Baby you feel so good, so tight. So warm and wet for me,” he complimented. You glowed under his praise, walls relaxing even more so Jungkook could pick up his pace.

He then brushed against a spot inside of you that made you see stars...

“Jungkook!” you cried out, reaching for his hand. He interlocked your fingers, helping ground you. “Oh, oh, oh, p-please more!”

You heard him chuckle. “You want more baby? Want me deeper inside your needy little snatch? Oh, fuck! You’re clenching so hard, you must like it when I talk like this to you? Shit, you normally don’t get off to my dirty talk... But I won’t complain. I fucking love saying the nastiest shit to you as I fuck you into the bed,” he growled.

“Mmm, tell me more, Jungkook!” you cried out as his hand found your throat. Gripping it tightly, you felt your mind go blank for a moment.

“-like the way I fuck you? Do you? Want me to cum in this fucking tight little pussy? I’ll give it to you, but you have to beg for it... Fucking beg me to fill this pussy.”

You were fading in and out. But you knew you wanted that. You wanted to feel it...

“P-please, please Jungkook,” you whined. Your throat was raw from his squeezing, but it didn’t hurt. If anything you wanted more.

“What do you want from me baby?” he asked, pressing his thumb teasingly against your throat column.

“Please cum in me, please do it,” you whined. He smiled, beginning to slam into you at an alarming rate. You knew your poor thighs and neck were going to bruise. But it didn’t matter, all you wanted was to feel that wire in the pit of your stomach burst. You wanted to see Jungkook fall apart from the pleasure YOU were giving him. Not Ye Na...

It was your pussy he was fucking, not hers. Right now, his pleasure belonged to you... And yours belonged to him.

“Shit, I’m close,” he whined, gripping a breast and tugging on one of your nipples playfully. You nodded. It didn’t matter, you wanted it. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice that you weren’t sure you could come back from. But you wanted, no, needed for Jungkook to throw you off it. If it was the last thing you did, you wanted to feel him cum inside you and feel such... euphoria...

Jungkook cried out, “Shit, baby!”

“Jungkook!” you sobbed.

A rush of white hot pleasure scorched your being. It seemed like  you were going to burn alive, but you didn’t care. It felt so incredibly good. It felt right to be here like this, with Jungkook emptying himself into your battered core. That’s all that mattered right now.

Jungkook shuddered, hips jerking forwards as shot after shot of his ejactulate emptied into your hot cavern. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he whispered, mouth pressing open kisses along your collarbones.

You hissed, an uncomfortable shiver coming from your core. His cock was softening inside of you. Suddenly, Jungkook collapsed on top of you. Your heart was fluttering, whether it was from Jungkook’s proximity or if it was from the events that just took place.

Looking down at Jungkook’s face that was smooshed into your breasts, you smiled. He was flushed and sweaty from your escapades, but he looked so peaceful. The tension in his frame you saw at the park had melted, an unwound coil in its place.

Carefully, you moved yourself backwards across the bed. Jungkook’s soft member flopping out of you weakly. You flinched as you could feel his cum leaking out of your sore center. Managing to lay him on his back, you grabbed the comforter and covered his naked form.

You knew he’d wake up confused, and alone...

But you would be as good as dead if you woke up beside him. And no matter how desperately you wanted to curl into his warmth, and to bask in this afterglow... You had to leave.

Grimacing as you stood up you felt his sum trickle down your leg. It made you shiver uncomfortably. Rushing to the bathroom you sat down and used the restroom, cleaning yourself up as best as you could before pulling your panties back up your legs. You cringed at the feeling of your cold and still wet underwear gracing your overheated center. But, you had to get going.

Gathering up the rest of your clothes you put them on in a hurry. Grabbing a ponytail holder from your pocket you went to tie your hair up to hide the obvious mess of sex hair. But, you looked at your throat in shock.

Already purpling fingerprints were visible on your neck. As well as multiple hickeys across your chest. Jungkook had certainly left his mark on you, while his skin was still perfect, save for a few scratch marks that would no doubt be gone by morning. You messily ran your fingers through your hair and managed to tame the beast it had turned into. You pulled your shirt as high as you could without it being a crop top and pulled your hood over your head.

Walking over to Jungkook’s sleeping frame you gently caressed his cheek. You could feel the displeasure of leaving him coursing through your veins. Leaning down, you placed your lips right in the hollow of his collar bone. You sucked gently, nipping softly and licking after each departure of your lips.

“Mmm, Ye na, stop baby,” he mumbled in his sleep. You frowned and pulled back to see the soft love bite you left. It would probably fade tomorrow, but for now it was there. You left your mark on him too...

Jungkook suddenly turned in his bed and looked dead at you.

Panic coursed through your veins.

Fuck... Fuck you were so fucking dead.

Then a weary smile graced his face.

“Kiss me before you leave, I know you don’t like sleeping over Ye Na... But that’s the least you could do,” he whispered.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you kneeled next to the bed, lips brushing over his own. Jungkook pressed his mouth against yours so sweetly, so delicately that it made guilt swarm your soul.

