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Into Eternity - Part I

             Today was the day you had been dreading for months. It was your wedding day. The day your parents had been waiting for many years to come. Finally, you had a use. You’d been an ill child, constantly being sick and unable to help out on the farm. The only reason you’d been saved was because of your beauty. The King and Queen knew you’d look perfect on the arm of their son, Jimin.

           The Prince was beautiful, of this there was no doubt. He had an elegance that many sought after. Your parents had fallen to the King and Queen’s feet, telling them that they’d make sure to raise you so you were worthy of someone like the crowned prince.

             No expense was spared today. Gold fibers had been woven into your hair. Your bodice was laced tightly and you found it difficult to breathe. However, there was no sympathy from your ladies in waiting.

             “Can you suck in a little more dear? The Prince should be able to fit his arms around you… Hopefully,” she breathed, looking around at the other women in the room like they were all sharing a similar thought. It left a sour taste in your mouth at how easily insults came off their tongues here, but you tried your best to breathe in more.

             “You’ve got a decent face, but the Princess of Ivarsted was much more regal if you ask me,” another woman that was preparing your skirts commented.

             The insults wore on as the day progressed. Your face was done up and you were put into your shoes for the night. You winced in discomfort at the jewels that scraped against your fragile skin, but you remained silent. Any complaining would be fruitless to you at this point, if anything it would damage you. It wasn’t worth it; no one would be listening anyways.

             You really had no idea what to expect for your husband. All you had heard your entire life was that he was going to take care of you and that you had to serve him to the best of your ability. You had to watch your weight and watch your figure to make sure you didn’t displease him some day. The Crowned Prince was known to be beautiful. He was very quiet and kept to himself, rarely ever coming out of the palace. However, you’d never met him. Not even in passing. You lived far out of town and you weren’t allowed near the palace at a young age in fear of you being seen by the Prince or the other members of the royal family and them suddenly deciding you weren’t going to be enough for his highness. So, the first time that you’d be meeting your husband would be as you walked down the aisle.

             Your hair was pulled up high into a painful, yet supposedly elegant updo. At one point your scalp began to bleed because the woman doing your hair was stating it was too long for what the Queen had requested. Something you could’ve easily fixed had you been paying any attention. Your fault entirely, of course.

             Finally, you were done. ‘As good as it was going to get,’ according to one lady. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty, although it wasn’t what you usually looked like. You looked almost like a ghost because you were so white. Your lips were painted a ridiculous red color, almost like a doll being dressed up for parade. You found yourself wanting to be sick merely from looking at your reflection. You wondered what Jimin was going to think when he saw you. You thanked the women who had been torturing you all morning; gathering your skirts before heading towards the door. However, before you could escape through the door, a man standing in a Royal guards attire approached.

             “Sir Namjoon! You don’t need to take her, certainly she can go on her own,” one woman gushed as she fell to the floor in a dramatic manner. You sighed and looked at the man before you with mild interest.

             “Nonsense, she is the Prince’s bride! I will escort her to Yoongi-hyung,” he said, approaching you.  You gazed at him with a blank expression. Honestly, on the inside, you were numb. Namjoon gave you a small smile, which you couldn’t return. He offered you his arm and you took it gingerly, wrapping yours around his as you were instructed.

             “You look lovely, Jimin will be floored with how amazing you look,” he said as the two of you wove through the grey walls of the castle.

             “Thank you,” you said in a tight tone. Namjoon noticed your unease.

             “Jimin is a good person, you’ll be in safe hands for eternity,” he said, seeing if you’d bite.

             “That’s good to know, thank you,” you said as the pair of you rounded a corner. You stood at the top of a very large and elaborate staircase. The marble was so clean it almost felt wrong to set foot on it. However, Namjoon urged you forwards.

             Each step felt like a step towards death. No more playing down by the creek. No more reading in the middle of the fields while the sun soaked your skin and the wind caught your hair. All of that was ending. All because of your family practically giving you to the royal family, simply because they wanted to survive another day. Your mother had always wanted more than a simple life on the farm, and you would be giving it to her. She would forever be known as the woman who birthed a Queen. What a title.

             “This is where I leave you, Yoongi will take you the rest of the way,” he said, passing you off to a somber looking man who appeared to be thinking of a million other places he could be.

             “Pleasure to meet you your future highness,” he said, offering his arm to you. Slowly, you reached out to him and wrapped his arms around his. Yoongi wasn’t as tall as Namjoon and certainly not as talkative. He practically dragged you through the hallways before stopping in front of a large set of intimidating French doors.

             “Now entering,” a booming voice began as the doors opened. “Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N! Future ruler of Arcane Kingdom!” The room before you was decorated in the flowers that were also in your bouquet. White lilies. You hadn’t chosen them, but apparently all things pertaining to you were handled by the Queen. Candles were burning all over the room, adding an ominous glow to the massive space. You looked ahead and saw Jimin. He was dressed in lavish fabrics that poured over him in a ornate manner. However, he was more beautiful than all the fabrics that he wore. You felt your breath shorten slightly at the sight. You hadn’t expected him to look so… ethereal. Yoongi pulled on your arm as the music began, making sure your walking matched that of the music.

             You risked a glance at Jimin as you approached. He gave you a soft smile that you found easy to return, because it felt genuine. You kept your pace even as you slowly made your way towards the alter. However, your eyes were trained on Jimin. He had such an air of elegance about him that you felt like you paled in comparison. He had the feel of a Prince and a future King. You? You felt out of place, drowning in your gown with the amount of heavy jewels and makeup suffocating you. The dress and corset made your ribs hurt and your head swim. Yoongi pinched your hand to bring you back to reality.

             Finally, Jimin bowed before you, taking your hand and bringing you up to the alter. Jin the castle’s Priest stood before the two of you with a warm smile on his face.

             “Dearly beloved guests. We thank you for your toils and hardships to be here to witness the joining of this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony.”

             Blood pounded in your ears and made it difficult to hear. You knew Jin was speaking, but whatever he was saying was lost on you. Slowly, you glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye. He stood there proudly with such regality and poise that you felt your heart race in anxiety. You could feel the weight of his hand in yours like an anchor, weighing you down until you could no longer breathe.

             “We will now exchange vows!” Jin announced, loud enough for you to hear through your loud thoughts. “Prince Jimin, you first.”

             “My dear Y/N,” he started. “We’ve grown in separate worlds, but no longer. I wish for us now to grow together and happily in this place we will call home. Let me protect you, cherish you and be the one you trust with your life. I will do all I can to be a husband that will make you happy,” he said making the room fawn. It became silent and people looked at you with an expectant gaze. You cleared your throat awkwardly and tried to remember what the women had been yelling to you all morning.

             “My prince,” you said, your voice cracking slightly at the end of your statement. He eyed you curiously, squeezing your hand gently. “I promise to serve you, give you all I can and more,” you held your stomach and tried to breathe in as deeply as you could. Jimin gave you a worried glance.

             “Are you alright?” he whispered, pulling you closer. The crowd gasped and awed at the scene, but you nodded and tried to go on.

             “I will stand by your side and give you everything I am… I am your wife from this day forward, and I will be your future,” you said, only able to remember half of what the women had prattled off earlier. The room was silent before a few gentle claps resounded through the large space.

             “Please, take these rings,” he said, letting the jewelers of the local village bring the rings forward. A short man with a balding scalp approached you with Jimin’s wedding band, a white gold ring that had a deep red stone set into the band. It was beautiful, but yours was a different story. The piece was large and the band was decorated with diamonds while in the middle was a large red stone that was the same as Jimin’s.

             “These rings are made out of the finest white gold and set with white and red diamonds, these diamonds are meant to symbolize eternal passion and strength. We hope they are to your liking,” a man said. You watched as Jimin reached out and had a small conversation with the person who had handed him your ring. The man smiled proudly and the two of you were made to face each other.

             Jimin cleared his throat and took your hand in his. “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” he said, placing the ring on your finger. The weight was grotesque and you simply stared at it on your finger. You looked at Jimin’s band in your small hand. Your ring looked out of place and like it was going to break your finger. Jimin tugged on your hand and brought you out of your stupor. Slowly you brought the ring up and slid it onto his finger.

