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Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

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

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

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

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

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

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

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

Just himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

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

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

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

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

“So-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

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

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

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

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

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he so scared?

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

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

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

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

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was so hot...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

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

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

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

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

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

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

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

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

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

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

“Sire-”

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

“If we give them what they want then-”

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

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

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

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

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Out with it then,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The air was still.

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

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

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

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

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

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

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

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

“But-”

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

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

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything,” you agreed.

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

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

“Are you alright?” he asked.

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

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

“Does this hurt?”

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

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

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes... Thank you for-”

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

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

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

Your eyes held so much emotion...

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

Into Eternity Part V

Dont own the picture fam

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (not in this chapter srry), drama, action

Words: 6,236

Jimin and you hadn’t spoken in over a week.

Not by your wishes, you longed to talk to your husband about that night. The night filled with passion and affection you’d never known before. How you felt while his lips were against yours.

It wasn’t only that, you simply missed speaking with him in general. His presence once warm and inviting was now cold and shut off. It saddened you to think someone you were opening up to suddenly shut you out.

However every time you attempted to speak with him, a member of the inner circle of guards would stop you. Even though you were their future Queen.

They would ask you to follow them to the castle gardens, or to the training area to observe the sparring between guards. It was all mundane, and not fooling you either.

Today’s redirection came from Father Jin. The damned traitor...

He suggested coffee and cakes in the garden.

A needlepoint sat abandoned on the small table prepared for the two of you. Father Jin was immersed in his Holy words, and you were thinking of less than civil things.

Jimin’s hands running up your bare leg, caressing your skin with such care it made your heart ache. His petal soft lips that made you want to forever be connected with him.

But then there were the other things that simply made you smile. His laughter that sounded much like tinkling bells. You hadn’t heard it very often, but you knew it when it rebounded off the stone of the palace.

Then his tenderness with the people. How much they cared for and trusted him. He bonded with them so when he took the throne, everyone would be accepting of the change.

Everyone loved this man...

Including yourself.

Jin shut his Bible, making you jump in your seat. He chuckled before lifting his cup to his mouth. “You seemed deep in thought, what troubles you My Lady?”

“Nothing, Father-“

“You know it’s a sin to lie,” he remarked. His perfect eyebrow raised in judgement.

“Father I’m sure I don’t... oh, fine,” you huffed. Leaning back you let the wind blow on your face. Wanting nothing more than to rip the hair pins out of your locks. You settled for simply letting down your bun into a ponytail.

“What creates such heat within you?”

“He who is my husband,” you began. Jin cleared his throat.

“Well My Lady I am but a simple Priest I know not the inner workings. Hold, I know not the inner relations-“

“He spares me not a glance. I fear I’ve done something to upset him. When the Forsaken gave me that potion and he had to care for me, something happened,” you sighed.

“Well, My Lady I don’t know what I am to do about that,” Jin stated.

“Get him to look my way, Father! I am in horrible guilt thinking I’ve upset him!” You whimpered.

Please work...

Please work...

“Well, Lady Y/N, there is no reason to fret over this trivial matter-“

“You think my marriage trivial?”

Caught like a bug in a spider’s nest...

“No! Of course not Highness, it’s just I don’t want you to be upset over something easily remedied!”

“You mean you’ll help me with this problem, Father?”

“Well, um-“

“Oh thank you!” You gushed, crossing your hands over each other in a praying manner. Jin sighed in defeat and rubbed his forehead.

“I’ll tell him I have something crucial to discuss with him at dusk in the lower sitting room. I’m assuming you know the one?”

“To the color of the drapes,” you smiled.

“Go in my stead then. I have a feeling I’ll be ill tonight.”

“But Father, lying is a sin,” you smiled before standing up and heading towards the castle with glee.

Finally, you’d be able to tell him everything..

* * *

Later on you found yourself in one of the many rooms this palace had to offer. Seeing as how there were books, you were entertained.

A knock came to your door.

“Enter,” you allowed.

A timid woman peaked her head in the door.

“My Lady, Father Jin has requested your presence in the Lower sitting room,” she announced, head low.

“I will be there promptly, thank you,” you said. Closing you book, you finished off your drink and headed towards the door.

The walk was silent save for the sound of your heels clicking on the polished stone work underneath your feet.

You had so much to discuss with Jimin... So many questions unspoken that it seemed ridiculous. You wanted answers, nay you needed them...

“Ma’am,” your maid announced as she stood outside the entryway.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching for the handle.

Pushing the door open you felt yourself smile. He stood before the fireplace, glass of wine in his hand as he stared at the open flames. You turned to the maid. “Please, let no one disturb us,” you requested. She nodded quickly before shutting the door.

Jimin seemed entranced by the blaze before him, as your approach didn’t move him. He remained where he was, facing the heat of the fire.

“Good evening,” you said, walking up to him. You watched as his body tensed at the sound of your voice.

“What is it that requires you to play games for my attention?” Jimin sighed, almost as if he was disappointed.

“I wouldn’t have to play games if you would join me for breakfast once in a while,” you stated.

“Have I upset you?” He asked, setting his goblet down firmly.

“Funny I was to ask you the same.”

The crackling of the fire roared in your ears in comparison to the void his silence gave.

“Jimin, I want to speak of us,” you declared.

“What of us?” He said, eye focused back at the fire.

“After that night-“

“What I did that night was to save your sanity. We needn’t discuss it further,” Jimin cut you off short.

“But Jimin I felt-”

“I’ll be short with you because I have many duties to attend to. If you want my attendance at breakfast then simply ask for the maids to wake me at that time. You have plenty to do around this castle, I can’t understand why you must bother me. If you want me to dote on you and give you every moment of my attention then I am afraid to inform you that I am unable to provide you with such. Or, is it the consummation you came for? Would you like me to bed you, as a man would?”

He was drunk.

He approached rapidly and moved to capture your mouth. But it felt wrong. His kiss was painful, not passionate. His grip tight not a caress. You pushed at his chest and ripped away from him, eyes gleaming with tears.

“What’s the matter with you?! What did I do, honestly?! Have I committed some heinous crime so now you don’t wish to speak with me? Whatever I did I apologize! I’m so sorry, Jimin... but I can’t do this without you... don’t leave me alone again,” you cried. Your knees went weak and you crumpled to the floor.

The man before you stared at your emotional state and rubbed his face. His eyes were red... had he been crying? “Leave me.” He whispered.

“But, Jimin,” you pleaded.

“I SAID LEAVE!” He bellowed. You scrambled to your feet and hurried to exit the room. Your trembling legs carried you to the corridor before entering the barracks.

You began to sob, body wracked with the realization you were alone. All of the love you’d received was a lie. Nothing for you to keep and to cherish. No, it was a bone waved in front of a starving dog. Only to be snatched away and hidden from sight once more.

Your chest ached as you hiccuped and cried. You ripped at your corset, digging into your flesh to rid yourself of the suffocating fabric.

“My Lady! My Lady, stop!” A familiar voice rang through the hallway.

Taehyung kneeled before you and took your head in his hands. You tried to pry away his touch but it was no use.

Taehyung thought he heard something up here, but he didn’t expect it to be you. He thought some animal was injured and was wailing for help. Not his future Queen. He examined your throat and chest with care before patting your head gently.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He questioned.

“I’m so alone,” you whimpered.

His heart shattered at your broken tone. Did Jimin do this to you? Had one of the nobles in the palace upset you? Taehyung filled with fury, before letting it fizzle. You needed to be taken care of first.

“Come here,” he said, adjusting your position so he could pick you up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your voice was scratchy from crying and weak from screaming.

Taehyung adjusted you in his grip before taking you towards your room. Finding one of his nurses he requested a soothing snack be made for you immediately.

When you were settled in your bed, a pair of older nurses coddling you, Taehyung took his leave.

The Prince was in for a wake up call.

* * *

It has been rough in the palace for you. You are frightened you’ll stumble across Jimin around a corner and face his wrath again.

You were terrified of the man you saw that night. He was nothing like the one who took you to bed and pleasured you. Filling your heart with such sweet butterflies.

It was rainy, the weather changing from the warmth of summer to the chill of autumn.

You were in your room, gazing down at the fields once more. The once flowering grass now say a brilliant shade of gold in the sun.

Much like your husbands hair...

Longing for his touch and his mouth you found you hand wandering towards your womanhood. Biting your lip you made your way to your bed.

You fell into the comfortable sheets imagining the scenario. You dreamed of him coming to you in the night, hushing you with a small giggle.

*“No one should know I’m here my love,” he'd laugh. Bringing you into his arms he’d kiss your face with adoration.

*“Enough of that, kiss me properly,” you’d demand. Jimin would comply and mold his mouth to yours with eager intentions.