He was so incredibly broken, and here you were taking advantage of that to feel less lonely yourself. But, if it meant neither of you had to be alone for the time being... Wasn’t it worth the pain you’d feel tomorrow when you woke alone in your bed again...

“I love you, Ye Na,” he whispered as your lips parted.

Tears flooded from your eyes, dripping onto the bed.

“She loved you too, Jungkook... I’m so sorry,” you croaked.

His eyes fell shut and his breathing even, while yours became erratic. You had to get out of there. The walls were suffocating you, and the room was beginning to tilt.

Hurrying from the premises you noticed the gentleman who check you in was asleep in his chair. You ran past, heading for your house. The night wind ripped into your flesh, making you shiver. However, in your mind you weren’t sure if you were shivering from the cold in the air or in your heart.

The hole Jungkook had filled was now empty once more. You didn’t know how empty it felt until you were whole. And now it was like someone had taken a chunk of your being away. Fuck, this hurt worse. You’d lose your virginity over and over and over again, because that pain didn’t matter. It didn’t hurt this deep.

Because that pain was merely superficial...

And the pain you felt now?

That was permanent...

* * *

The Trial Proceeded...

Your life went on as you watched.

It seemed as the second someone found something to prove you guilty, someone else found something to prove you innocent.

You felt as though you were playing some sick game of tug o war with the truth. The Truth wanted to be fickle, it wanted to be hard to catch so that you would never feel relief... But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Jungkook never contacted you.

But he was at every hearing. Every meeting. Every chance that he could listen in on the investigation, he would be there. And every time you saw him, your heart broke again. He looked at you as if you were the scum of the Earth. But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Your lawyer always came and met with you every other week to update you on the findings of the police, if forensics had found anything particularly damning. But it was always nothing too severe. Generally it was the lack of witnesses to the crime that kept saving you.

However, you were just so... tired...

How long was it going to take before they gave you your fate?

Did it matter anymore?

Even if you were found innocent, would the world think you any different? Or would they view you as a snake that managed to squirm it’s way out of justice? Either way it wouldn’t matter... Because it was okay...

You deserved it.

It was a mundane afternoon, the clouds hanging low in the sky, threatening some kind of storm. You hoped that they would do it. You were begging for them to unleash a torrent so that you could lie here in this park and fall asleep. Hopefully to not wake up again.

This life was so taxing, not worth everything that you were putting into it. Life was difficult enough before. Little to no friends, limited social interaction, obsession with the macabre and disturbing making you undesirable. But that was okay.

You deserved-

“Y-Y/N?”

Someone’s weak voice called out in the cool night air. Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at the clouds that were covering the sky once more. Turning your head slowly, you found Jungkook...

He was standing there, looking dumbfounded at your presence there on that park bench. The one he had been planning to sit on. You looked at him, exhaustion written all over your features.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

His face took on unadulterated rage. He threw his can of beer on the ground and stalked forwards, eyes ablaze with fury. You knew you should pull yourself up and run, run and not look back. But you knew you couldn’t. There was no desire for self preservation.

“I warned you, I warned you that if I found you in fucking public that I would kill you. I warned you, you fucking bitch,” he growled, lunging forward to grip your neck with his hands.

Your mind flashed back to when you were in bed with him, his body pouding into your with reckless abandon, his hand wrapped around your throat as you came.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing hauling your sorry ass out of that fucking hole you came out of, huh?” he asked, grabbing the lapels of your button down plaid shirt. But you had no words, just a sad smile to offer him.

Jungkook’s mind was reeling. The look in your eyes... Why did you look like that? He remembered looking into your eyes before, passing in the hallways at school. In a quick scan across the room...

They always held an inquisitive nature, a softness not seen by most.

But now?

They were so bleak, dead and fogged over.

It was disconcerting to see you this way.

But Jungkook was no fool. He knew what was happening. You were so guilty about killing his girlfriend and child that it was eating you up inside. Finally, the pain he felt was extended to you...

He waited for the sense of satisfaction of your pain to wash over him, but it never did. He couldn’t feel anything but discomfort from looking into your eyes. There was no relief or anger...

It was like looking at a corpse.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked, almost incredulous. “Has the guilt of being a murderer finally caught up to you?”

Maybe you would admit it here. Maybe then he could feel the vindication he so longed for.

But again, you blinked wearily at him... No words.

“Did you go mute, or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, letting go of your shirt, making you drop against the bench with a thud.

You stared into the sky for a few moments...

Before you spoke.

“I’m not a murderer,” you whispered. “But I am guilty.”

Jungkook waited with baited breath. Finally. Finally he would hear it...

“I’m guilty of loving someone that I know hates me. I’m guilty of taking advantage of his broken heart, in an attempt to heal my own. I’m guilty of having a crush on a boy with cute cheeks and floppy brown hair. I’m guilty of feeling in love, and not letting myself acknowledge it.”

The air left Jungkook’s lungs.