             “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” you repeated. Jimin looked at it for a moment before lacing his fingers with yours.

             “By the power vested in me by God and the King of Arcane Kingdom, I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride,” Jin said, smiling at the two of you. Before you could even process what was happening, Jimin leaned down and sealed his lips against yours for a quick moment. You didn’t even get to respond before he was pulling away and leaving you stunned. The two of you stood before the crowd as the cheered and hollered for your union. The room was loud and all you could do was cry.

             You will be mine, into eternity…  

Into Eternity - Part II

A/N: Sorry I’ve been so absent lately. This is my attempt at forgiveness. Please enjoy this update.

Living in the palace is hell. People had to be kind to you, because you were the future Queen. Any kind of disrespect would be suicide. But you saw through all the fake smiles and compliments.

They hated you.

Genuine and raw hatred.

You confided in Jin many times, he was one of the few people you spoke to in the palace, but he was only able to offer you his apologies.

“I’m sorry that life here is difficult for you. Maybe you should speak with Jimin about it,” he suggested. You sighed and gazed down at your ring in displeasure. It had been four months since your wedding and your husband had spoken to you three times. Once during your wedding night when he said consummation of the marriage wasn’t necessary quite yet. Second, in the hallway when he saw you were lost. THe final time was when he was leaving for his trip to another kingdom for a whole moon cycle. You had waited outside the carriage and kissed his cheek before he went.

“I’ll see you when I return, my dear,” he said, gathering himself inside the cabin and shutting the door.

Jin look at you in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you’ve only spoken to your husband three times since you’ve been married?” You simply shook your head, dismissing the conversation. You weren’t particularly upset about it or anything of the like. You just wanted out of these damn clothes and to be able to take a deep breath. It felt like you were drowning in everything. Jin seemed astounded. “How does that happen? Jimin isn’t mean or cruel, I just don’t understand.”

You shrugged and stood, eager to finally shed your clothing.

“Goodnight, Jin. Thank you for listening,” you said, genuinely feeling grateful for the outlet.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Anytime you need me or God’s light, I’m more than happy to help,” he said. You gave a small smile before heading to your room for some much needed rest.

---

The following morning you were awoken early so you could attend a town meeting in place of the King and Queen.

“They’re far too busy to go, so my dear, you must go in their stead,” one of your handmaidens had said earlier.

The ride to town was uneventful and bumpy. You only had one guard with you who seemed to be falling asleep. Quality care indeed. Any member of the Royal family should have at least ten guard for a walk. However, you said nothing as you got out of the carriage and headed towards the seat above the crowd in the square. It was eerily quiet. Once you were sat with you catatonic guard the insults came flying.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

“She’s got about as much say in the Royal family as we do!”

“Damn wench!”

“Where’s the King and Queen?”

The shouting was thunderous and everyone was screaming at you. You wanted to fight back and them them where to shove it, but these would all be your people one day. You had to be kind to them.

“Please, the King and Queen are very busy working tirelessly to ensure all of your futures are bright. My husband is away and isn’t able to join me today.”

The crowd scoffed at your attempt to appease them.

“Your husband is just as useless as you!” one shouted. The crowd hollered in agreement, cursing you and Jimin for not solving their problems. Finally, it was all too much.

“ENOUGH!” you screamed. The crowd became still at your outburst. “I am Park Y/N and I am your future Queen. I will not stand to be disrespected this way,” you said, standing to your feet. You walked down the stairs, away from your guard who was still nodding off. “You will be under Jimin and I’s protection one day. You must have faith in us. Believe in us. Jimin is not useless, nor am I. I grew up in a household with barely enough food to stave off starvation. Now, I am married to the crowned Prince. I have power. I want all of you to be happy, as does my husband. You are our future. So please, let me try,” you begged.

The crowd was silent. You wondered if you should apologize. But what good would that do? Suddenly, a small girl approached with a smile on her face.

“I want you as my Queen,” she said, offering you a flower. You smiled and took it, placing it in her hair gently.

“I would be honored to be your Queen,” you said, lifting her into your arms. The crowd began cheering and chanting, all want to hold your hand or bow before you. You smiled softly and continued with the meeting.

---

Jimin had arrived to the Northernmost Peninsula in his kingdom. Lords and Ladies had gathered to see him, although they were confused when you weren’t by his side.

“Thought you’d use this opportunity to show off Y/N,” Jimin’s personal guard, Jungkook, stated.

“It’s too risky to bring her here yet. Too many people are wary of her to begin with. Plus, she always looks sick. A little off putting for a party,” Jimin said, approaching the castle. His friend, Lord Taehyung had approached from the door to embrace him.

“Ah, Jimin. Good to see you. Jungkook-ah, you’ve gotten bigger,” he chuckled before pulling him in for a hug as well. “Terribly sorry I couldn’t make your wedding,” he said as the three men entered the palace.

“You were out of the country, it’s understandable,” Jimin dismissed.

“Although, I was hoping to get a glimpse at your bride. Is she not here with you?” Taehyung asked, obviously disappointed.

“You know it’d be a bad idea Tae, too many rustled feathers,” Jimin said walking at a brisk pace through the familiar setting. Taehyung and Jungkook rushed to keep up with their friend.

“Should you be bowing to those kinds of threats! You’re the future King!” Taehyung exclaimed. Jimin sighed and turned to face the two younger men.

“Her safety is first in my mind. People didn’t accept her well. It is in her best interest to stay away from the public for now,” he stated firmly. He didn’t like discussing you. It made everything much too real. He was a married man. He would have to make an heir soon...

“But wives aside, how have you been?”

The conversation after that turned mundane and Jimin let his mind wander... He was lost in his own head, thinking. There was so much to think about. He could no longer avoid his situation. You would be involved now.

Jimin had a secret. Something very few knew about. He had never laid with a woman before. Although he was no virgin. The Crowned Prince had only been with men, and he was okay with that. He’d never desired a woman the way he did his fellow man. Did women disgust him? No. They just didn’t excite him. However, he did have to admit you were very beautiful. Woman had been throwing themselves at him since he became of age. However, when you had kissed at the wedding, he had found your lips rather soft and kissable. But the look on your face had frightened him. You had looked so utterly tired and hurt. Living as a peasant in the castle was hard, he saw how the maids treated you... It was hard to watch you lock yourself away in your own head. And what had he done? Sat back and pretended that everything was fine...

“You seem awfully focused on something,” Taehyung teased. Jimin broke out of his stupor and shrugged.

“A lot on my plate,” he reasoned. Jungkook snorted and rolled his eyes.

“As we were discussing, when is your father stepping down?” Jungkook asked.

“Probably before first frost, his health is poor and he is determined to see his grandchild,” Jimin said, rubbing his face. Taehyung’s eyes bulged.

“Grandchild? But-” Jimin cut him off quickly.

“I know, Tae, but the line can’t end with me. I won’t allow it,” he said. Jungkook rubbed his chin contemplatively.

“You could always have someone else do it... Or, her, respectively,” Jimin shook his head.

“I won’t allow another man to lay with my wife. This heir will be my child.”

Taehyung and Jungkook look at their friend with concern.

“How will it work?” Taehyung asked, looking towards his Prince with questioning eyes.

“I’m in no rush, and neither is she. We barely speak regardless, she may hate me,” Jimin said, biting his lip in anxiety. His parents had wed them because of her beauty, he knew nothing of her personality.

“May I make a suggestion?” Taehyung offered, raising his hand for affect. Jimin sighed and nodded in acknowledgment. “Well, it’s a strange thought but about about you get to know her before worrying about an heir? She’s the one carrying the thing.”

“Baby,” Jungkook corrected. “Not thing, hyung.” Taehyung waved his hand dismissively before continuing.

“You may wind up liking her enough to as where making a child with her doesn’t seem so impossible.”

Jimin thought for a moment. It made sense. The two of you were together for life, you should know each other well enough to rule along side one another.

“Noted. But I came here because you said it was dire for me to get here for as soon as possible,” Jimin said, looking at Taehyung.

“Ah yes, the reason for our meeting is simple,” Taehyung started.

“If it’s simple, why did you demand Council with me?” Jimin sighed, annoyed.

“Because, they’re back,” Taehyung said with a dark look in his eyes.