*”I’ve missed you my darling,” he’d moan against your mouth. Taking your skirts and pulling them up over the soft flesh of your thighs. Placing your cool palm over your heated center you flushed.

“Ah, Jimin,” you sighed into the air.

You fingers worked deftly against yourself, careening into the sheets like a cat in heat. The sensations you made were nothing compared to those Jimin pulled from you, but it was enough to leave you sweating and panting on your bed.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” You whined into the bedding. You thought of him, mouth against your core looking like an angel but doing nothing but sinful activities.

His fingers moving inside of you with such grace it made your core throb. Gently you pushed your own finger inside yourself, feeling your tightness as just one finger.

So close, so close...

Your toes clenched as you cried out in release. Your wrist ached with strain, but you let the momentary bliss flood you. It was enough to distract you.

For now...

Jimin heard you crying as you began your self pleasure. He’d come fearing something had happened to you, when he found your door partially open he bit his lip and peered in.

There you lay on your bed. Corset pulled down to release your chest, breasts jolting with your frantic movements. Jimin's mouth felt dry as he drank in the sight of you.

He remembers how you felt like velvet against his lips, and the taste of you bitter sweet on his tongue. He could feel the stirrings of arousal building in his stomach.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” you cried for your husband. Him. His touch, no one else’s. His heart ached with the want to take you then and there. But he knew he mustn’t.

You had a purpose, to be loved only to be lost... Jimin could feel the displeasure sweeping up his body into his mind. However, his lower groin felt differently.

Jimin’s throat constricted at the sight of you, pushing your finger inside of yourself so slowly. He remembers your tightness wrapped around his fingers. Gods above, it was like heaven.

Jimin could feel his hardness in his pants growing unpleasant. He had to meet with one of his consorts, and soon.

With one final glance as you cried out your orgasm, Jimin hurried away from the door. He had to get you out of his mind.

/

“Ah~ your highness!” Hyunjae whimpered. Jimin pounded furiously into the younger male as his breath hit his neck.

“Silence.” Jimin demanded, pushing his head into the mattress. Hyunjae squeaked before obeying, letting the older male use him as he pleased.

Jimin could feel his partner clenching around him, but it wasn’t the same... you felt *better. And it infuriated him.

Picking up his pace he felt Hyunjae tap his hand for air. Jimin obliged and listened, releasing his impressive hold on the younger man.

“Oh! You feel so good in me sire, please can I touch myself, please!” He begged.

“I care not,” Jimin allowed. He was too focused trying to chase his high. Every time he was close Hyunjae would open his damn mouth.

“Ah-Ah! I’m going to cum, Highness please don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Jimin was practically spearing the poor man in half, yet there was no real pleasure. It felt good, but he knew you would feel better. He was so frustrated. He just wanted to forget, not worry about you... The pleasures of sin always wrapped around him and consumed his very being. However, now... Now he was merely reminded that you would take him better.

Your lips would feel more plush, pussy wetter.

“Cumming!” Hyunjae cried and shook as he released all over the sheets. Jimin tried desperately to follow, but to no avail... he simply went flaccid after a few minutes.

Jimin pulled out and watched as his consort collapsed on the bed. He sighed and pushed back his sweaty hair.

Even sex wouldn’t be enough.

“Sire, you didn’t finish?” Hyunjae asked.

“No, don’t trouble yourself over it. I’m simply thinking too much.”

“Who is it?” Hyunjae asked. Jimin’s eyebrows flew up.

“What do you mean?” Hyunjae smiled knowingly.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly. Jimin hesitated, but he wanted the sweetness of release so badly.

Closing his eyes Jimin felt Hyunjae come closer. “I won’t speak, but whomever has taken your mind, picture them now.”

Jimin hissed as Hyunjae licked his cock slowly. Your bright eyes came to mind immediately. Your beautiful, soft lips.

He could see you, on your knees before him with such hesitance, but he’d be patient with you. Staring into your eyes he’d smile and reassure you. It would all be fine, he’d love what you did no matter what. Because it would be you doing it.

Warmth enveloped his cock as he pictured the scene more. You’d taken his dick in your mouth and began swallowing to please him. Delicate wrists moving leisurely to pull more and more pleasure to the surface.

God your mouth was so hot. Jimin whimpered as Hyunjae smirked and cupped his balls knowingly.

“Ah! Y/N! Don’t tease me, please,” he cried. Hyunjae raised an eyebrow.

His wife is whom he was wanting to bed?

Hyunjae simply shook his head and continued. His Prince was close, he could tell.

Jimin’s abs clenched as he felt his release approaching quickly. “Ah! Y/N, gonna cum,” he gasped. He screwed his eyes tightly and felt all the tension snap.

His cum came pouring into Hyunjae’s throat as he tried to swallow it all. It surprised the young man how much his Prince produced.

His wife was truly lucky.

Once Jimin’s breathing leveled out, he cracked his eyes open. Hyunjae was across the room already pulling his shirt over his head. Jimin bit his lip and went to speak, but Hyunjae just smiled.

“I won’t say anything Highness. Sleep well tonight,” he waved before leaving. Jimin felt exhausted, but he knew there was much to do.

Your date was getting closer.

* * *

“My Lord I really don’t like this idea,” you sighed as Taehyung animatedly explained the plan to everyone.

He managed to rope all of the others into this scheme, even Father Jin.

“What is wrong with it? Please, elaborate!”

“Why do I have to stand on the roof??” You squealed. The thought of being up that high made your stomach drop.

“Because, if you’re on the roof of the palace Jimin will have to speak to you. Pulling you from the ledge he’ll reveal everything! And Jungkook will be waiting down below with Namjoon with the blanket in case you fall,” Taehyung shrugged.

“She’ll tear right through it, idiot,” Yoongi declared.

“Well, maybe just the fourth level then?”

“Maybe we don’t execute this plan,” you suggested.

“Listen, Jimin told us to keep you away from him for a reason. But he didn’t tell any of us either. We don’t agree with how he’s treating you, so we’re going to aid you,” Taehyung explained.

You sighed. You really did want to know why Jimin wasn’t speaking with you. Why he was drunk that night. If he truly cared for you.

“I relent, please tell me again,” you acquiesced.

Taehyung grinned before starting once more. “We have a walk scheduled with you and the guard at half past mid-day. Jimin has a meeting with a leader of a smaller town to the South about trading approximately the same time. So, once you are in view of the council room, you’ll take this,” He hands you a similar dart to the one that caused your spell about two weeks ago. “And place it as if you’ve been pricked once more. Father Jin will take the dart and start examining it. Then, you will get all flustered and collapse. I will see this from the council room and make a scene to worry our Prince. Father Jin will demand that the guards get him medical supplies immediately. Once they leave, he will give you this.”

Taehyung produced a dark purple via that made your heart pound. Jin took it carefully.

“What is it?” You questioned.

“A heavy sedative, it slows the heart and the breathing to simulate death. Soldiers use it to avoid being killed. It is safe, I promise you,” Taehyung vowed. You bit your lip, but nodded regardless.

“Next, we get you into the medical bay where Father Jin will be the only one allowed to give you aid. The rest of us will be present as well. My Lady, this is where we need you to act! Once in the medical bay, Father Jin will give you enough of the antidote to stir you awake. It will be difficult, but say you’re cold. Say you’re sorry for upsetting him. Jimin isn’t a bad person, we just have to crack his mask and make him speak,” Taehyung said.

“This seems better than standing on the roof,” you scoffed.

“That’s plan B.”

* * *

Today was Jimin’s meeting with the Council Member from the village. You were preparing for your walk with Father Jin. Dressing yourself in a deep green dress and letting your hair down you smiled. You enjoyed letting your hair down.

A knock sounded from the door.

“Enter,” you said. Father Jin came through the door and gave you a smile.

“Ready?”

You clutched the dart tightly in your hand.

“Absolutely.”

* * *

Taehyung watched as Jimin worked, waiting for you and Jin to come into sight.

Namjoon and Jungkook were also with Taehyung in Jimin’s meeting. He thought it would make sense to have Yoongi standing outside in the training area with his archers running drill. This way there was a first response once the guards scattered.

You walked silently with your arm with Jin’s. He kept you steady as your felt your heart racing.

The day was pleasantly chill, letting you wear your dense dress without discomfort. The deep green of the fabric reminded you of the forests near your house as a child. You smiled at the memory.

Jin tapped your wrist three times. Signaling, you were good to go

Taehyung fazed down from the window and saw you and father Jin walking with the guard.

“So what issues are you worried about?” Jimin addressed formally.

Taehyung smiled. His friend was about to get a surprise.