That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. What did you mean? How could a monster like you love someone else... No way. You were fucking pulling his leg.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you can’t love... Someone like you can’t fucking love,” he snarled.

“I didn’t think so either,” you admitted. “But you changed my mind, Jungkook.”

He froze.

No.

You weren’t allowed to do this shit to him. Not now, not after everything you fucked up for him. Not after you killed his girlfriend, not after you ripped her unborn child from her stomach. Not after you left her there to die. Not after you acted so innocent...

“Don’t you fucking dare say you love me, that’s such bullshit,” he thundered. At that moment a strike of lightning flashed through the sky. “You don’t even fucking know me!”

“But I do,” you whispered. “You like ramen, but not the beef flavor. You never eat it. You don’t like bitter foods. You much prefer milk to any kind of alcohol. You were worried about passing your fitness final, so you stayed after school for weeks to run the trials again and again and again. You Aced it because you have the drive to become an incredible athletic trainer. I know you wanted to open you own fitness center. That’s why you’re in three business classes. You love music, I always hear you singing or humming a different song. You like white t-shirts, because I swear to God that’s all you wear. You seem to like video games, you were really excited when Taehyung gave you the Overwatch DLC that he bought by accident. And most importantly, you’re not a violent person. You could have choked me out here by now, but you’ve let me talk.”

Jungkook was floored. Had you been stalking him? What sort of fucked up-

“And no, I didn’t stalk you. I was in two of those Business classes with you, because I was curious about opening my own taxidermy business. We had the same lunch, so I could see you eating. Taehyung would always give you his banana milk when we were done with our lunch. I was staying after school to catch up on some work in the library, which is next door to the fitness center and the gym here. I saw you practicing after I was done with my work. You tap the songs loudly on the desks in class, and I pass you when I leave class and I hear you humming the songs. And the Taehyung video game thing I learned because he spoke about it. There’s a difference between being observant of someone you care about and stalking them. But, I understand if you’re uncomfortable.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say...

How could he?

“Y-Y/N, tell me honestly... did you kill Ye Na? Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill her. Tell me right now,” he whispered.

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “I didn’t kill Ye Na.”

His eyes locked with yours, and for the first time since he’d seen you that evening... there was a soft sparkle behind them. As if laying eyes upon him was worth all the pain you were in.

“Fuck, you’re telling the truth aren’t you...” he breathed. “You’re not bullshitting anybody, it really wasn’t you,” he gasped.

“Jungkook,” you said, sitting up on the bench. “It doesn’t matter anymore. No matter my conviction, everyone has already made up their minds. If they think I’m guilty and I’m acquitted, then I’m a snake that escaped the law. If I’m sentenced, then they’ll curse my name for all eternity. But it’s okay, I deserve it.”

Jungkook frowned. “Why do you think you deserve it?” he whispered.

“Because,” you swallowed hard. “Because I did something wrong. I didn’t kill anyone... But I did... I take advantage.”

“Of who?”

“Of you,” you said softly, tears pricking your eyes.

“What? When?” he said, taken aback.

“A week after Ye Na was found... You got so drunk... I was at the convenience store, you ran into the door because you couldn’t walk and I had to follow you. I was worried... You tried to... Jungkook you were trying to kill yourself. When I showed up and stopped you, you thought I was Ye Na so... You were so lonely and lost and hurt, if me being Ye Na for the time being was enough...”

“Y/N, what happened that night,” he demanded.

“We slept together,” you confessed.

“What? We what?” he asked.

Is... Is that why he woke up naked in that hotel about a month ago?

“A-and,” you breathed, shaking violently. “And it was my first... uh, you were...”

Jungkook’s heart stopped. He took your virginity while he was drunk and thought you were his dead girlfriend? You let him use you like that? Because he was in pain? Because he was hurting and missing Ye Na? You gave up your first time to sleep with a man who didn’t love you, but it was enough because it helped him?

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he asked, incredulous.

“I’m so sorry, I know it was wrong but you were in so much pain, and I was so lonely too... That doesn’t make it right. You couldn’t consent, Jungkook I raped-”

“You didn’t, Y/N... Honestly, you didn’t,” he assured.

“There’s one more thing, Jungkook. One more thing I’m guilty for...”

“What is it?”

“Jungkook I-I’m late for my period... I wasn’t sexually active so I didn’t use birth control and you didn’t use a condom-”

His heart stopped.

Not again.

Not you.

“Shut up,” he warned.

“But Jungkook, I’m scared-”

“Shut. Up.” He warned once more, leaning in and capturing your mouth in an angry, frustrated kiss.

He took you there on that bench. He took your pants off and barely got his pants down before he was fucking you like a savage in the park.

It was fair.

This wasn’t right.

But if you took advantage...

Then he could too, right? Eye for an eye...

As he emptied himself into you again that night, you felt his hot tears pouring down your chest.

“I’m sorry, Ye Na... I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he came.

You pet his hair as he sobbed into your chest.