The room became tense.

Jungkook looked between the two in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked. Taehyung and Jimin looked at Jungkook with shadows filling their eyes. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jungkook mumbled, starting to get more and more concerned. The quiet in the room was suffocating.

“Hunters, savages practically. They’re back in the region. They’ve been cast out since we were all young. However, they’ve been growing bolder. There was an attack near the border of our territories in the South that had all their markings,” Taehyung stated, looking towards the window.

“They’re less than human .They kill, rape and pillage. Destroy without restraint. They are nothing but creatures that thrive off of misery and agony. They should’ve been extinguished years ago,” Jimin growled. “I don’t want my family to exist in the same world as them.”

Taehyung nodded in agreement. “My men await orders, what do you suggest we do?”

Jimin thought for a moment. “Let’s wait,” he stated. “We don’t know how many of them are out there. Send scouts first, then we can think about how many soldiers are needed and what areas require the most amount of protection.”

“There was news of them heading towards the Royal provence. Aren’t you worried for you mother and father, as well as Lady Y/N?” Jungkook asked.

“It could be a rumor, I don’t want to place all of my coins in one place. Plus, Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung are still there. She’s in good hands,” Jimin stated. Suddenly, a maid burst through the door.

“Prince Jimin! Lord Taehyung!” She tripped and fell, she must’ve been running a long time. The boys all gathered around, Jungkook helping her to her feet.

“What is it? Speak,” Taehyung ordered.

“It’s Lady Y/N, she said, panting. Jimin came forward, a frown on his brow.

“What has happened to my wife?” he asked looking concerned.

“She’s here.”  

Into Eternity - Part III

Guess who’s back with a new chapter that’s been written for like, six months and just never got around to typing it up? This girrrlllll. 

Ha ha... Sorry about that. 

Hopefully Owner will be continuing soon! Sorry for the long waits guys, but life is just so crazy right now. But I love what I do and don’t plan on stopping. So please enjoy!

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~Don’t ask about updates thank you <3~

Jimin was floored. What were you doing here? And why?

Jimin looked towards the maid. “When did she arrive? And for what purpose,” Jimin asked, wondering why his wife would appear in front of all these lords and ladies. Who no doubt think you’re unfit to rule.

“She arrived minutes ago. She didn’t answer any questions brought to her, our ladies lead her to your room, Majesty,” the servant answered, keeping her head low out of respect.

“Trouble in paradise, hyung?” Jungkook teased. Taehyung promptly smacked him on the head while Jimin tried to think of why you were here.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “Go see her, find out what’s going on, we’ll talk later,” he said, grabbing Jungkook and leading him towards the map and charts at the back of the room.

“Take me to my wife,” Jimin declared. He gave one last look to his friends, who gave him a reassuring nod. A few other servants came to the door and began to lead him to his chambers. Jimin’s thoughts wandered to you. Why were you here and for what reason? He wanted you back at the palace to bond with the people, for the love of a Royal’s people is all they shall need. Or so his father stated. Something must have happened back home...

His parents wouldn’t have moved you so carelessly. Image was important right now, people were uproared at the impure bloodlines being introduced. However, you two had been promised to each other long ago... Fate had been cruel to both of you.

“Did anyone accompany her?”

“Father Kim Seokjin, Captain of the Royal Guard and Head of the Royal Archers Min Yoongi,” one answered. All of them were here?

Finally, he made it to his quarters. The servants opened the door and Jimin held his breath, waiting for a horrible sight to befall him...

---

You were sat in Jimin’s quarters, feeling nerves eating you up inside.

Would he be mad that you were here? Certainly once he knew the reason he would understand, Jimin wasn’t unreasonable.  

“You’re looking rather pale, are you feeling okay?”

Jin’s question woke you from your daze.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me. I’m sure I would’ve been alright,” you mumbled.

“There’s a reason the Queen sent us with you,” Namjoon stated.

“What’s the reason?”

Everyone was quiet. You rolled your eyes in irritation. That had been their response the whole way here, that the Queen demanded they go with you. That it was important you weren’t alone. Why didn’t anyone tell you anything? As future ruler, didn’t you have a right to know what was going on? The breeze rolled across the country side, pushing the grass down and revealing the Earth underneath. Watching nature in action soothed your frustration, putting you into a state of sadness instead. The grass moving in such a way reminded you of a childhood robbed and a life that was only given for one purpose.

To make an heir.

They had only selected you because of your beauty... You were just a factory for them to make another Royal... After that, what purpose did you serve? You weren’t expected to raise the heir, that could be passed on to the maids and nannies.

It was exactly as it was when you were a child. Shut up in a room where you were to wait until you had a purpose. Now, you were holed up in just a nicer looking castle, being told to sit and behave. The current Queen would never be treated with such disrespect. You were just a nice decoration for the Royal family to use at their discretion.

You felt a hand on yours that jolted you from your thoughts. You lifted your eyes to see Jin, looking at you with concern on his face. “Are you alright, dear? You’ve gotten rather pale,” he said.

A sigh escaped you as you turned your head back out to the grounds below. “I’m fine, thank you,” you offered as you adjusted your skirts, a nervous habit that you’d picked up.

“Y/N,” he said in a soothing tone before squeezing your hand gently. “Are you alright? Ever since we got into the carriage you’ve been distant... I don’t know why they brought us here but-”

The door opened and Jimin rushed in, distress evident in his features. Your party jumped at the intrusion, Namjoon even placing his hand on his sword in a warning position. Jimin disregarded everyone as he approached you, taking your hands and kneeling to the ground before you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why are you here, are you alright?” he asked, touching your cheek and scanning your body for any signs of injury. You placed your hands on his and pulled them away from your frame. Jimin tried to hide his hurt expression, but you caught the tick in his jaw.

“I’m alright, you seem to be more upset than I,” you commented.

“Then what are you doing here? I can’t figure out why you’d be here...” He trailed off, looking towards his guards in confusion.

“The Queen sent her here, your majesty,” Namjoon said, a dark expression passing over his face. Jimin looked to you then to Namjoon, standing.

“Did my mother send anything with you?” he asked, looking towards your traveling companions with interest.

“Only a verbal message, sire,” Yoongi said, approaching. “It was as follows: There was a sighting, roughly twenty miles from the palace walls. They’re becoming bolder, take Y/N to Jimin and keep her there until I’ve sent someone to collect them.”

Jimin swallowed thickly.

“Her majesty sent Y/N-”

“Lady Y/N, Namjoon, don’t be rude to your future Queen,” Jin reminded.

“Excuse me your highness, Lady Y/N was sent here by the Queen so she know you and her are both safe,” Namjoon explained.

“Safe,” Jimin started. “Safe from what?” He looked towards Jin with hopes of an answer, but Jin simply shook his head and looked out the window.

Jimin seemed to take his silence as an answer.

“Is she positive?” Jimin asked, looking at his friends for confirmation. Namjoon and Yoongi both nodded their heads, causing Jimin to rub his face in concern. “What did Hoseok say?”

Hoseok? Who was Hoseok?

“He was the one who made the suggestion to the Queen to have Lady Y/N moved here. He’ll want a word with you the moment he returns,” Namjoon stated.

“Who is Hoseok?” You asked, looking around for an answer, although everyone else seemed less interested in your questions.

“If Hoseok had her moved then it must be serious,” Jimin noted, the other men agreed.

“As wild as he can be, he is no fool,” Jin stated.

“Why are they becoming so unruly, thirty of my archers couldn’t hit them... And these are some of my best men,” Yoongi growled in displeasure.

“Why am I here?” you asked, directing the question towards Jin hoping for an answer. However, you were snubbed again. Frustration bubbled in your throat.

“Perhaps we need to instill the old ways again, that was the best way of dealing with an outbreak in the past,” Namjoon suggested. Jimin shook his head. The frustration quickly turned to rage that boiled in your chest like a pot left to simmer. They were acting as if you weren’t even there. Just a women, you couldn’t possibly understand. Too much for a lady.

“We need to inform Taehyung and his guards. We also need to have Hoseok return as soon as possible,” Jimin ordered. Yoongi made a note and the four-way conversation continued.

“May God be with us all, Jin said, looking at the table with grim feature.