* * *

You waited until you could see Jimin’s face in the window before wincing and placing the dart on your neck. “Ouch,” you stopped. The guards in front of you stopped as well and turned to you.

“My Lady what’s wrong?” Jin asked, calm. You pulled the dart away from your neck and stared at the object in your hand.

“No Father, not again,” you breathed. Jin quickly took the dart and began examining it closely. You started to fan yourself and eventually you gripped onto Jin’s arm.

“My Lady, are you alright?” Jin asked. You shook your head. Jin turned to the guardsmen. “Quick, find me medical supplies, and hurry,” he demanded.

The guards scrambled and headed towards the castle. Yoongi watched and headed your direction as well.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, coming closer.

“Our Lady simply doesn’t-Oh!”

You fully committed and tipped backwards, falling into the grass. Jin and Yoongi rushed over.

“Quick, you have to drink,” Jin said. You swallowed quickly and winced at the bitter flavor. But soon your tongue was going numb and head swimming.

* * *

Taehyung watched with rapt attention. You were hanging onto Father Jin rather tightly. Taehyung beckoned Jungkook over to the window.

“When she collapses, rush out of the room. Namjoon will follow.”

“Taehyung, what’s the matter?” Jimin asked from his seat at the table.

“Your wife, sire. She appears to be feeling ill,” Taehyung noted, sounding confused.

“What do you mean? Pardon me for a moment,” he addressed the Council Member. Coming to Taehyung’s side they saw Yoongi approach and then you completely fall backwards. Your hair splaying across the ground like art. Taehyung had to hold his tongue to save face, you really did go for it.

Jungkook bolted from the room, Namjoon following shortly after him. Jimin was pale, watching as everyone scrambled below.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelped. He halfway turned to the Council Member. “I’m sorry, but I must see if she’s alright,” he stated before moving quickly out the door. Taehyung followed him with haste. “Shit,” Jimin cussed. “I hope those two left to search the perimeter.”

“I’m certain they’re acting on their instincts.”

Jimin rounded the corner and burst through the doors to the training grounds. Yoongi’s archers stood with solemn expressions.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled. You heard his voice, but couldn’t move. You even felt your heart beat slowing.

“Father, what can we do?” Yoongi said, attempting to sound distressed.

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t seen this type of poison before,” Jin whispered.

“My Lady!” Taehyung's voice was close. Footsteps began to get louder and louder as Jimin and Taehyung closed in.

Jimin’s heart was pounding. How could this happen? Again? You didn’t deserve your fate. He wished you were different, that he could save you from these damn cruelties.

You felt warm palms on your face. Jimin...

Taehyung watched as Jimin fell down beside you, taking your face in his hands.

Your were pale, the normal rose of your lips gone. Your skin was clammy and cool. You were dying.

“Oh God, Y/N,” Jimin whimpered. He wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t know you well enough. There was still time... wasn’t there?

“Your highness we need to move her to the infirmary,” Father Jin urged. You heard more footsteps. The guards were coming back with the medical supplies. A pram lay in their possession.

Namjoon and Jungkook came now, you heard their shouts.

“Is she well?”

“The grounds are clear!”

“Y/N please wake up!” Jimin's voice cracked. His chest hurt and he was too overwhelmed.

“Namjoon, Jungkook, help me lift her onto the pram,” Father Jin requested. Jimin’s hands disappeared and you felt other hands on your body.

“On my count,” Namjoon said. “One, two, three!” You felt yourself be lifted into the air and placed back down gently.

“Quickly, we don’t have time to waste.”

Soon you felt the ground lift away as you were rushed to the palace. You heard Jimin’s sniffles next to you. He was following.

/

Jimin was pacing outside of the door. Taehyung watched as he furiously chewed on his lip. A bad habit he picked up from you. It was because he was always looking at your lips.

“Highness, Father Jin will ensure she’s alright. He just needs to do a full body examination first,” Taehyung soothed.

“I’m her husband, I should be allowed in there,” he complained. Taehyung concealed his grin.

“Patience my Prince, she is is good hands.”

Jimin couldn’t calm down. If you died before he... before he could apologize. Before he could tell you he wanted to make your marriage work, even with the limited time you had. How could he live with himself?

How could he live with himself knowing what was still to come?

The door cracked open and Father Jin’s saddened face appeared. Jimin flew to the door. “How is she? Is she alright?” He asked. Father Jin placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“I doubt she will make it through the night Highness,” he declared.

He simply couldn’t believe it. He knew the day would come where he’d have to be the reason for your demise... but here? Now? When he hadn’t gotten to tell you how beautiful you were in the morning light. How sweet your smile was... Jimin’s knees gave out as he fell to the floor.

He let this happen to you. It should have been him to do it. At least he would’ve made it painless. So fast you wouldn’t know what happened. He wanted to show you kindness and love so that when you did die, it wouldn’t be alone.

Yet he’d been so cold to you. He’d forced himself on you while inebriated and scared you. He was despicable.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “You should go see her.”

Jimin nodded as he stood. Father Jin invited Taehyung in as Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook all rounded the corner.

Before they could speak Jimin rushed past Father Jin and was at your side. Guilt boiled in his heart as he looked at your weak frame. God above, you must be in so much pain. Your hair plastered to your forehead in sweat.

“Darling? It’s me, Y/N? Can you hear me?” He whispered. Everyone else filed in slowly, shutting the door.

Your could hear him, and Jin has given you a small amount of antidote. So you could move your fingers a little. Jimin kissed your hand and looked at you, waiting.

“Y/N, please wake up,” he begged.

Even Taehyung felt bad at this point. The Prince was devastated.

You managed the Herculean task of opening your eyes to peer at him. His eyes were red and sparkling with fresh tears. Jimin’s skin was slightly pale and his fingers were shaky in your own.

“Jimin?” You croaked out slowly.

“Y/N! I’m here,” he cooed, patting your damp hairline with his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No, no I’m the one who is sorry. I-I’ve been a deplorable husband and I hope you can forgive me. I want to be better... for you I want to be better,” he ached.

“Why didn’t you talk to me after? You just left after we-“

Jimin shushed you, placing a kiss on your head. “I was too embarrassed to stay. You were a vision and I, well I was quite nervous,” he teased. You chuckled but the dryness in your throat caught, making you cough.

Father Jin approached with some water for you.

“See if this helps my dear,” he said. Jimin took the cup and helped you drink slowly.

“Jimin,” you started.

“Yes?”

“Do you care for me?” You asked, feeling your eyes drooping.

“Absolutely. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I do,” he stated firm.

“Then why don’t you get close to me? We’re married, you have to live with me... for the rest of our lives...” you heaved.

Jimin felt his heart clench. As you lay dying, you should know... you deserved to know.

“I’ll tell you the story... a very long time ago, one of my ancestors fell for a woman who practiced magic. She was a witch, but he cared not. He loved her anyways. Then, an ancestor of yours came along and found love with the Prince. She cared deeply for him, and he returned her love. So they were married. The witch was furious when she discovered her lover was taken from her... so she slaughtered villages and continued until she made it to our Kingdom.

My ancestor pleaded with the witch to spare his people. She agreed under one circumstance. That he kill his bride. He told her it was to high a price, but your ancestor said to do it. If he loved her, that was all she needed. So, my ancestor told his bride he loved her before killing her. The witch was appeased until a few decades later a descendant of that very woman appeared. See your ancestor had several sisters. So, to appease the bloodthirsty witch, every other decade a Prince would take her descendant as his bride... and before their fifth month of marriage, he kills her. This is how we keep the witch at bay.. she controls the forsaken. The reason they’ve been attacking us, and you is because they’re telling me I need to... I need to uphold my end of the bargain,” Jimin sighed.

The room was silent.

“That’s archaic! You can’t possibly think to kill her!” Taehyung barked.

“Then what shall I do, Taehyung? Let her butcher my people? Kill all of those who seek my protection? For one person?”

“Not just a person, your wife!” Taehyung accused.

“Tae,” Namjoon warned.

“There has to be another way,” Jungkook whispered.

“Surely, Majesty I implore upon your judgement,” Father Jin pleaded.

“Please heed my words: if there was another way, I would find it,” Jimin breathed.

“Then why don’t we?” Yoongi suggests.

“Has anyone ever tried to kill this witch?” Tae asked.

“They never get close enough to try,” Jimin sighed. Jungkook spoke next.

“We don’t have a choice, I won’t let you kill her,” Jungkook declared. “I made an oath to the royal family. Not just you, Hyung. If she dies, then I will have failed my oath. That is punishable by death,” Jungkook stated.

Namjoon approached also. “If Lady Y/N dies, then I will have failed as Head of the Royal Guard. That failure is also punishable by death,” he declared.