You felt so empty when he pulled out of your body.

You felt empty when you made it back home.

You felt empty when you lied down in bed and sobbed.

You just wanted to feel love...

Standing up you went to the bathroom, looking at the damn test that told you everything you were worried about when your period was late.

You were so consumed with the damned + sign staring back at you, that you didn’t hear your apartment door open.

You didn’t hear the footsteps fast approaching.

But you felt the knife plunge into your back.

As you stared into the eyes of your murderer, you felt a soft kiss being placed on your lips as your life began fading from your body...

Jungkook’s sweet face stared back at you, blood splattering on his face.

“Tell Ye Na, that your screams are now my favorite.”

Lil cutie right there.

Makes my heart hurt.

Run BTS! ep 61

↳ Namjoon

Into Eternity - Part VII

And I’m still a slut for this story. I’m not even sorry about it. 

HAPPY NEW YEARS! Let’s start off 2019 the right way, shall we?

As always I don’t own the photo!

Pair: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Slight Smut (Male masturbation/Slight Foreplay), Depictions of Violence, Character Death.

Words: 4,879

The pair of you hurried back to the castle, laughing like children that had too many sweets. Upon your return you felt a chill go down your spine, a sneeze shook your body.

“Hurry my darling, we must get you warmed up,” he insisted.

Jimin ensured that you were in the bath and warm before himself. He went to the Roman baths on the ground level of the castle.

As you soaked in the warm, soapy water, your mind was plagued with the thoughts of your husband's body atop yours. You bit your lip as you thought of Jimin between your legs, the mere thought sent a rush of heat to your core...

Jimin was in a similar situation down in the baths.

However he was much less refrained. Taking his cock in his hand he quickly stroked himself, chasing after his high like a man possessed.

“Fuck, fuck...”

He breathed into the humid air of the large space.

Adding pressure to his swollen balls sent him spiraling into a thrusting mess.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he whined into the air. Jimin could feel himself getting closer as he thought of your damp body underneath his on the shore. How exquisite you looked to him.

He came with the thought of your open mouth waiting for his release. Shuddering against the walls of the bath Jimin tried to even out his breathing.

Each day was turning into torture for him. He just wanted to get closer to you. Perhaps finally get to experience you and your body...

But he had to yield. Now wasn’t the time, there were much more daunting tasks once you returned to the palace...

A coronation. A witch to murder.

Was there time for the two of you to be intimate in any way? Did Jimin dare get closer, because in the end he might have to deliver the final blow...

A knock came on the door.

“Who is it?” Jimin asked, rubbing his body with soap.

“It’s me Highness,” Jungkook's voice announced through the door.

“Enter,” Jimin approved.

Jungkook entered wearing his civilian clothing, with his cutlass and accessories around his hip. Jimin raised an eyebrow and sat down in the water that was steaming.

It was beautiful due to the hot springs underneath the palace. Jimin had forgotten how much he loved it here.

“Highness, we are to depart shortly after sunrise. The servants already loaded a majority of your luggage in the carriages. Taehyung sent word there was no disturbances in your absence,” Jungkook reported.

“Very good, what of the Royal Palace? Any news from my mother and my father’s condition?” Jimin asked.

“Your Father is stable, however weak. Your mother states he is determined to meet his grandchild,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin froze. “He’ll have to wait... so will I,” Jimin rubbed his face.

“Sire, may we speak as friends. As Jungkook and Jimin instead of Prince and Knight?” Jungkook asked, coming over and sitting next to Jimin. The Prince nodded, leaning his head against the chilled marble.

“Go on Kook,” Jimin breathed. Jungkook looked at his friend then down at his hands set in his lap.

“Jimin-Hyung, you’ve done so much for me in this life I am certain I won’t be able to repay in within the four I’m granted. But, I do promise that I will fight for you for as long as I can, as hard as I can, as efficiently as I can... Every knight’s dream is not to go into battle, it is to wake up on a day where he is not needed. Because then he has done his job well.”

Jimin frowned then looked to his friend with brows furrowed. “I’m unsure of what all of this means, Jungkook,” Jimin sighed, hunching forward with exhaustion.

“I’m saying, hyung, that you have time to not be worried about certain things. You are allowed to enjoy yourself and enjoy your life. There is so much more out there than the troubling times ahead. Those moments are not here yet, so don’t dwell when there is nothing to dwell upon. There are more important things,” Jungkook touching Jimin’s shoulder gently. “More important people, to create memories with at the moment,” Jungkook reminded.

Jimin thought of you both out at the ocean. How he longed to stay out there with you just one moment longer. He would’ve given anything to stay there with you in that moment.

“I appreciate your words Jungkook, they come from your heart of pure gold I know. I will work hard to make memories worth looking back upon in the years to come,” he assured.

Jungkook nodded his head and stood up. “I am going to secure the perimeter sire, please rest well,” Jungkook bowed before exiting the large room. Jimin felt a chill run down his spine as the cold air touched his back.

He did want to make memories with you, but only when you were ready...