“Excuse me?” you said, wanting to ask a few questions, just so you had a better handle on the situation at hand.

“Just a moment, Y/N,” Jin silenced you.

“But I’d really like to-”

“Please have patience,” Jin cut you off again.

“But-”

“My Lady, please,” Yoongi intervened.

“I would like-”

“Y/N let us think,” Jimin spoke up.

“NO!” You screamed, standing up so hard that your chair fell backwards with the force of your outburst.

The room went silent and all of the men looked at you in shock. Women weren’t supposed to speak out of turn against anyone, especially not men. Even more so, their husbands.

“Y/N, sit down, please,” Jin whispered, taking your hand.

“No,” you said again, ripping your hand from his. “I’m tired of sitting here like a doll with no opinion. I have a right to know what’s going on in this Kingdom. Who are these people you are talking about? Why has the Queen had me moved here? Who is Hoseok? What the hell is going on?!” You shouted. Your chest was heaving from anger...

Your rage had unfortunately gotten the better of you. You knew you shouldn’t have spoken out against them, but you were the future Queen, you have a duty.

“Y/N, I didn’t want to tell you because the stress wouldn’t be good for your health. I know how fragile you can be,” he attempted to sooth you. However, he did the exact opposite.

“Fragile? You think me to be fragile? If I am so fragile, easy to break, then why am I being trusted with this Kingdom? If I am so fragile, then I surely cannot bear young for you. What is my purpose to you if I am so fragile, you majesty,” you growled the last statement.

Jimin was shocked to say the least. No one had ever spoken to him like this. He wasn’t sure if he liked it either. You were his wife, were you allowed to speak to him that way? Dare you speak to him that way?

“Y/N, you don’t need to concern yourself with this,” he dismissed you. A scoff came from your mouth before you could stifle it.

“My Lady please, enough,” Jin warned.

“No one listens, no one ever has,” you whispered, a single tear dripping down your cheek. Jin quickly stood up and wiped your tear away, not before Jimin saw, however.

“My dear, this has all been a lot for you. Let’s go for a walk, clear your head and get some air?” Jin asked, approaching you.

“No,” you said softly. “I want to be alone, since that's all I’m ever going to be,” you breathed, accepting the truth for what it was.

“Y/N, be reasonable,” Jin tried, reaching for your hand.

“Don’t touch me,” you snarled. Jin shyed back as you walked towards Jimin and stood before him. “If you truly don’t think I need to know, then I can accept that. But imagine if I was pregnant, with your child,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach. “Would you tell me then? I implore you, think about it,” you said, before walking out of the room and down the stairs. Leaving the men bewildered.

---

Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes away from his hand while everyone discussed in the large banquet hall. The way you spoke out against him was absolutely disrespectful. However, your statement had adhered to his train of thought. He would’ve told you everything if you were pregnant. Because he would’ve been worried for the child inside of you. But what about you? You were still a person as well... His wife and the future Queen. The mother of his future child... Hopefully...

You were right, you needed to know.

“Your majesty, are you alright?” Namjoon asked, looking towards Jimin, worried.

“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Please, proceed,” he said. But he knew he was wrong.... He owed you an apology.

---

The night air blew across your face calmly as you lead out over the railing of your balcony. The moon shone over the land, making you smile softly as the familiar sight brought peace to your tormented soul.

A large forest was to the west of the grassland before the palace, and you longed to go outside and run around in the moonlit forest of the night. A dream of yours from childhood you carried into adulthood. You could see it, the way the moon made the leaves on the trees turn silver and how time seemed to stop. There were no responsibilities, just you and nature. You and freedom...

“I like seeing you smile.”

Jimin’s voice carried, causing you to turn around. You were only in your night dress and a robe, hardly appropriate attire to be seeing him in.

“Thank you your majesty,” you said in a cold tone. Jimin winced at the name and came forward out onto the balcony with you.

“I need to apologize to you,” he started. “Although, you were also wrong for speaking out against your Prince and husband... I see that I have upset you greatly, and you gave me much to think about,” he began, leaning against the railing with you.

“I’m sorry for speaking out, I should have broached the subject with more tact... However, I let my anger get the better of me... Not very becoming of a future Queen,” you said, biting your lip. Unconsciously you began to fidget with the skirt of your night dress, causing it to pull up your leg slightly.

“I accept your apology, now I have much to apologize for,” he said, turning to you. You turned as well, facing him. “I haven’t been the most attentive husband, and I will regret that in the coming future. But I don’t wish to continue the way we have been... It feels as though we are walking on thin ice when near each other, I feel this is due to not knowing one another... At least, not as much as a husband and wife should,” he began.

As much as a husband and wife should...? Does he mean? He wants to become intimate with you? So soon?

“I agree,” you said, pulling on your skirt a bit more.

Jimin was slightly shocked. He thought you were going to put up another cold front in his face when trying to broach the subject of becoming closer. He really did want to know everything about you, it was the least he could do.

“Really? You wouldn’t be uncomfortable doing so?”

“No, quite the contrary. We should have discussed this sooner,” you stated. Jimin nodded and took your hands.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so cold towards you. It wasn’t my intention to push you away. I’ve never been good with, uh, women. I’d like to be friends with you, and if not friends, then allies. I want - no - I need you on my side, always,” he stated.

“You’ll have me on your side. It’s a sensitive topic to discuss. I didn’t want to push it, distance was expected,” you reassured.

“I’m so glad you aren’t upset with me... I’ve been fretting about it,” he mentioned. Of course he was worrying about it. Producing an heir was no small feat. There was a lot that went into it. Besides him into you.

“There’s no need to worry about it, we’ll do this together,” you affirmed, squeezing his hands in yours. Jimin smiled brightly. You were taken off guard for a moment. In the time you’d been with Jimin, you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen that look on his face. He eyes seemed to disappear into two little moons... Much like the moon you love so dearly. You came to the conclusion that you loved that look on Jimin’s face.

“I’m elated that you feel that way,” Jimin said, relief evident in his voice.

Although, now what did you do? Certainly you don’t make the first move... Do you?

“So, shall we... get to bed?” you asked, looking towards the room with anxiety. Jimin nodded and began heading back inside. You followed, a chill running down your spine for a moment.

Quickly, you turned and looked towards the forest. A flash of orange light disappeared into the darkness of the night. Jimin noticed you still on the balcony, coming back out to collect you. His hand on your lower back startling you.

“Oh!” You gasped, turning and bumping into his front. Jimin’s hand relaxed on your back, a calm grin coming over his face.

You lost time for a moment. The moon’s silvery beams cascaded over his shoulders, bathing him in starlight that took your breath away.

Jimin was equally affected. The cool air of the night had brought a blush to your cheeks and your eyes gleamed in the bright tones of the night. A churning sensation pulsed in his stomach, and confusion bit at his throat. He needed to get away to gather himself.

“You’ll catch a cold out here, come inside dear,” he insisted, pushing you back towards the bedroom. You snuck another glimpse over your shoulder, before relenting and going back inside the room.

Jimin latched the windows, preparing to close the curtains as well.

Your clothes were just in the way, should you take them off? Or should you wait and let Jimin disrobe you...? Did Jimin even want you naked for this?

This was your first time, you didn’t know the proper etiquette for the situation. It certainly couldn’t be Jimin’s first time. A hot-blooded man? A virgin? You didn’t want to make yourself laugh at this moment.

He was preparing to turn around. What if he was expecting you naked by that time?

Panic rushed through you. Quickly, you disrobed. Your dressing gown falling to the floor, your night dress soon following after.

“Well, I’m going to take my leave for the night- uh... Y/N...?”

You shut your eyes and tensed up, trying to keep your hands from covering yourself.

The room was deathly quiet. You could hear a pin drop, the curtains shift, the sound of your heart thrumming in your chest.

Why wasn’t he doing something? Shouldn’t he be taking the lead on this?

“W-Well?” You asked.

Jimin was floored. So many thoughts running through his head. Your breasts looked so soft and supple, skin smooth and shining in the candle light. Your lips were red from your teeth worrying them. You were nervous... It was obvious to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, more confused than anything.

“What do you mean? Y-you’ve been talking about making an heir tonight, correct? That’s why you came in?”