Father Jin nudged Yoongi. “Didn’t you take that oath?” He reminded.

Yoongi sighed and shrugged. “I guess you should kill me too, as Head of the Royal Archers,” he said.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jimin. “I’m sure Hoseok wouldn’t be pleased if your bride dies before he could meet her.”

Jimin smiled brightly at all his friends. They could do it, surely. Jimin almost didn’t notice how your hand fell from his, hitting the bed with a soft thud. He turned quickly, looking at you panic stricken. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked, reaching for your hand. It was chilled to the touch, and his heart sank.

“Father, perhaps there’s something you can do for her?” Taehyung presses, elbowing Father Jin in the ribs.

“Oof, ouch,” he whined. Taehyung widened his eyes to express his meaning. Father Jin caught on. “Oh, yes... I have no idea if this will work. But it’s worth a shot.”

Jin came forward with the antidote. Jimin’s eyes were fresh with tears as Jin presses the vial to your mouth.

Carefully he poured the liquid in, massaging your throat until you swallowed. The effects were slow, externally it appeared it wasn’t working.

“No, no, no Y/N! My darling, please,” Jimin cried. You wanted to comfort him, but the antidote was slow.

“Come, lets leave them,” Father Jin suggested. Taehyung nodded and collected the other men. The door shut and told you, you were alone.

Jimin’s cries made your heart ache. Why did Taehyung think this was a good idea? You felt your toes curl and then you could feel your foot. Slowly, but surely the thick veil of death peeled back.

Soft kisses were placed on your hand as Jimin began to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I have been a terrible person to you. You reveal intimate parts of your body and heart to me, and I ran away because I was too frightened to accept the change in myself. I had only ever lied with men before you,” he confessed.

Confusion struck through your body.

Jimin? Laying with a man?

The thought didn’t repulse you, merely fascinated you. Even though he lied with men, he was here with you. Did that mean he cared for you?

“But when we began to talk, to know one another. You were a breath of fresh air. You were so different from anything I was used to. You were so quiet and soft, but endearing and such an intelligent woman. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you, not like you deserved... I-I dreamed of a child... that night I kissed you I was drunk. But when I fell asleep I saw a child, beautiful and healthy. Our child,” Jimin whispered.

You began to feel the tops of your thighs and your pelvic region. You felt soft pressure on your stomach.

“I wish I could’ve made a child with you. You’d be so beautiful, bearing our babe in your womb. They’d be so perfect. I’ve been such a fool, forgive me,” he whimpered against your stomach. You could feel his arms tightening around your hips, his face buried into your dress.

The tips of your fingers twitched and you wanted to reach out for his head. Just to tell him.

*I’m here... I care for you. I’m right beside you, always.

Your fingers finally moved enough to where you could inch them across the bed. Jimin still remained on your stomach, crying as he mourned you.

Your hand finally made contact with his soft hair. You could feel this silly strands beneath your fingertips.

Abruptly, Jimin snatched your wrist. You felt him trembling. Slow and measured breaths began to move into your lungs.

“Y/N?” He whispered.

Softly, you opened your eyes. It’s was blurry, but Jimin’s outline was there. Right at your side.

“J-Ji-min,” You rasped, coughing on his name.

“Oh God, Y/N,” he sobbed.

Scooping your face into his hands he kissed you gently. You were too tired to kiss back properly, but you smiled lethargic.

“Jimin,” you whispered, taking his face in your palms carefully.

“I thought I lost you, I-I don't know how my ancestors could cope... I never want to feel like that again,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry... to frighten you...” you said, unable to really speak as Jimin kissed your face.

“I’ve never been so scared. When I saw you collapse, I-My heart froze over like the winter frosts.”

“I’m cold,” you muttered, the antidote leaving your body ravaged and sore.

“I’ll bring you to bed my darling,” he said, moving to stand. You nodded and waited for Jimin’s arms to envelope you.

“I want to sleep with you,” You whined. Jimin coughed.

“You’ve been through a great deal today, we’ll have plenty of time for, uh, consummation another day,” Jimin stated.

You shook your head as Jimin brought you into his embrace. “Just want... close...”

He bit his lip, looking down at your frame in his hold. How would he be able to deny you anything you wanted when you looked like this? “I yield to you my darling. But we are only sleeping,” he clarified. You nodded, resting your head in his neck.

“That’s all... I want,” you murmured. Wrapping your arms around his neck Jimin adjusted his grip before heading out of the door.

* * *

The boys all stood at the other end of the hallways peering at the infirmary door when it opened. Jungkook watched as Jimin’s smile remained endearing at your sleeping form.

“He’s so taken with her,” Father Jin sighed blissfully.

“Never thought someone could break down his walls like that. She’s something else entirely,” Namjoon smiled.

“Humorous that I can say our prince is pussy whipped,” Taehyung thought.

A sharp smack resounded throughout the Hall.

“Ouch! The fuck?” Taehyung yelped. Jungkook rubbed his forehead.

“Don’t speak of your future rulers in such a vulgar tone!” Jin reprimanded.

“I wasn’t-”

“Taehyung, what trouble have you caused now?”

The group stopped their bickering and looked forward in astonishment and horror.

Hoseok, Royal Messenger and assassin stood before them, looking as if he was about the parish in the hallway.

“Hoseok!” Namjoon yelled, rushing over to his brother. Father Jin ushered them all towards the infirmary.

Once Hoseok was situated in the bed and Father Jin and Jungkook has set to work on his wounds, Namjoon asked the question heavy in the air.

“What happened to put you in this state?”

“The witch,” Hoseok coughed. “She’s getting angry, the bride of the Prince... she has to perish soon, or the village to the south will be in ruins.”

“Y-Y/N?”

As Jimin lay in bed with you, arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he could help himself from staring out the window. His eyes caught the slightest movement at the edge of the forest...

A bright orange light that faded as he slipped into sleep.

The light of a torch...

Into Eternity - Part IX

Oh shit, hi there.

So, this has been written for months I just suck. And it’s not edited to forgive typos and shizz. Love you guys though, so please enjoy!

As per usual I don’t own this picture.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Prince!AU, Romance, Action.

Warnings: Just some angst, maybe some light adult themes. Nothing too crazy. 

The days leading up to your departure was difficult to say the least. Jimin was still Prince, so he still had duties to attend to. It seemed as though the world wanted you to wait for him, long into the night... only to fall asleep and wake for him to be gone once more.

Sitting in your parlor of Taehyung’s castle, you glared at Jimin and a Princess of a neighboring Kingdom. They were taking tea in the garden, discussing possible trade routes for the upcoming winter.

The days were chilling and crops now becoming scarce. She came from a Tropical climate, boasting a luxurious tan and beautiful brown locks.

You knew you were jealous. It wasn’t a proud feeling, but you knew it set deep within your own insecurities. You didn’t feel worthy of Jimin... you knew there were plenty of other Princesses that looked like dolls...

Even though you were chosen for the Prince because of your beauty... you couldn’t help feel inept in the whole scheme of things.

Looking down at your waist you frowned. She was surely thinner than you... going over to the mirror your quickly pulled your dress off, throwing it on the floor and heaving in some deep breaths.

“Highness?” Your handmaiden, Sissel, came forward.

“Sissel, will you help me put my corset on?” You asked.

She frowned. “Highness, his Majesty said we were to purge all of them from your wardrobe... he even selected new dresses for-“

“I don’t want new ones!” You cried. “I-I want to look beautiful in the ones from the Palace... I want to look like a Princess worthy of her Prince.”

You felt hot, wet tears falling down your face. Sissel hurried forward and petted your head. “Highness your very beautiful! Beautiful hair, a gorgeous smile, bright eyes. All things women would kill to have! The Prince cares for you deeply, none of us have seen him so taken in all his life!”

Nights before you had spoken such words of love to one another... but still your fear of losing him won out.

“My dear are you to start bleeding soon?” Sissel asked.

You thought for a few moments and nodded slow. “I am to begin during the week. I haven’t yet...”

“These are merely feelings from your moon cycle. It is alright,” she soothed.

“I want to see him,” You hiccuped.

Sissel frowned and looked out your window. She saw the Princess of Laureliea sitting across from the Prince. She was obviously trying to make herself appealing. Possibly to become a Mistress of his. It would make sense. If she was to secure a place in his court, then no doubt Laureliea would become prosperous.

However, the Prince wasn’t looking for Mistresses. All she was doing was upsetting his wife. You have power over her, Sissel knew this. Jimin will do anything you ask within reason, so perhaps you merely needed to start asking for things.

“Highness, please tell me if I am being too bold... but, perhaps you could request some of his Majesty’s time today? After tea, he is supposed to train with Jungkook... but I’m sure Jungkook would let him visit with you instead?”