And he wasn’t sure he was ready himself...

There was only one way to find out...

* * *

You stood out on the balcony in your nightdress, feeling the breeze blow against your warmed skin.

Jimin had been in the baths for a while.

You blushed thinking back to your actions on the beach. How Jimin had himself situation between your legs. His body moving against yours with such sinful pleasure that it made your heart falter in your chest.

There were no doubts in your mind you were attracted to your husband. He was a fine man, from the Royal Lineage there was no questions of his beauty. However, he mentioned his preferences lied with men...?

Was this just him trying to create an heir within you?

Was it all just a ploy so he could do away with you once he had what he wanted?

No...

Jimin wasn’t like that, and you knew better. Jimin had stated he wanted to try to be a couple. To rely on one another like couples were supposed to. And he couldn’t do that if you weren’t ready to carry your load along with his.

And thinking back to the beach... Where his strong body was laid out beneath you, completely subject to whatever your thoughts could imagine...

It was truly thrilling to think of it that way...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You turned and quickly gathered your dressing robe before answering the sound. “Yes, who is it?”

“It’s me, Y/N, are you decent?” Jimin’s voice came through the wood.

Relaxing you placed your dressing gown back on the chair. “Yes, you may enter.”

Jimin walked in with his hair still damp from the baths. He looked refreshed, and much warmer than earlier when you’d parted.

“Were the baths pleasant?” you asked, sitting down on the trunk at the foot of your bed. Jimin nodded and approached you slowly.

“Yes, they were. You’ll have to experience them the next we visit. They are supposed to aid in fertility,” Jimin stated before sitting next to you.

You felt your cheeks flush before clearing your throat. “I see, then perhaps I should,” you squeaked.

Jimin giggled and you turned your head quickly. You’d certainly never heard that sound from him before. Because now that you had, you were certain you’d never forget it.

“You’re turning pink, darling,” he pointed out.

You huffed and rubbed your cheeks before standing up. “I-It was warm in the baths, nothing more.”

Hurrying out to the balcony you crossed your arms over your chest in frustration. Why did he insist on teasing you on such a delicate matter? Surely the thought terrified him too?

Or was he merely thinking of the means to procure a royal?

Footsteps followed your path outside and warm arms encaptured your form. “Please don’t be cross, my dear, I’m only jesting,” Jimin whispered in your neck. You bit your lip and shuddered against his form.

“A child is no joking matter,” you reminded, firm.

“I’m aware of that, but watching you get flustered at the mention of one surely is means for a slight joke, is it not?” Jimin tried again.

“Mocking my purity is not a joke either,” you warned.

“Perhaps not, supposing your purity is kept for much longer,” Jimin breathed in your ear. The heat of his breath made your knees wobbly. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want. But please know that I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

Turning fast you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Then kiss me, like you won’t get to do it again,” you whimpered.

All thoughts of preventing an heir, the war you were in, the lives at stake flew from your head the moment Jimin pressed his lips against yours. You were lost to the ocean of his eyes and the solid Earth of his body.

You wanted more of him. More of his skin against yours and his lips in places you’d be too ashamed to ask for. Oh Gods it was everything you could do to stay on your feet. And Jimin seemed to be thinking in a similar fashion.

“You’re making it difficult for me to think,” he warned, pulling away from your lips. Chest heaving you gripped his shoulders.

“I don’t want you to think, just feel,” you begged, placing his hand on your breast. Jimin faltered at the soft sensation your flesh yielded. He swooped down to capture your mouth once more, hand caressing your waist and fondling your chest with fervor.

You whined against his mouth as he pushed you against the stonework of the palace. Your body had nowhere to move but against his. The foreign sensation between your legs was becoming more prevalent the longer Jimin’s hands kept wandering.

“I-I want to go further, I want to shower you in pleasure... But, this is dangerous my darling,” he warned, biting his lip as he rested his forehead against yours. “I can’t risk you falling pregnant... It’s not safe now, not for a child. Not even for us.”

“D-Don’t, um, don’t release inside me. I just finished bleeding, I-I shouldn’t be fertile for at least a few more moons,” you blushed. Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“Even with that, you could still-”

“I want you to, please Jimin. I-I’m ready,” you stuttered.

Jimin sighed and delicately cradled your face in his hands. The next kiss was delicate and endearing. Pulling you closer Jimin kissed you with such care, it made your heart race with the sensation.

Here you were, with your husband... The man you were coming to love, no...

The man you were certain you loved.

And you were going to show him, just how much you loved him.

Grabbing your waist Jimin moved you off of the wall and towards the open doorway to your bedroom.

Suddenly, Jimin was shoving you on the ground.

Hard.

“Ow! Jimin, what did I-”

“GAH!”

Jimin cried and held his arm tightly.

Blood poured out of his wound, an arrow protruding from his shoulder. Your heart rate accelerated.

Your throat began to ache, that’s when you realized that you were screaming. Jimin hissed in pain, but reached up and grabbed the arrow, snapping the broad head off. You gasped and held your hands over your mouth, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Pounding came on your door.