Jimin shook his head frantically. “No! No no, my dear. Like I said, I came to apologize for my behavior earlier in the evening. However, you began to agree with me so I assumed we were thinking of similar situations. I’m sorry if I made you believe otherwise,” he stated.

“So, you don’t want to, uh, make an heir tonight?” you confirmed.

“Right now isn’t the best time to bring a child into the world It wouldn’t be safe, not yet...” Jimin said, a dark look casting over his face.

Embarrassment flooded you, causing you to drop to the floor in an attempt to gather your clothing back. Trying to save a shred of dignity.

You heard the floorboard creak and you winced at the sound. Had he decided against his statement? His urge for you growing too much.

Warmth enveloped you, causing you to open your eyes. Fabric cascaded down your body, covering your maidenhood with silk. You looked up and stared at jimin in confused. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He looked tired, very tired. You wrapped the robe around yourself in a hurried manner before moving to sit next to him.

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke. “Jimin,” you said, using his name. “I need answers,” you demanded.

“I suppose you do,” he concede, lifting his head from his hands. “Y/N, I’m going to tell you everything, but in return I want something from you,” he asked, turning to look you in the eyes.

“It depends on what I am promising?” Jimin gave a soft smile at your response.

“Promise you’ll be patient with me and support me where you can. I need you to be with me in this life. If you can do that, I’ll do whatever I can for you in return,” he pledged.

You sighed and took his hands, placing them in your lap. You were silent, simply holding his hands. “Jimin, I made those promises when I married you. Don’t fear, for I will always be by your side. In this life, and even the next if the stars permit. You aren’t a bad person, I feel as though fate brought us together for a reason... For what I don’t know, but I’m not one to question fate. But I beg of you, tell me the truth,” you said.

“They were people once,” he began. “However, darkness has made a place inside of their souls. The practice of black magic has been outlawed in the Kingdoms for years, however they still manage the heinous act. Slaughtering and stealing to appease their demonic suppliers. You see, black magic has a price... It must always be fed, never stopping or slowing down, for risk of punishment. There is always a price that must be paid at the end, no one escapes it either. These people, things rather, always hunger for more. It’s a ravenous appetite that never seems to be quenched. My great grandparents found a way to appease their voracious hunger at first, although eventually they craved more than what the Royals would give.”

“Namjoon said something about the old ways, is that what he was talking about?”

“He was speaking of the appeasement my great grandparents practiced. However if it stopped working over sixty years ago, I doubt it would keep them at bay now. My great Grandfather took his best men into battle and slaughtered them. Hardly any of them were left alive... And if they were, they were sent to the church to be dealt with. After that, it seemed as though our toils were over. Until this afternoon when you arrived here. They must know my father is ill. They are sick and vile beings, praying on the weak and elderly. They are far too cowardly to attack someone stronger than themselves.”

“Jimin,” you start. “You call them, they. Do they have a name?”

“We call them the forsaken. They have been abandoned by us, by God, by their own mothers in the forest beyond the Kingdom. Now, my mother sends word that there have been sightings of them near our palace. The walls surrounding my home, our home. They are supposed to keep us safe, and yet my mother sends you here... For protection. Something terrible is coming, my dear, they are coming. We aren’t ready for them, but, for right now... There is peace, and I am going to cling onto that peace until there is nothing left for my nails to dig into... I want so desperately to tell you that there is nothing on this planet that can harm you, but that is a fools promise. However, I can promise you this,” he said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You are my wife, and my future Queen. I want you to be happy with me. I don’t ever want you to do something because you feel an obligation to do so... What you said earlier about carrying our child made me think. I would have told you, but I realize you are more than just a means to produce a child... You are your own person and I want to take care of you... And I want to be happy with you,” he whispered the last part. You felt a small smile make it’s way to your lips.

“Jimin?” you tried, wanting him to look at you. Once his eyes met yours you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. He gave a soft grin and looked down to his knees. “I want us to be happy together as well. And I think that is highly possible. You are not a bad person, as I said before. Trust me, and work with me. Tell me the truth always. And believe in me, forever,” you said.

Jimin nodded. “That seems more than reasonable. But,” he said, raising to his feet. “It’s been a long day for you, and for me. So, I am going to retire for the evening,” he announced, heading towards the door.

You launched up so fast you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his wrist. Jimin looked down to your hand then to your face.

“You don’t have to go,” you said. “We’re married, it’s more than appropriate for us to share a bed,” you said with a blush on your cheeks.

“For confirmation sake, we are just sleeping, correct?”

You laughed lightly. “Yes, just sleeping,” you confirmed. You crawled into bed and pulled the covers back and buried yourself in their warmth. You heard Jimin removing his clothes, surely a peak would be alright?

Over the covers you peaked at your husband. He still had his pants on, but he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You watched as more of his skin was revealed to you. It felt wrong, but you couldn’t help but stare. It was the first time you’d seen a man in this state of undress.

Eventually, Jimin came to bed. Clad in a dressing gown and some underclothes he got into the other side of the bed.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, you couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Jimin,” you said quietly.

“Yes?” you hear him answer back.

“You can touch me, I won’t be offended or uncomfortable...”

“Um...”

“Of course you don’t have to either, I don’t want either of us to be uncomfortable in this situation. It is all rather new and I don’t want to push any sort of boundaries that we might-oh!”

Jimin had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his front, encasing you in a blanket of warmth.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his breath sending goosebumps raging across your skin. You nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment. “Good night, Y/N... Thank you for trusting me,” he said.

“Thank you for telling the truth,” you said, voice wavering.

Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and the night and promise of sleep lured you into the waiting darkness...

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 VI

Sorry that I am a slut for this story. 

Please enjoy?

I DON’T OWN THE GIF!!!

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (kinda sorta riskay beach fun), drama, action

Words: 7,638

“A holiday?” you asked as you and Jungkook walk down the corridor near the barracks one morning. Jungkook nods quickly, smiling in childlike delight.

“Yes, there’s a palace by the sea that his Majesty and Jimin went to every end of summer. He hasn’t gotten to go for the past few years as his father’s health took a turn, but now there’s a chance that he could go again. But he’d never unless prompted by you, my Lady,” he stated.

“Are you asking me, in this time of turmoil, to drag my husband to a palace that may or may not be safe for a holiday? Near the ocean?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we’d all go with you and ensure your safety no matter the consequences for us but-”

“Would there be swimming involved?” you asked, trying not to sound too giddy at the prospect.

“Absolutely, my Lady,” Jungkook grinned.

“Well,” you started, rubbing your chin. “I guess I could use my persuasive skills to get Jimin to leave here for at least a week.”

“I have every faith in you, my Lady,” Jungkook bowed before heading out to the training field.

You waved and watched him leave before smiling to yourself. A beach! A holiday near the ocean! Excitement coursed through your being. Swimming in the river near your childhood home had been one of your favorite pastimes after sneaking past your jailer of a mother.

The soft sound of the water trickling past, the feeling of the cool liquid moving across your skin. It soothed you like no other, and it could prove for some fun in this slightly melancholic castle. Jimin had been starved of fun the past few weeks, seeing as how his coronation is getting closer and soon he will be in charge of an entire kingdom.

Then there is something to do about that pesky witch that has been trying to kill you...

“You seem to be deep in thought,” a voice echoed through the hallway. You turned sharply on your heel and stood face to face with Hoseok. Your blood ran cold at the sight.

The man who brought news of the Forsaken taking over villages to the south, and the news that your death needed to be swift. It didn’t help that your introductions hadn’t gone very well either...

You were at breakfast the morning after your incident. Everyone was jovile and happy around the table. Jimin making jokes, Jungkook and Taehyung being children as per usual. Namjoon and Father Jin were in a deep discussion about something very interpersonal. It was far too early for that in your mind, but they seemed entertained enough. Even Yoongi had made it for the meal that morning. Something that Jungkook and Taehyung said was unheard of.

You were plating up your food went the room went silent.

“Is this your bride, Jimin?” Hoseok’s voice was cold. Taehyung stood and so did Namjoon.

“Yes, Hoseok, I’d like you to meet Y/N,” Jimin said, standing up and placing his hand on your chair. Biting your lip you kept your head down. Suddenly your food wasn’t that appetizing.