You looked up and bit your lip. “Do you think Jimin would agree?” You asked.

“Highness, His Majesty would do anything to spend time with you.”

You nodded and looked at your dress on the floor. “May I change into the pink dress for the rest of the day?” You asked.

“Absolutely Highness!”

* * *

Jimin was utterly bored. The Princess of Laureliea was too forward and much too pushy for his liking. Her Mother was much better at trade deals then herself.

“So, your Majesty...” she trailed off, setting her tea down and smiling. She looked like a snake, it was unsettling.

“Yes, Princess,” Jimin acknowledged.

“Please, call me Alice,” she encouraged. Jimin tried not to scowl but nodded.

“Alice,” he agreed.

“I love the way you say that, so regal and refined... I am here to ask you not only of trading opportunities, but another as well,” she stated.

“What might that be?” He asked.

“Word of your Wife’s ailments have reached my kingdom. My nursemaids all say she is sickly, and that she needs time to heal. I’ve brought some of our herbs to help aid in her healing,” she said before setting a delicate gold box down on the table.

“Thank you for your kind thoughts. However, my wife is one of the strongest women I know. She may be more prone to ailments, but that doesn’t stop her from being an independent woman.”

“How do you think she'll fair during labor?” She asked, picking up her tea once more.

“I beg your pardon?” Jimin scoffed. “How is that any of your concern?”

“Your Majesty, the future of your Kingdom will affect all of ours. Myself and several other princesses would gladly produce an heir for your kingdom in order to save our Queen,” she stated.

“And secure yourselves as well as your kingdom thousands of riches beyond measure. This is where you have underestimated my wife once more. Tell me Princess, once the Child is born will you leave them here with me? Or would you like to see them and have say in their raising?” Jimin asked.

“I would leave it here with you, Majesty. The nurses and nannies will raise them. And the Queen can surely dole out the duties of a mother in my stead,” she reasoned.

“My wife would disagree with you,” jimin said darkly. The Princess shifted in her seat. “My wife and I have spoken of children fondly. She wants to be there for our children. To raise them herself, not leaving it to nurses and nannies to handle them. She wants to be their mother, not their Queen. That is why she will be the only mother of my children. Thank you for meeting with me today, the tea was lovely. The guards will escort you back to you carriage My Lady. Safe travels.”

Jimin stood from the table and headed towards the barracks. Training with Jungkook would help him blow off all this pent up frustration and anger.

* * *

You sat out in the training yard, a shawl wrapped around you to protect you from the chill. Sissel has insisted you wait here for Jimin, seeing you would bring him great joy.

Stalking around the courtyard Jimin gripped his sword until he saw you...

Sitting in the cold with a mere shawl wrapped around your form. Worry ate up his throat. “Y/N, darling what are you doing out in the cold?” He asked, rushing over to place his jacket over your shoulders. “The Frost is coming and I don’t want you to catch your death out here in the training yard in nothing but a measly shawl-”

“Jimin, I am to leave in the morning,” you whispered. Jimin stopped his fussing for a moment to assess the time. Did he truly let a week pass? When had it happened?

He stared at you, astounded. “My love-I,” he couldn’t finish his statement.

“I’m not angry. But I do want to spend time with you. I refuse to leave without you knowing how much I care for you,” you breathed, standing up and wrapping your arms around him in a solid embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’ve spent so much time assuring that you’ll be well cared for during your absence that... that I neglected the one whom I wanted to stay more than anything,” he stated. He took your face in his hands. Marveling your soft skin and beautiful eyes.

Wrapping your hands around his wrists. “I know. But let’s not waste what little time we have left...” you breathed.

Jimin nodded and eagerly brought you to his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back with urgency.

You needed to remember this... how he felt pressed against you. How he felt touching your neck and cheek. How his lips caressed your own with such adoration. It was intoxicating to have him so close. Mouth moving against yours with reckless abandon.

“You’re making this difficult,” Jimin huffed, moving his hands to your hips. You moved to kiss him again, when he kept you still with his grip.

“What?” You asked, breathless.

“Keeping you pure,” he growled. You felt liquid heat flood your body. Biting your lip you wrapped him in your arms.

“Jimin, I want nothing more than to give your everything I am... but now is not the time for us... until the witch who wants my death is purged... we can’t be safe,” you whispered.

“I know, but that doesn’t quell my desire for you,” he chuckled. “But, my love... your departure tomorrow fills me with sadness.”

His eyes gleamed with sorrow as he looked at you before him. Your cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t imagine letting you go so easily. His heart clenched at the thought of you leaving him. Jimin had never felt such anxiety before. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long while. No doubt a few months. Your sweet smile, and bell like laughter. Soft skin and warm embrace.

“It hurts me too, Jimin. I know your sadness,” you whispered. “But tomorrow isn’t here yet, so let us spend the time together.”

Jimin nodded and wrapped you up in his arms once more. “Let me make you dinner, no help from the Palace chefs, just my hands,” he asked.

“Where did you learn to cook?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

“I liked to watch our butlers prepare the meals as a child. It always fascinated me how they made the food so beautiful and full of flavor at the same time. There was one dish I always begged for them to make me, even if it did make my cheeks fuller than I’d care to admit,” he flushed pink.

“I like your cheeks full,” you smiled, tugging on one for emphasis.

“Hush,” he laughed. “But, will you do me the honour of joining me for a meal tonight?” he asked.

“And miss the opportunity to sample his Highness’s cuisine? It’d be shameful to deny such a wholesome request,” you teased.

“Indeed,” he smiled. “Meet me in the back garden, under the pavilion at sunset. I wish to surprise you my love.”

“You dote on me too much,” you huffed. “But, I’ll be there.”

“No corseted dresses. No painful hair styles. Just bring yourself, this is not a formal affair,” he pleaded.

“As you request,” you nodded.

Moving to head back inside the palace Jimin pulled you into a kiss once more. You let him maneuver his mouth against yours, leaving your toes tingly and lips swollen. “I can’t wait to see you again. Don’t be late,” he whispered.

“Not by a moment,” you assured.

* * *

Picking out a dress for the evening was stressful. You desired to obey Jimin’s request, but you also longed to look beautiful for him. It would be the last night you spent together for a long while and you wanted him to remember it. Sissel walked in holding a box in her hands.

“Your Highness, this dress was selected by Lord Taehyung. He is suggesting you wear it tonight,” she announced. You raised a brow.

“How does Lord Taehyung know of my meeting with my husband tonight?” you questioned. Sissel blushed and set the box on the bed.

“Lord Taehyung is helping his Majesty with the meal preparations. Seeing as how he almost set the grain stash on fire while warm the stove. He refused help from the staff, but Lord Taehyung was a little more insistent.”

You shook your head and laughed. Of course he would. He claimed to be good in the kitchen, but you knew that he would be slightly clumsy no matter what. Jimin always had an air of grace to his person, but his actions sometimes faltered in his haste.  

“I’m glad Lord Taehyung is aiding him. It won’t make it any less special, just more edible perhaps,” you laughed.

Sissel joined you, giggling. She then moved to open the box. You were met with soft white fabric that spilled over the edges beautifully. The sleeves were puffed, but pulled back in at the wrist. Delicate lace covered the bodice and a wide silk sash went around the waist line. You were speechless.

And most importantly, there was no corset to be seen.

“Highness, it’s beautiful. You’ll be a vision,” she gushed, almost squealing with excitement. You smiled fondly.

“Thank you Taehyung,” you whispered.

“Come come, time to get you dressed!” Sissel hurried. You quickly disrobed and stepped into the gown as your handmaiden adjusted the fabric accordingly. The material slipped on your skin, covering you with a beautiful design of lace.

Turning to the mirror you looked and almost balked at the front. It was lower cut, leaving your bust practically spilling from the fabric. Sissel was behind you, buttoning the dress. “Sissel wait a moment-oh!” you gasped as she pulled the ribbon tightly around your waist. It was similar to the feeling of a corset, but not nearly so constricting. You felt supported, but not suffocated.

Your chest lifted with the tightening of the material and you stared at it with uncertainty. Would this be entirely appropriate for you meeting with your husband?

“Hold on Madam! We’re still missing one part!” she smiled, rushing to the box. You turned with curiosity and saw a large necklace come undone before you.

“Did Lord Taehyung truly prepare all of this for me?” you asked.

“Well, he did converse with me about what you liked. And then he made suggestions on what his Highness would like as well. We came up with this. The lower neckline will be concealed with this my lady,” she assured.

You nodded and let her come by to fasten the jewels to your body. You watched as white sapphires and red diamonds covered your skin. They twinkled in the fading light as you noticed the sun was beginning to set. Gasping you ran over to your shoes and pulled them on quickly.