“Highness! Lady Y/N! The Forsaken are surrounding the castle, we must move. NOW!” Namjoon’s voice yelled.

“Namjoon, Jimin has been shot!” you cried, shuffling quickly towards your husband. Jimin kept his head low, obviously in agony.

“Highness!” Namjoon shouted, coming in through the doorway and hurrying to his future King.

“I’m fine, get her out of here. She’s the one they want,” Jimin grit out.

“Highness I can’t possibly leave you injured like this,” Namjoon defied.

“Jimin I won’t leave you here either, don’t even think about it,” you stated firm.

Your husband groaned in pain, his arm no doubt on fire from the arrow lodged deep in his muscles. The arms that you just had around your frame. The embrace that made you feel so safe, and cared for. Now stained with blood...

Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jimin and lifted him into a standing position. “We’ve got to move, now. The Forsaken are attempting to storm the castle,” he explained.

Jimin nodded. “What of the village, have they been evacuated?” Jimin asked.

“Unfortunately,” Namjoon started. A dark look passed over his face. “The village is already up in flames.”

Your heart stuttered in your throat. Surely not. Surely they had gotten out and all they would have to do is rebuild their home.

That’s all they had to do...

But you remembered it was late into the night. Everyone would have been sleeping in their beds when the flames started. And if the smoke was too much, they probably wouldn’t even have made it from their blankets before they passed.

Tears blurred your vision as you ran down the stairs after Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was barking orders at the guards and watching them begin to make a blockade for the palace entry.

Loud bangs rung through the hall as you realized that the Forsaken were already at the gates. They were here, and they wanted you dead.

“Damn it,” Namjoon growled.

“What is it?” Jimin asked, growing worryingly pale.

“They aren’t going to be able to hold them off for long. I need to help them,” Namjoon stated.

“Hyung! Highness!” Jungkook’s voice came over the loud yelling in the hall.

“Jungkook!” Jimin said, relieved the younger male was unharmed.

“Jungkook, get them to the stables. I’ve already sent word to Lord Taehyung about the proceedings. I can buy you some time to escape by leading another carriage towards the Royal Palace’s route,” Namjoon ordered.

“But Hyung when they catch you,” Jungkook whispered.

“I know. I’m aware of my fate here tonight. But, if it means you all can escape to see another sunrise, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. Jungkook,” Namjoon pulled a medallion from his neck and placed it over Jungkook’s head. “I, Kim Namjoon, place you, Jeon Jungkook as the Head of the Royal Guard for the Kingdom of Arcane. Do you swear to protect the Royal family with your life, Jungkook?”

“Namjoon, I won’t allow this!” Jimin yelled.

“I swear, on my life I will protect the Royal Family,” Jungkook affirmed.

“May the Gods watch over your battles, and I pray one day you will wake up not needed,” Namjoon said, resting his forehead against his young friend’s.

“Namjoon,” Jimin’s voice whispered, hoarse from tears.

“You have a Kingdom to rule, Highness. A wife to take care of, and a family to protect. Go on. And if you bare a son, I’ve been told Namjoon is a strong name,” he smiled brightly. You nodded and then he was off. Weaving in between the guards attempting to hold off the assault.

“We need to go,” Jungkook urged, wrapping Jimin’s good arm around his neck and leading him down the hallway.

Your heart was racing as you thought of Namjoon. He was an incredible man, and you’d never forget his sacrifice here today. You’d ensure that everyone knew of his bravery, his courage...

And you’d also remember his quirky smiles, the way he would fumble over his words in the presence of Lisa, a handmaid in the Royal palace. You’d remember that he had a way with people, and how much he cared for so many people. How dedicated he was to you and Jimin. You would never forget him, and you would always treasure his memories.

Jimin hobbled along with Jungkook towards the stables, the sounds of the Forsaken outside the castle getting louder and louder. You felt the fear gripping your throat tight, making it harder to breathe. Jimin’s arm was still bleeding, and you feared for him.

If he kept bleeding like that, he wouldn’t make it through the night.

Jungkook brought you into the stables. He handed Jimin over to you and pulled his sword out of it’s sheath. You watched as he investigated the surrounding areas. The horses were slightly dazed, but overall they were doing fine. Jungkook let a couple of them out to provide a distraction, leaving one for his own use...

And one for Namjoon.

Finding the older carriage that was meant mainly for transportation of goods, you helped Jimin get in. He huffed and you saw how he was sweating and shaking. His hands were clammy and you felt your gut twist painfully.

“Now, you two stay in here while I hook up the horse. Lady Y/N, see if you can’t get the bleeding in his arm to subside. Please, hold on Highness,” Jungkook said before shutting the door and latching it.

Jimin coughed and you frantically turned to your husband, holding his face in your hands. “Jimin, please stay with me,” you whimpered.

“I don’t plan... on leaving you,” he gasped, head arching back in pain. You looked around to see if there was anything in the carriage that could absorb the blood he was letting. As well as something to act as a makeshift tourniquet.