“She’s still alive is she?”

“Hoseok!”

“Brother, that’s enough,” Namjoon said, moving towards him.

“I’m sure she’s already aware of her standing, you’ve no doubt told her everything,” he commented.

“Please, join us for breakfast,” you offered the seat next to yours. Hoseok raised a brow before scowling at you.

“Are you aware of the destruction and agony that is being spread because of your still being alive?” he snarled. You pressed yourself against the back of the chair.

“Enough, that’s not her fault,” Taehyung demanded.

“We’ve done things a certain way for years. Once she’s dead, the line is done. She’s the last one. Highness, she is the last one of the damned bloodline. The witch will leave us alone once she’s gone!” Hoseok cried.

“If you think that a horrid woman such as that would leave us alone, after all the tormenting she’s done throughout the years, because of her death... Then you are a fool, Hoseok,” Father Jin declared. Hoseok chuckled softly before grabbing an apple that sat on your plate.

He bit into the red flesh of the fruit and marveled at its sweetness.

“I’ve just spent weeks, fighting with those damned Forsaken... Watching women, children and good men die because of her. Hundreds of women more beautiful, more intelligent and more worthy wait to be your bride, Highness. This mere farm girl, is she truly worth all this suffering?”

A sob broke from your throat as you stood taking the verbal abuse.

He was right...

“Hoseok! That is enough,” Jimin growled. Hoseok raised his eyebrows and then sighed.

“Terribly sorry, my Lady,” he sneered, before waltzing off. The sound of the crisp apple ringing in your ears.

And now, he stood before you... Alone...

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“My Lady,” he bowed slightly. You tried not to scoff, it was an insult.

“Is there something I can do for you, Hoseok?”

He smiled before pinning you against the wall, knife at your throat and his hand covering your mouth. Frightened tears sprung to your eyes. You wanted to wipe at them, but his strength was unmatchable. You swallowed and felt the sharp edge of the weapon graze your tender flesh.

“I simply want for you to be aware of how easily I could kill you. The only reason you are alive right now is because the Prince would no doubt hang me for your murder. And right now, I still have a purpose for my life. But once that purpose is fulfilled, you will die,” he snarled. “I won’t let one life stand in front of thousands of others.”

You huffed behind his palm, struggling to breath. He wasn’t lying, or merely trying to scare you. He meant every single word coming from his mouth. However, his words were not was chilled you to your very bones. No, his eyes were what made your knees tremble and heart clench.

They held so much fear... and a frightened man was capable of many dangerous things. If anyone found the two of you like this, he would no doubt be locked up for a few months. Lose his standing with the court and much more, however here he was...

“Now you can scream and cry to Jimin if you so desire, but I will find you no matter the distance. Because I care for the people you think so lowly of. Unlike you I grew up with nothing, and I will go into the ground with nothing. So, do as you wish. Just remember, I decide when you die... because Jimin won’t do it himself.”

With that, he released you. You scrambled up and bolted down the hallways as fast as you could move. Your heart hammered in your chest so hard that you thought it would certainly burst.

Coming around a corner you collided with, none other than your husband.

Jimin had just come from a meeting to find you, and here you were.

“Y/N, I was just coming to find you. What is-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders tightly. Jimin stopped and felt your trembling form. He moved to question you, but you simply held on tighter.

“Don’t ask me, please,” you whispered. “Just hold me.”

Jimin nodded slow before wrapping you up in his arms. Letting the question sit on his tongue unasked.

* * *

That night you looked out over the field with mute interest. Jimin didn’t ask what had frightened you so, but you knew he was curious.

Hoseok hadn’t come near you, keeping his distance at dinner. However the mere sight of him had your heart pounding hard in your ears. Although he acted as if both transpired between you two. As if, just hours ago, he didn’t have a knife to your throat.

You felt warmth wrap around your waist.

Jimin pressed his head against your shoulder, keeping you locked in his arms. “I don’t know what happened, and don’t feel as though you must tell me. But you worried me, I thought someone had hurt you,” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to alarm you,” you apologized. Jimin shook his head, soft tufts of hair brushing your skin. It felt like a warm breeze caressing your neck.

Warm breeze...

The beach!

That’s what you wanted to speak with him about before Hoseok...

“Jimin?” You asked softly.

“Mmm?” He answered, obviously tired.

“I was thinking, perhaps we need a change in scenery,” you suggested. Jimin’s head popped up from the crook of your neck.

“What?”

“Well, it’s getting colder and autumn is almost in full here... but I just remembered I hadn’t gone swimming all summer. I adore the water, and-”

“You adore the water?” He asked, smiling at you.

You nodded back quickly. “Yes, I would sneak out all the time when mother was asleep to swim in the river,” you confessed.

“Naughty girl,” Jimin teased. You bit your lip and turned in his hold.

“Do you think we could go? To the ocean?”

Jimin sighed and seemed to think for a moment. “I don’t see why you couldn’t go for a week to our Palace on the Albion sea. It’s warm this time of year, should be perfect for swimming,” he promised.

You... Not we...

“I’m not leaving without you,” you said. Jimin huffed and let you go, walking to the railing.

“I have much to do before my coronation. Plans to make, people to meet with... a witch to kill,” he growled. You walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders too ease his anger.

“It’s too much stress on you, you’re going to make yourself collapse at this rate! For your own health, come with me,” you urged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling I would enjoy nothing more than traveling to the seaside with you, but I have responsibilities,” he reasoned.

“You know, I’ve never been one for those bathing gowns that women use to swim. I much prefer just discarding all the unnecessary fabric and swimming freely,” you grinned. Jimin tensed against you.

“Don’t start,” he warned.

“I’m merely stating a fact,” you said, removing yourself from him. “Well, if you’re certain you can’t go then I have no doubt that Jungkook and Taehyung would accompany me to the palace. For the week. Alone.”

Walking back to the bedroom you heard Jimin whisper, before quickly making stride with you.

“Perhaps I could have the advisors do the heavy lifting this week. After all, I haven’t been to the beach in ages as well,” he agreed.

You smiled, silently cheering in your head. “If you think they could manage,” you goaded. Jimin just shook his head and sighed in defeat.

“There’s no winning against you, my dear,” he chucked.

“I’d say my win is in our best interest,” you smiled. Jimin nodded before heading towards the bed. You turned to shut the balcony doors when you saw it... However small it was, fading against the darkness of the forest. Your eyes were not mistaken.

The same orange light from days ago...

* * *

Loading up the carriages had taken a majority of the morning.

Father Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi were staying to ensure that the Castle was protected in Jimin’s absence.

You hugged Father Jin tightly, knowing a week without him would be dreadful. He patted your hair, letting you hold him tight.

“Be good, I will be praying for your safety,” he whispered.

“I’ll be back,” you grinned. “But I can’t promise my behavior will be that of a Lady.”

Jin coughed and then let you go. “I will certainly be praying,” he sighed.

You waved to Yoongi as you climbed into your carriage. Hoseok gazed at you, making your heart stutter painfully. You hadn’t told Jimin, and you didn’t intend on it.

For now, you were safe.

Jimin pulled himself into the carriage beside you and shut the door quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be riding with you.

“Highness,” You tutted.

“Is it so wrong that I wish to accompany my wife?” He asked.

“You know that’s not the worry,” you reminded.

“It’s not a long trip, I’m confident that we can ride together,” he stated.

A knock came on the carriage door. Namjoons face greeted you as he looked in.

“Damn,” Jimin breathed.

“Your Majesty, I believe your carriage is the next one up,” Namjoon said. Jimin huffed and a pout made its way onto his face. You struggled to not giggle.

“I’m going to ride with my wife for this trip,” he said.

“Highness,” Namjoon warned.

Jimin groaned before turning to you. “Apparently I’m being called away, my dear. I'll see you in a few hours,” he said. Leaning close he place a soft kiss to your lips.

You froze in shock. Jimin had been incorporating small displays of a affection to you since your incident. Gentle hugs, soft kisses. It was wonderful...

Letting your mind wander you found your hand gripping his sleeve. Jimin smirked against your mouth before pulling away. Your cheeks stained pink and lips wet, you were incredibly enticing.