“My Lady!” Sissel tutted. “That is not the proper way to-”

“I don’t give a damn, I’m going to be late Sissel!” you yelled before heading down the stairs.

“My Lady we haven’t done your hair yet!”

Her voice faded into the background as you rushed down the stairs of the palace. Your grin was wide as you flew through the halls without restraint. Your lungs easily pulled in greedy amounts of air as you hurried through the corridors. The back garden was on the other side of the palace, making you bolt through the halls with fervor.

Jungkook walked into the hallway, seeing you running towards him at full bore. His eyes widened as he quickly threw himself against the wall to avoid your trampling speed. “My Lady! What’s wrong?!” he called after you.

“I’m going to be late!” you yelled, not waiting any moment longer before turning the corner. You laughed as you made it towards the final stretch.

Jimin was there in the pavilion waiting for you, and you would get to eat a meal he prepared for you! Just you!

The thoughts made you smile even wider.

Before you ran smack into the one person in this castle you feared...

Hoseok...

“My Lady,” he growled. “What is it that causes you to run with such haste?” he asked.

You scrambled to stand up, gasping from the force of your collison. “I beg your pardon, Hoseok. Jimin is waiting for me in the pavilion and I am going to be late!” you stated before moving to go around him.

But before you could, he gripped your wrist painfully tight.

“We are to leave in the morning, and you might never see that man again. Understand that this might be your last night with him,” he warned.

“It won’t be,” you scowled.

“Perhaps not, but you never know. Maybe while you’re gone his loneliness might overbear him. A mistress might be in order... Or, better yet, a consort?” he laughed.

A flush went to your cheeks. You knew Jimin wasn’t used to being with women. Taehyung had indulged you one night after a glass of wine too many and told you of his past.

How his mother was distant. The maids in the palace being the ones to raise him... His father was really the only one who showed him affection, so he really only knew love from other men. So when he grew, he found his urges to be placed not with women. He was terrified of the opposite sex. But, you have know a few whom lie with their fellow gender, and they don’t have fear for the opposing sex... You didn’t want to make generalizations about Jimin. You wanted for him to tell you, in his own time. But an odd feeling kept creeping back into your stomach. One doesn’t simply change a whole part of themselves at the drop of a hat. You didn’t want Jimin to feel he couldn’t be true to himself...

Hoseok smirked as you seemed to be lost in thought.

“Imagining losing your husband to his fellow man?” he sneered.

You swallowed hard. How did Hoseok know? Did Jimin make his preferences common knowledge?

You shook your head and glared at Hoseok. “I don’t believe that to be true, Jimin is a faithful husband and I trust him,” you declared.

“At your word, my lady,” he said, turning on his heel.

You began to head for the door when his chilling voice reached your ears once more. “I did promise to protect you with my life, Lady Y/N... But I didn’t say for how long,” he smirked.

A chill ran down your spine.

“If the witch’s power grows too much, I will have no choice but to end the bloodshed, with you,” he declared.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you stated, monotone. “I am going to be late.”

You hurried through the door, letting the shiver of Hoseok’s word disappear as you saw your husband standing with his back to you. He was wearing a loose white shirt that was tucked into black trousers. His hair was blowing with the breeze, shining gold in the light.

“I feared you wouldn’t be coming,” Jimin sighed, turning around.

You almost laughed at his expression. Eyes bulging as they looked at you with unrestrained want. His eyes followed the dip of your throat to your bust, next to your waist and beautiful legs. His eyes then met yours, that were being shielded by your hair. You grinned and ran forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you around.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, holding your forearms and gazing at your appearance. “Heavens, you look like a vision.”

“You as well,” you complimented. “I love it when you don’t wear those suffocating tunics.”

“Mmm, I can wear nothing at all if that is what you desire my love,” he taunted.

“Enough of that,” you laughed. “What have you prepared for us?”

Jimin’s eyes lit up at the thought of impressing you with his meal. “Let me show you,” he urged, pulling you forward.

“On tonight’s menu, I have prepared a salmon fillet with lemon and rosemary. As well as garlic potatoes, mashed with chives. Next is a heavenly baked roll with fresh butter and salt. And for dessert,” he winked. “You can pick me, or this raspberry tart that Taehyung aided me with.”

“Oh my, Jimin it’s incredible,” you praised. He keened into your words like a happy feline, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I am glad you’re impressed my dear, but perhaps you should taste it to be sure,” he encouraged. You nodded and went to sit down, not before Jimin pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“You are impossible,” you laughed.

“Impossibly good looking, perhaps,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and let him push in your chair before settling down in his own across from you.

“Jimin, this is wonderful,” you smiled, taking a bite of the food he prepared.

“Truthfully? I was really nervous about it all to be honest,” he blushed. “I know you like fish, and that potatoes are one of your favorite foods, the raspberry tart was Taehyung’s idea.”

You nodded as you took another bite of the food. The salmon melted in your mouth, filling it with the salty and briny flavor of the sea. But the citrus from the lemon and herbal aftertaste of the rosemary cut it down beautifully. You smiled up at Jimin, swallowing another morsel.

“Your cooking is delectable. I’ll have to bake you one of my famous blueberry crepes next time,” you stated.

“Y/N,” Jimin whispered.

The joyful mood that was set suddenly seemed to turn cold. You frowned as you looked at him from across the table. “Jimin, what’s wrong?”

“I-I fear for your departure in the morning,” he stated. “I also fear of your safety without me with you.”

“I’ll be safe, Jimin. Hoseok will care for me,” you stated. You knew that Hoseok was dangerous, but for now he was the only person capable of taking you away.

“I am unsure of my trust in him, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you,” he croaked. Tears flooded his vision as he looked at you with heartbreak.

“Jimin,” you whispered, standing up and wrapping your arms around him tightly. He burrowed his face into your stomach and settled his arms around your waist. You pet his hair calmly, letting him hold you for as long as he needed. You knew his fear well, you felt it yourself.

Leaving Jimin was going to be the hardest thing you’d had to do up until now. You two haven't really been separated since your marriage to one another. Sure, when he first came to Taehyung’s castle there was a week where you hadn’t seen him. And when you first were married it seemed as though you never saw him.

But, he was always there. Now... Now he would be days away from you.

The thought made your throat close in worry, but you quelled it for now. Jimin was here in your arms now, and that’s what mattered. Him being here with you is what was important. You ran your fingers down his cheek, brushing away the tears that fell.

“Jimin, we should be having a nice dinner together, not crying about something that hasn’t happened yet. We’ll cry tomorrow, okay? Not now,” you smiled. Jimin looked up at you and wrapped you in his arms tightly.

“I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart,” he breathed.

Your eyebrows raised, before relaxing into a soft smile. “I love you too, Jimin. With everything I am...”

* * *

Hoseok watched the scene with mute interest. You and Jimin were rather cute together, he supposed. But, he had made a deal... One he wasn’t intent on failing.

But, as he looked at the pair of you, he couldn’t help but feel guilt.

His Prince, soon to be King, had finally found someone he loved... And he had to take her away from him.

“Remind you of something?” a silky voice whispered.

Hoseok turn and pulled his daggers from their secured pouches on his hips. “Morgana,” he grimaced.

“Now now, don’t look so surprised my boy,” she whispered.

“It isn’t wise of you to use so much magic in order to spy on your next meal,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“It isn’t wise to disrespect she who holds your future in her hands,” Morgana growled. Hoseok swallowed thickly before continuing.

“We move her tomorrow,” he stated. “To the abandoned castle towards the Elder Spire Grove in the East,” he revealed.

“Yes, I know it well. It was the place my love lived... This Jimin looks so much like him, I will be so thrilled when that trollop is dead,” she growled.

“I still cannot see why I must be the one to end her, why can’t you destroy the girl?” Hoseok asked.

“Well, it’s been a long while since I’ve had a fulfilling sacrifice. My magic is waning... But once you perform the sacrifice with her as the offering... My magic will be back in it’s full power. Then, I can bring back your wife and child,” she stated.

Hoseok swallowed thickly as he looked at you and Jimin once more. Jimin was his dear friend. Someone he cared for, but he took him away from his pregnant wife, and in doing so he wasn’t even there to hold his child upon its birth...

“Why tell me this?” he asked.

“Because you requested to know,” she responded.

“You never give up information about your magic willingly,” Hoseok glared. “Why the change of heart.”

“You always see the truth, don’t you?” she asked. “The reason I tell you is because you are indebted to me. Those daggers by your side are charmed with my magic. They strike down all your foes in battle because that is what I have claimed them to do. I believe that telling you these things will ensure your loyalty to me, because if not... Well... The graves of your wife and child will burn, their corpses will turn to ash and they will be lost in the depths of Purgatory for the rest of eternity,” she growled. “Do I make myself clear?”