You looked down at your night dress and quickly began tearing it into strips. Jimin watched as you bit into the delicate fabric and tore it apart for him. Even when he was in pain, he still found you so beautiful...

“This might hurt, but please bear with it,” you begged, wrapping the fabric of your dress around his arm and tying it tight. Jimin hissed and bit his lip to try and ease the shock. You continued until you were satisfied and there was much less red staining the bandages.

“I wasn’t expecting for you to be tearing your clothes off tonight, I was hoping that would be my job,” Jimin joked. You smiled with tears in your eyes.

“Another time, we have our whole lives,” you assured. Jimin coughed and you found his hand and interlocked your fingers.

“If I have to wait my whole life that would be indeed be a shame... But I’d do it for you, my dear,” Jimin whispered.

“Please, hold on Highness! Lady Y/N!” Jungkook’s voice shouted.

Soon the carriage moved and you were off, moving out of the stables and through the dark forest. The horses moved quickly, pulling the carriage along the bumpy path with purpose.

“You won’t have to wait your whole life,” you smiled, brushing jos damp bangs from his face.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wait another night to be with you like this,” Jimin stated, looking at your fingers. Stained with his blood and pale in the moonlight. “I was hoping that we could just be ourselves for a little while... I wouldn’t have to be the future King... You didn’t have to be the descendant with death looming over your head. We could just be Y/N and Jimin. Two people who wanted to be together, even if it was just for a night,” he rasped.

“We still are those people Jimin, but there are so many other aspects to ourselves than the ones you’ve listed. It’ll all be alright, but we have to rely on one another. Otherwise, we’re dead already,” you murmured.

Jimin nodded, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m tired, I’ve lost a lot of blood,” he acknowledged.

Fear gripped your stomach at the notion of him sleeping. “Y-You can’t fall asleep, you might not wake up,” you cried, holding his cheek in your palm. Jimin smiled and shook his head.

“I will wake up, because I know that you’ll be right there for me when I wake. I long to see that,” he promised.

“You better wake again, or I’ll never forgive myself,” you urged. Jimin nodded and rested his head once more in the crook of your neck.

Once his breathing began to even out, you felt your own eyes falling low.

All of the adrenaline from the past few hours had ran its course, leaving you feeling like a husk. Devoid of any emotion but the desire for sleep.

Slowly, you leaned against Jimin and felt yourself falling deep into the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.

* * *

You woke when the carriage halted suddenly. Bolting upright you turned and looked at Jimin in panic. He wasn’t grey like you worried you’d wake up to. He was pale, but not deathly so. It made your heart relax just a bit, but you weren’t out of the woods yet.

Jungkook knocked on your door and pulled it open. “Lady Y/N, please head inside,” he urged.

Not taking into account your state of undress you shook your head. “No, I promised I’d stay with him until he woke up,” you whimpered.

Jungkook sighed and bit his lips. “I’ll fetch Father Jin and Lord Taehyung, see if he’ll wake up!”

Jungkook was off, heading towards the palace. The guards came rushing over, already in line to gather your husband. You moved to wrap him up in your arms protectively, not wanting anyone to jostle him too much.

“My Lady, may we please help secure him to a pram?” one spoke up. You noticed a few guards coming your way with the medical item in hands.

“Please be careful of his arm, he’s been shot,” you whispered. You positioned yourself across the carriage and pulled Jimin forwards with his good arm. The guards adjusted and let him ease into their hold on his back.

Gently, they hoisted him into the air and onto the sling smoothly. One guard offered your their cloak to cover yourself with while another aided you in departing from the carriage. You reached out and grabbed Jimin’s hand, following the guards towards the palace.

When you got to the main doors they pulled open with an aged sound that made your heart pound in your ears. These were much like the doors the Forsaken had attempted to break down in order to get to you.

The entire village was decimated...

To get to you.

Jimin was shot in the arm...

That was intended to kill you...

You wanted to be sick, but there was nothing in your stomach to ease the nausea that plagued you.

“Lady Y/N! Highness!” Taehyung’s soothing voice came out from the corridors.

“Taehyung!” you cried as the older man embraced you. He held your face in his palms and brushed your hair back.

“I only received Namjoon’s bird an hour ago. The Forsaken truly took the Summer Castle?” Taehyung asked.

“They did, in the middle of the night... The village,” you whimpered.

“Do we know if there are any survivors? How large was the group that ambushed you?” Taehyung tried again.

“Taehyung, she knows nothing. We’ll have to wait for Namjoon if we want any useful information,” Hoseok’s cold voice came around the corner.

Your heart stopped at the mention of Namjoon...

“We won’t get word from Namjoon,” you whispered, tears falling from your face.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, rubbing your shoulder.

“He-He,” you swallowed thick. “In order for the Forsaken not to follow our carriage... He took another towards the Royal Palace. To lead them away from our carriage which Jungkook drove,” you answered.

“I see...” Taehyung whispered, rubbing his face.