“Y-you know, a few hours will be an awfully long time without you,” you breathed. Your husband grinned, pressing his head against yours.

“Shall I give you plenty to think about while I’m gone?”

Jimin leaned in once more, before someone cleared their throat. He stopped and found Namjoon standing outside the carriage with pink cheeks. You laughed and placed a sweet kiss to his face.

“I think I’ve got plenty to think about,” you grinned. Jimin sighed and moved away from your form.

“I can’t wait to walk along the ocean with you, I’ll see you in a few hours,” he murmured before opening the carriage door once more.

You smiled as Namjoon scolded the Prince as he walked towards his carriage. A chuckle escaped you as Jungkook approached your door. He knocked and you nodded for him to open.

“Would you mind if we shared the carriage, My Lady?” He asked.

“Not at all, please,” you said, gesturing to the seat across from you. Jungkook sat down and soon after, the vehicle jolted.

“Are you excited?” Jungkook asked a few minutes into the ride.

“More than you could know,” you breathed, watching as the castle became smaller behind you.

“Have you been to the ocean before?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’ve heard so many stories of its beauty I can’t believe I’m going.”

“I’m glad we could go... I’m not sure when Jimin will get to see it again,” Jungkook whispered. You looked and saw worry on the guardsman’s face.

“What troubles you?” You offered. Jungkook bit his lip and shuffled in his seat.

“His Highness... I’m worried once he is crowned King, that he’ll forget that he’s also many other things... not only a King, but an older brother. Friend and fellow man of arms... a husband,” he whispered.

“A father,” you noted. Jungkook coughed and then looked at your stomach in panic.

“My Lady, does Jimin know? We mustn’t let word of this travel you know, it’s already so volatile a situation-“

“Jungkook, Not now. But in the future, ease your frantic thoughts,” you laughed softly. Jungkook panted and rested his head back against the seat.

“My Lady I thought my heart was going to stop,” he huffed. You just smiled and shook your head.

This trip would be good for you.

All of you.

* * *

You awoke to Jungkook gently nudging your arm. “My Lady, we’ve arrived!” He announced.

Lifting your head you saw the setting sun, and a vast amount of open water. Your heart hammered in your chest at the sight. You were so entranced that you didn’t notice Jungkook’s departure. He went to clear his throat when Jimin appeared.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw the ocean... it feels like forever,” he breathed.

“It’ll be good for you to relax, Highness. I’ll help Namjoon with the luggage and horses. Why don’t you and Lady Y/N go inside to take tea?” Jungkook suggested. Jimin nodded and moved to help you out of the buggy.

“Darling, we’ve arrived,” Jimin said, reaching for your hand. You tore your gaze away from the breathtaking view of the ocean and leveled your eyes with his.

He was a vision in this moment.

Hair ablaze from the setting sun, his eyes sparkling in the burning light. He was reaching for you, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge how right this felt. To be here with him. You realized that it could be anywhere with Jimin and it could feel like this.

Because if he was there, at least you had him.

If everyone in the world abandoned you... except for him... the world would still shine just as bright. Because he was the sun in your eyes. The light of the day and promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The words you ached to say sat on the tip of your tongue as Jimin helped you out of your seat and onto the different terrain. Your shoes sunk slightly, making you lean on your husband for support.

“The ground is softer than at home, my dear. Be sure to not hurt your ankles,” he warned, wrapping your arm around his.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Jungkook suggested we go for some tea, what do you think?” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Sounds enjoyable. But I think I’d prefer some coffee,” you jested. Jimin laughed and lead you towards the castle entrance.

It was so different than the other castles you’d been in while with Jimin.

The Palace of the Kingdom was bigger and of a deeper color stone. Almost black with age, holding an antique air about it.

Taehyung’s castle was also different. Sharing similar type of architecture to the Royal Palace, but clearly newer and of lighter stonework.

However, this Castle was breathtaking. Almost pure ivory it gleamed in the setting sun. You were astounded by its brilliance, and you wondered if you could make this your permanent residence.

“It’s made from the sandstone from a quarry three days travel from here. It is said this castle pre-dates my ancestors rule. The locals of the village to the West call it a Sand Castle. Isn’t that humorous?” Jimin said as the doors opened for the two of you.

If the outside had impressed you, than the inside astounded you.

The most luxurious of fabrics hung from large windows that lined the corridor. Huge chandeliers with glittering gems dangled from the ceiling. You looked around and noticed the sunlight coming in through the glass panes like a flood of flames.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the beauty before you.

Jimin looked at you as you were bathed in the twinkling afternoon light. You were focused on the view before you, but Jimin thought you were easily more worthy of his attention.

Your hair flowing from your shoulders in delicate curls, cheeks twinges pink and the light of the sun warming your skin. The fabric of your dress shifting in the glow of the atmosphere around you.

Everything about you was enthralling, and he couldn’t believe you were real. Standing before him wearing a ring that bound you to him for life.

Even though you’d gone through so much as a child. Being told you were meant for him from a young age. Not being allowed outside often and being punished when you weren’t absolutely perfect. Withstanding the criticism of marrying into a society based on lineage, of which you had none.

Living through the torture of being alone in the palace. Relying on Father Jin and your own mental strength to continue on each day... staying with him even though he hadn’t been faithful or attentive.

Giving him so much love and affection. Being understanding of his situation, and working with him to get out of it all together.

Having a witch trying to murder you, and then coming back from it twice...

You were incredible in his eyes.

And more than perfectly suited to be his wife, his Queen...

The mother of his future children?

With you, the possibilities didn’t seem so daunting anymore. Because at the very least, you had each other.

Jimin wasn’t sure if what he felt for you was love, adoration or just comfort. Comfort in knowing that there was someone beside him, and that he wouldn’t be alone in his castle either.

“Come, let us get some coffee,” Jimin suggested, taking your hand and leading your towards the many corridors the castle had to offer.

You looked around in awe at the passing paintings and many windows that showed views of the ocean.

Everything here sparkled in the evening sun. You found yourself being dragged into a cute little parlor room that had been decorated with elegant turquoise satin.

The slipper sofa sat against the wall angled so whomever decided to rest there would see the sea in all its splendor. Jimin brought you to the glass French doors that sat encrusted with delicate gold lacing.

This Palace screamed elegance and luxury. Never in your life did you imagine being married to the Prince would bring you to a place of such glamour. You thought your life would be spent, locked away from the world. Bringing children into the world for the purpose of continuing the throne. But, life decided to give you the sweetest of apples instead of a sour lemon.

And he stood there, basking in the sight before him...

Your sweet apple.

“The ocean breeze is lovely this time of year, not too hot to cause you to perspire, but not so cold to give you a fever,” he sighed.

“I’m glad we could come,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded. “Me too... I remember playing down on the beach with Father,” he frowned. “Unfortunately, my father won’t ever be able to see this palace again. His state is far too feeble to travel. It pains me to know his last memories here are fleeting ones from my childhood.”

You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Memories are still as such, I’m sure he doesn’t regret his time here with you and your mother. When we return to the Royal Palace, we will tell him of the fun we had here. And he’ll remember his memories here with you. I know when I’m old and weak in my bed, I’ll remember this place with such fondness,” you assured. Jimin brought you close and held you in his arms. Your words were so sure, so full of attentive affection for him that it made his heart swell.

You were far too good for him. Someone who was willing to kill you in order for an old tradition to be fulfilled. In order to protect, but at what cost was that protection?

He wasn’t going to be trading lives.

Because you can start doing atrotricious things with those kinds of thoughts. Eventually, human life holds no value any more... Jimin didn’t want to turn into that. He wanted each life to be precious. To hold weight in a room and discussion. People weren’t merely pawns on a board for him to be the decider for. They had pathways to travel, and sometimes paths intertwined.

Like yours and his.

Paths intervening and changing, twisting into different directions no one ever thought they’d go. Jimin surely thought this marriage would be the worst part of his life. However, you were kind and good. Your heart pure and courage prevailing over his stubborn exterior.

Jimin was cradling you in his arms so carefully, you wondered what he was thinking... As if you were a precious memory to him already. Something tangible in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Gently brushing your fingers through the nape of his neck, you smiled as you finally felt like you weren’t alone.

* * *

It was incredibly dark...