Hoseok felt his heart clench at the thought of his family being at unrest...

“Yes, I understand,” he confirmed.

“Good,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see the life drain from that wench’s eyes... I will have my Prince again. Even if I have to destroy every village, every citizen... Every whore... It will be done,” she declared, fading into a black mist and disappearing into the night.

Hoseok frowned as he saw Jimin pick you up and hold you in his arms. You laughed at something he said, head thrown back as Jimin leaned forward to capture your lips. He knew what true love looked like. He saw it with his wife, and he saw it here with you...

“I am truly sorry, the both of you,” he whispered...

* * *

The morning came, it always does.

You awoke to a knock at your door...

Sissel.

“Majesty, my Lady? It is time for Lady Y/N to leave,” she announced.

You rolled over, feeling Jimin’s hand brush your bare stomach. He’d managed to get it under your dressing gown in the night. Men truly were incorrigible.

“My Lady? Are you awake?”

“Yes, Sissel,” you answered.

“Hurry to dress! Father Jin requires you before departing!”

“Very good, Sissel!” Moving to get out of the bed, Jimin’s steel grip made you falter. Being hauled back into bed you huffed as he snuggling into your hair. His hands wrapped around your body, not letting you out of his grasp. “Jimin,” you whispered, petting his hair.

“Not yet, please not yet,” he begged.

“I have to go,” you breathed. “You know it, as well as I do...”

“Just a few more minutes, just lay with me for a few more minutes. I need to remember how warm you are in the morning,” he whispered, face buried in your neck.

“Jimin, please,” you whimpered. He kissed your jaw before placing a soft kiss on your nose.

“Hurry, before I bring you back to bed with me,” he warned, releasing you.

You quickly went to your wardrobe and picked a warm dress that would help you stave off the chill in the Northern reaches of the Kingdom. Standing behind your changing screen you got dressed.

You heard your bed creak and knew Jimin must’ve gotten up to dress as well. You recognized the familiar sound of his wardrobe opening as he pulled different pieces of attire out.

Mimicking him you got into your clothing, only to realize the dress you selected had buttons on the back of it. Sighing in annoyance, you peaked your head around the screen to see Jimin just pulling on his shirt.

Flushing you quickly moved back behind your cover. Holding your hand over your racing heart you tried to keep your cheeks from turning an obscene red color.

“J-Jimin?” you called out.

“Yes, Y/N?” he answered.

“Can you help me with my dress?” you asked, trying to keep your tone from wavering.

“If you’d like me to,” he stated, coming closer.

“I need you to button it for me, please,” you requested, moving your hair to the side so he could gain access to the fasteners at the back. Jimin took a sharp breath in before placing his hands on your hips.

He placed a delicate kiss to your spine, causing you to shiver in pleasure. His lips moved up your back, over your shoulder then to the base of your neck. You didn’t fight him as he nudged your head to the side, opening up your collar and throat for him. He placed gentle love bites and licks to your delicate skin.

Just as he was about to claim your lips in another kiss, a knock came to the door once more. “Lady Y/N, we really must go!” Sissel urged.

“A moment!” you called back.

Sissel’s steps echoed as she no doubt went to get you more time.

“Here,” Jimin said, doing the buttons up at the back for you. He placed one last kiss on your neck before moving away from your body.

“Thank you,” you flushed.

“Do you need help getting your shoes on?” he asked, looking at them with a raised brow.

“If you think you can control your wandering lips,” you giggled. Jimin’s eyes turned dark.

“I hardly think I can,” he breathed.

You rolled your eyes and went to sit down on the bed. It was still warm from Jimin’s body resting in it for the night. You lifted your foot into Jimin’s grasp as he pushed the shoe onto your foot gently, taking care not to hyperextend your joints. You smiled and ran your fingers through his sleep ridden hair. He bit his lip as he ran his hands up your calf.

Sweet kisses were placed to your bare legs, making you hiss in desire. Jimin’s plush mouth traced along your skin, oblivious to the world outside. You shuddered at the sensation of his warm palms on your flesh. Sighing you tugged Jimin’s head back slightly, smiling as a soft moan left his mouth.

“You’re one to talk about wandering limbs,” he scoffed. You laughed, fixing his slightly messy locks. Bringing your hand down to cradle his cheek, Jimin leaned into your touch. Next he picked up your other shoe and pushed it onto your other foot. Jimin moved and buckled them on, tying cute little bows into the laces.

You could tell Jimin was trying to buy you both time...

“Jimin...?” you whispered.

“I know,” he answered, looking at your knee.

“Walk with me?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he responded.

Helping you stand up, he took your hand and pulled your arm around his. The pair of you walked out of your bedroom. It would be the last time you were there for a long while. You weren’t sure the next time you’d see Jimin... How long until you were able to hold him in your arms?

Jimin was in a similar situation. His heart was pounding in his chest as the two of you made your way down the staircase. Leading you towards your departure, made him feel woozy. The pair of you made it to the bottom of the landing and Taehyung was waiting for the pair of you.

“Good morning Lady Y/N, your Majesty,” he bowed.

“Taehyung,” Jimin greeted.

“Taehyung,” you smiled.

The Lord of the Castle looked to your husband. “May I?” he asked.

“If she agrees,” he answered smoothly.

You shook your head before letting Jimin go and giving Taehyung a big hug. He held onto you, rubbing your back to comfort you. “These will be long days ahead of you, but know we are always here. And we will come to get you again,” he promised.

“Thank you Taehyung, you have become a dear friend of mine,” you acknowledged. He pulled back as Father Jin entered with Jungkook and Yoongi.

“My Lady,” they all echoed, lowering their heads in a bow.

“Please, you’ve never used such formalities with me before. Don’t start now,” you insisted.

“Perhaps they should, you will be Queen one day,” Taehyung mentioned.

Your face soured. “But I don’t want them to bow to me because of that,” you whispered.

“Enough with your crisis, come here,” Jungkook ushered you into a big embrace. You huffed from the strength behind his arms, but patted his back affectionately. Yoongi came next and gave you a gentle hug, rubbing your shoulders as he pulled away.

“I’ll miss you, please be safe on your journey,” he insisted.

“Thank you, both of you.”

Father Jin came forward and hugged you tightly. “Lady Y/N, I believe this will be one of the hardest goodbyes in my life,” he announced, voice watery.

You felt similar as a wave of emotion came over you. Father Jin had been your rock when you were lonely. A wise mind to pick when you weren’t sure of yourself. He was so kind and had helped you so much during your time here in the Royal family.

The side door that lead to the carriage house opened, revealing Hoseok standing there before you. Father Jin let go of you and stepped away. You moved towards Jimin and wrapped your arms around his. Just being near Hoseok made you nervous. How could it not? If you considered all that had transpired between the two of you in the past...

“Father Jin, the carriage is ready. Lady Y/N, are you prepared?” he asked, raising a brow.

It was time, Jin was going to give you and Hoseok his cloaking spell. And then you would be off, away from this palace that you had begun to call your home. The small family you’d began to build would be left behind...

Your heart was racing.

“Hoseok, Lady Y/N, please come towards me,” Father Jin requested. You did so, letting Jimin’s hand go.

Hoseok followed suit and stood next to you.

Father Jin lifted his hands and brought out a salve that had a slight blue tint to it. He dipped his finger in the salve and brushed the mix over your temples and the back of your neck. He did the same to Hoseok.

Next he pulled a vial out and took out the dropper. “Please, open your mouths,” he asked.

Hoseok did so. You watched as his face scrunched up in displeasure. “Damn, that’s bitter,” he complained.

“This liquid will make sure that your bodily functions are hidden from any kind of magic detection. The salve I applied to your heads and necks hides any thoughts or emotions. And one more item for each of you,” he announced, turning to a butler that was holding a large box.

He presented you with a necklace, simple in design. A basic silver chain with a pendant on it that had a bright red stone in the middle. You raised an eyebrow at it then looked to Father Jin. “What is this?” you asked.

He motioned for you to turn around, which you did so. The gem laid heavily upon your throat, making you look down in surprise.

“A fail safe,” Jin explained. “If my other methods fail to keep you hidden, these are seal with magic at a similar caliber to Morgana’s... It will be difficult for her to be in the presence of these gems, seeing as how they are blessed with light magic. It is old, and rarely seen anymore, it was a gift from the old Gods to humanity before our heavenly father birthed us anew. It was taught to me, and now I am betraying my oath to God for this,” he whispered. “Please, do not take these off, no matter what you do.”