“You selfish... Bitch,” Hoseok growled. Stalking towards you he gripped your throat hard enough to cut off air and shoved you against the brick wall. “This is all your fault! If you would just fucking end it, then all of those villagers would be alive! Half of my friends and family! My God damned brother! How can anyone be so selfish?!”

Taehyung grabbed Hoseok’s arms and attempted to pull him off you.

Your vision was blurring and you heard shouts from the otherside of the room. Suddenly, you were being dropped and you gasped air into your lungs greedily. You coughed and sputtered, trying to get your bearings on the floor.

“Hoseok that is your future Queen! This is treachery of the highest caliber!” Jungkook yelled.

“She isn’t even supposed to live to be our Queen! She’s supposed to die! Like all of the ones before her have! But here she stands, still alive. While hundreds of innocent lives are killed because of her!”

“Have you ever thought about her life!? The only thing she’s done was be born! What choice did she have in any of that!? She didn’t get a choice, Hoseok! So don’t act like she is choosing all of these deaths to happen. This is not her fault,” Jungkook yelled.

“But she’s choosing to live even after all the death and destruction that fall in her path. You are all so ignorant. The only reason she is alive now is because Jimin has taken a liking to her. If Jimin hadn’t said something on her behalf, she would be dead by this point,” the assassin sneered. “He just enjoys the company in his bed at night. A whore to fuck when he’s bored. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You winced on the floor and shook your head. “No... That’s not-true,” you rasped. Your throat ached and you knew it was going to bruise if it hadn’t started already.

“Oh, so he doesn’t enjoy your company? You’ve just latched on like a leech and haven’t let go have you?”

“Hoseok that is enough!” Taehyung demanded. “This is my palace, and you are my subordinate! Go to the barracks, Jungkook will deal out your punishment as he sees fit. As head of the Royal Guard I trust your judgement to be pure.”

Jungkook nodded and took Hoseok by the arm. But before they left Taehyung gripped Hoseok’s Jaw fiercely. “I swear to you, if I see you lay another hand on Lady Y/N, I will kill you myself. Just because you’re marriage was cut short, doesn’t mean everyone else’s has to be either,” Taehyung snarled.

Jungkook pulled a fuming Hoseok from the room and towards the barracks.

Taehyung kneeled besides you and helped you sit up against the wall. He tilted your head back and inspected the damage done. He hissed in disapproval and shook his head. “I’m so sorry that he did this to you... It’s not right, and I won’t stand for it.”

You shook your head. “He thinks what he’s doing is best for everyone. It doesn’t matter if one person doesn’t agree with him, or everyone agrees... He’ll still carry it out... He wants me dead, Taehyung,” you croaked.

“That doesn’t mean we’ll allow it. Please, don’t let his words infect your mind. You are a good person, and you deserve to have a life. Just because a witch cursed your bloodline doesn’t mean you have to fall victim to that destiny. Because we rule our lives, not somebody else,” Taehyung soothed.

A cough was heard in the hallway behind you. Taehyung turned to see Father Jin standing there with blood on his hands and robes. His face didn’t seem too panicked. “I finished removing and cleaning the Prince’s wound,” he announced.

You scrambled to your feet, leaning heavily on Taehyung but wanting to move forward. Jin gasped at your throat no doubt, moving forwards to assess the damage. You pushed away his hands, receiving a quirked brow. “How is he?” you asked.

Jin sighed and gave a weak smile. “He’ll be just fine. He lost a lot of blood, but if we feed him well and let him rest. He’ll be fine soon enough,” he assured.  

“Can I see him?” you begged. Jin shook his head with an incredulous laugh.

“You also need rest, my Lady,” he reminded.

“I won’t be able to do so unless I see him myself. Please, Father, I implore you,” you whimpered. Jin sighed and nodded his head.

“Please follow me,” he requested.

“I’ll have the maids prepare a bath and some fresh night clothes. Go see him, and I’ll fetch you later,” Taehyung informed.

“Thank you,” you said.

Jin took your arm and lead you towards the back section of the castle. The infirmary was up a few flights of stairs and with Jimin’s condition they didn’t want to jostle him too much. But the infirmary was more for soldiers that could still use their legs. The lower infirmary was smaller, but more accessible for the handicapped warriors.

Entering through a deep oak door you found Jimin lying in his bed, pale but breathing even.

Silent tears poured down your face as you crumpled to the floor next to him. Grabbing his good hand you brought it to your lips. “Thank the Gods you’re alright,” you whimpered.

The door behind you shut and you knew Jin had left you for some much needed privacy.

You throat ached already, but you couldn’t stop the sobs that came from your throat. You didn’t expect your night to go like this. You wanted to be wrapped in your husband’s embrace, body and mind together as you experienced one another bare.

Kissing his palm you brought his fist under your chin protectively. You wanted to keep him safe, and happy, away from all of this even if just for a night.

But even that wasn’t possible.

Because you couldn’t help who you were.

You were his undoing.

And he was yours...