Hoseok came forward and Father Jin latched his necklace around his neck as well. He seemed nervous when the chain was secured, holding it with an expression that you couldn’t decipher.

“One more thing, I need to activate the enchantments. Hold still, the both of you.” Hoseok and you did as requested. Soon, Jin started speaking in an odd sounding tone. “I implore the words of the Gods of old. Here my plea and come to my bidding. Through my form, project your light into the talismans I have prepared for you. Please, use them to protect these individuals with your magic. By thy radiance, I ask of you to make home in these gems of pure starlight. And cast out any darkness that may encounter your path. This is my request, at my word. Expel!”

The room swirled with air as light radiated from your necklaces. The gem was burning hot against your skin, and you gasped. Holding it you could feel your skin underneath burning. Father Jin collapsed to the floor. Jungkook and Yoongi rushed over to check his breathing. You looked at him with worry.

“Is he alright?” you asked, getting closer.

“Yes, he’s fine. Surely this kind of magic takes a toll on the body. We’ll take him to rest, be safe highness. We will be praying for your safe return to us,” Jungkook smiled. Him and Yoongi lifted Father Jin into their arms and headed towards the infirmary.

You watched as they disappeared down the hall, heart hammering in your ribs. All of this, to keep you safe... Father Jin betraying God just so that you could be concealed from this witch who wanted your death. It was overwhelming to be cared for so deeply by others.

“We need to go,” Hoseok stated, pulling you from your daze.

“Yes,” Taehyung agreed. “The carriage will take you to the village of Caldone. Once there, I have arranged for horses to take you the rest of the way to the Northern Palace of Kings. Hoseok, have you gotten word from the individuals in the town near the castle?”

“Yes, they said they’d be pleased to help their future Queen with anything she needed,” Hoseok confirmed.

“Very well. Time is of the essence, let’s get you gone,” Taehyung urged.

Quickly turning to Jimin your heart stopped.

His eyes were teary, a soft smile on his face.

Hoseok had grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the door. You moved like a doll, limp as he ushered you through the exit. Jimin’s face became further away from you, tears becoming invisible as you stumbled down the steps.

“My Lady please take caution,” Taehyung said, gripping your elbow to support your blunder.

Jimin walked forward, seeming to be following you without knowing it. You wanted to hold him once more before you left. Just one more time. One last kiss.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out for him. The guards had already gathered around you, helping disguise you and Hoseok from any peering eyes. Taehyung had taken his place beside Jimin as the flurry of activity went forward.

Hoseok climbed inside of the carriage, waiting for you to take his hand to get in as well. He was glad you weren’t looking at his face, because it would’ve blown everything he’d been working for...

Your face was distraught as you looked around at the guards. A sour taste settled itself on Hoseok’s tongue. He knew who you were looking for.

Jimin...

It was so obvious how much you cared for your husband, it made his heart lurch in pain. He knew that delirious feeling. The whirlwind love placed in your mind and heart, and how gut wrenching it felt when ripped away from it. He knew how panicked you must be. He could grant you one last look at him, before you departed...

Forever.

“PART!” Hoseok screamed.

The guards seemed shocked. They all froze and stared at him. You didn’t even look at Hoseok. Your eyes were trying to locate your husband. “Sir, what seems to be the issue?”

“You’re smothering our Lady, give her room to breathe,” Hoseok demanded.

Seeming to understand they all separated and opened up a pathway to the carriage door. Slowly, you were being pulled into the cabin by Hoseok. The second your eyes were off Jimin, your heart began to squeeze painfully.

You found his face out of the back window of the vehicle. His eyes were staring straight at you. Taehyung was standing next to him dutifully. Jimin gave another soft smile, but you could tell it was forced. His teeth were showing too much, eyes red with tears.

A sudden lurch made your body slip. The horses began moving at a gentle pace. Jimin’s face got smaller as you traveled further from him. Your breathing became harsh as you pressed your hand against the glass of your window. Jimin seemed to be mouthing something. You couldn’t quite make it out.

“What?!” you shouted, making Hoseok turn to you.

“My Lady?” he asked.

“Stop, please stop the carriage!” you yelped.

“My lady we really must leave, dawn has almost broken,” Hoseok urged.

“STOP THE DAMN CARRIAGE RIGHT NOW!” you screamed. The horses whinnied as the driver pulled on the reigns. You fell off your seat and hit the floor, but you couldn’t feel the pain.

“My lady!” Hoseok yelled, but you couldn’t hear him.

Pulling on the handle you ripped the door open and scrambled off the floor and onto the grass below.

Jimin watched the horses stop, and his brows furrowed.

What had happened?

“Majesty, what are you-”

“Jimin!” you screamed, picking up your skirts and running. Jimin’s heart slammed against his chest so hard he could feel it in his throat.

“Y/N!?” he yelled back, starting to jog towards you.

Taehyung and Hoseok watched in awe as the scene played out.

Your hair flew behind you as you ran. Your legs hurt, but it didn’t matter. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him before you left, just once more. He needed to know.

Jimin matched your pace and began running like a man possessed. He feet were carrying him to you, without being told to. It was like instinct to run for you now. Something he couldn’t have dreamed of happening when first married to you.

It all seemed to silly now. Those months of distance, your reconciliation. Now, a love that burned him from inside out. And he wouldn’t change it for the world. He wouldn’t want it to be anyone other than you. It couldn’t be.

He was closer now, eyes sparkling with tears that you could see now. Clear as day.

“Jimin!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Lifting you into his arms, Jimin cradled your head gently. His chest was heaving with the effort from running, but you were there in his arms. God it was going to be Hell to be without you. So Jimin held onto you tightly. Kissing your face as you bawled like a child. “I love you! I love you so much, I’m going to miss you.”

Jimin’s voice cracked as he tried to soothe you. “My love, I know, I know I love you too. My darling, ssshhh, it’s alright. I love you.”

You felt his shoulders shaking at the force of his cries. You tangled your fingers in his hair and brought your mouth to his. Jimin held your face, making sure that you felt every ounce of love he harbored in his soul for you. Every inch of his being belonged to you.

He’d never been more certain of anything.

He was your’s. And he always would be. You clung to him as you kissed, making the most of this moment. It would be the last for a long while, and it needed to be secured in your memory. How his lips were so plush against your own. His hands held fast around your waist, keeping you against him.

Hoseok was stunned at the sight as he hung out of the door. At first he thought this would be simple. Kill the girl, get his family back. The Prince would be free from a marriage he never wanted, and he could be reunited with his wife and child...

Everything would be righted if you were out of the picture...

But seeing this...

How deeply the two of you cared for one another. The thought of ripping you apart weighed heavy like a slab of stone in his stomach. If he followed through with this... would he be any better than the witch that took his family from him?

These thoughts swirled in his mind.

Because looking at the two of you now, he knew his answer.

He knew what he would be doing...

And he wasn’t sure he could do it anymore...

Gazing up at Jimin you wiped his tears from his eyes. “Jimin, I love you so much. Please, come see me as soon as you can,” you whispered.

“To the moment, like I promised,” he breathed.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whimpered, holding his face in your palms. He turned and kissed your palm, remembering the sensation. Committing every inch of you to memory.

“And I you, my darling,” he breathed. “But, I will see you again. This is not a goodbye, it is merely a momentary parting. Because one morning, you’ll see me. Coming up the road to hold you in my arms once more. Even if I have to fight the witch on the doorstep, you can be assured that I will be there. For nothing will stop me if it means getting to you,” he declared.

Taehyung felt a stray tear run down his cheek at the display before him.

Finally his friend had found it. The love he deserved from a person. It didn’t matter whether it came from a male, female or a dog. The loyalty, compassion and dedication you had for him was powerful enough to brave any storm.

He smiled as Jimin took your hand, leading you towards the carriage once more. Hoseok straightened as his future King approached.

“Majesty, I apologize for not giving you both proper time to say your farewells,” Hoseok bowed.

“Take care of her, Hoseok, I’m entrusting to you my greatest treasure in life.”

As Jimin took your hand, he lifted it to Hoseok’s. You gripped his own with such certainty, and Hoseok felt unadulterated shame run through his body. What would his dearly departed wife think of this? Would she approve of his behavior towards a woman whom had done nothing but merely fallen in love...

If that was a crime, he was guilty as well.

“I will do as you command, Majesty,” Hoseok agreed. Pulling you into the carriage, Hoseok watched as Jimin shut the door.

He held his hand up to the glass. And the assassin watched as you pressed your palm against his. Your rings shone in the rising sunlight and Hoseok looked down at his own, shimmering in a similar fashion.

The buggy lurched once again, and Jimin’s palm slipped away from the glass. However, your hand remained there...

Even after Jimin and the Castle had faded away, your hand stayed on the glass...