So dark and you were running. Running so fast that you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. You had to move, and quickly.

Your stomach throbbed as you looked down, you saw the swell of a babe resting in your womb. You were panicking. Someone was trying to hurt you and your baby.

Fear drenched you like a cold fabric, clinging to your mind as you continued to run. You had to go faster, to get away from the danger. You didn’t dare turn to face said terror. Certainly your heart would fail if you did.

Suddenly, you tripped and landed on your side.

Pain erupted from your body and you lay still in the brush. You struggled to lift yourself up, being heavily pregnant. There was shouting, someone saying your name.

“Y/N! Darling, where are you!?”

It was Jimin!

“JIMIN! I’m here!” you cried, throat feeling sore and scratchy. Footsteps came quickly, then Jimin’s head of blonde hair greeting you.

“My darling, are you alright?” he asked, cradling your face. You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“They’re trying to catch me,” you whimpered, holding your stomach. Jimin examined your side and then moved to help you up.

“Hurry, this way my love,” he urged. You followed him blindly, moving towards the darkness. Jimin’s hand was cold in your own. But that didn’t matter, because he was here.

Your mind was delirious from exhaustion. You just wanted to rest, body aching from the fear and exercise.

Jimin lead you into a small hut in the woods, nothing like the palaces you’d grown accustom to. “Here, my darling,” he offered, helping you sit. You did so, gently easing yourself onto the bed in the corner of the one room.

“Jimin, she’s coming,” you whispered. He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. “She wants our baby,” you sobbed.

“I’d rather die than let that happen,” he swore to you, gripping your hand. You nodded and felt a sweet kiss go to your lips.

“Jimin, I love-”

“Gah,” Jimin gasped. You looked down and saw a blade protruding from his stomach. Jimin’s lips were stained red from his blood. He collapsed to the floor and there stood Hoseok behind him, blade dripping crimson.

“I warned you,” he whispered.

“Jimin!” you cried, falling to his side at once.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?” he asked, chest heaving with effort to inhale and exhale.

“Do what, my love?” you asked, applying pressure to his wound to keep him with you just a moment longer.

“Let me... kill you... Now we all suffer, because you are selfish... Not only me, but our child as well,” he rasped. Placing his bloodied hand on your stomach, he looked pained. However, not from his wound. “I’m sorry my child, I must go before you.”

“Jimin, please! You promised me we’d do this together! You promised!”

The room went dark and you heard sharp cackling from all angles. As if you were being suffocated by the sound. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you felt a deep contraction in your stomach.

Were you going into labor?

“W-Who’s there?”

“She who has been betrayed by you, and those before you...”

The voice was like ice drilling into your skin. Sheer terror erupted from your frame as you tried to find a way out. To get away, to be safe.

“My darling...”

Jimin’s voice whispered.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?”

“Jimin, please where are you?” you begged.

“Enjoy these moments, my sweet. Because they will be fleeting in the end, and so will your life. Fleeting, and ending soon... Sweet dreams, Y/N...”

* * *

You awoke screaming.

Jolting awake in bed you felt tears burning in your eyes. You throat was raw and you couldn’t stop your trembling.

You couldn’t stop screaming, the fear and that voice... It was still in your mind and it wouldn’t leave. Only you screaming kept it at bay.

Jimin flew up in his position beside you in a flustered mess. “Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you and tried to comfort your cries. You held your head and tried to get the damned voice from your mind. All you wanted to do was drift into blackness, somewhere the sound of the ice wouldn’t follow.

“Shh, my darling, shhh,” Jimin spoke right in your ear. You froze and stopped howling in fear. Jimin rubbed your back and you turned to look at him. His eyes were bleary with sleep and he was exhausted.

“J-Jimin?” you asked, looking at his lips.

They were slightly pink and chapped from sleep... But there was no blood.

“I’m right here,” he assured, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh God,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

A strong cage locked around your waist. Jimin was holding you to him as you cried. All you could see was him on the ground with blood pouring from his wound. The mere thought of it made you want to gag. You moved away from his and held his face, checking for wounds. You moved your hands over his body, making sure that he was alright.

“He stabbed you,” you whispered, pressing your hands against his stomach. Jimin looked at your shaken form next to him, and he felt so helpless.

“Who, my darling?” he asked, holding your hand gently.

“He who wishes for my end,” you whispered.

“MY PRINCE? LADY Y/N? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT IN THERE? WE COULD HEAR SCREAMS FROM THE BARRACKS!”

Jungkook’s voice echoed from behind the door.

“We’re alright Jungkook! A nightmare plagued her, go back to sleep. I will soothe her,” Jimin called back.

“OF COURSE HIGHNESS! REST ASSURED LADY Y/N! WE WILL PROTECT YOU WITH OUR LIVES!”

The image of all those you’ve come to care for, bloodied and unresponsive on the floor flashed before your eyes. You tightened your grip on Jimin, unwilling to let go of him for even a moment.

“Y/N, what did you dream about?” Jimin asked, brushing a hand down your spine.

“The witch...”

Jimin’s face grew dark. “She won’t come near you, not if I have anything to do about it.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t need to... Maybe, it would be easier if I-”

“Hold your tongue, you will not utter that sentence,” Jimin warned.

“Jimin-”

“I won’t have it!” Jimin cried. “No! She doesn’t get to win, I won’t allow her to. For once, I’m happy. For once, I feel like I have someone who will listen to me not because I’m a Prince, but because you care about my feelings... I don’t want to lose my only support I’ve ever had... I also, don’t want to lose my future Queen... Most importantly, I can’t lose someone whom I’ve only just began to uncover,” he panted.

“Jimin, all of these people... And those not even born yet,” you swallowed thick. “All of them are at risk because of me. I can’t sleep with their lives on my conscience.”

“We’ve bent to her will for far too long. Father Jin is correct. If we believe your death would stop the years of heinous torture she’s procured, then we are truly the fools. I won’t let her win,” Jimin promised, wrapping his hand around yours.

A sour taste was left in your mouth as you discovered your defeat.

Jimin noticed your uneased and lifted your hands from your lap in into his own. “Y/N?” he asked, lifting your hands so you were palm to palm before your faces.

“Yes?” you responded softly.

“Do you know what the bands on our fingers mean?” he asked, pushing his ring finger against yours softly.

“That we are married, bound together by God and-”

“Not only that, darling... But we have duties to one another. I as your husband, and you as my wife. We can’t fulfill those duties to one another if you’re dead. I’m not through with you yet,” Jimin teased. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“You need to rest,” he urged, laying you down gently.

“I can’t sleep,” you whimpered. “That dreaded voice... It will follow me.”

“I’ll sing to you then, until you are asleep,” Jimin whispered.

You bit your lip before nodding. Jimin began to hum a simple lullaby, something you remember your own father singing to you as a fitful child.

The nostalgic melody swirled in your brain, and soon you were drifting back to sleep...

* * *

The following days passed in a blur. You were haunted by your nightmare, making you nearly unable to enjoy the ocean and the beautiful sights Jimin was enthralled with. You tried so hard to make sure that he came here with you, and now you were acting disinterested in everything he suggested!

What a horrible wife...

You did manage to go with him to the small village and meet with a couple people of the Council there. They cooed over your beauty and Jimin simply brushed it aside. The people here were known for loving luxury and holding things of beauty and grace to the highest standard.

But, they were kind and showed great amounts of hospitality.

While on your excursion, Jimin managed to get you to smile and laugh with him while exploring the woods.

He remembered you mentioning that you were a bit of an adventurer back in your childhood. Of course, Jungkook and Namjoon weren’t thrilled by the idea of you both running off into the woods unattended and quickly found you and redirected your adventuring to the city streets.

Returning back to the castle on the final night was bitter sweet.

You hadn’t been able to go swimming the entire time you were there due to high tides and a little storm that passed through two days prior.

However, tonight the water was calm...

You slipped on your silk nightdress and some slippers in the moonlight. Jimin was sound asleep in your bed. He’d gone out hunting with Jungkook and Namjoon that morning and came home dead tired.

Careful as to not disturb him, you pulled open the door and made your way down the stairs.

The castle was silent at night, not even the sound of animals outside were there to fill the deafening silence. But you heard the call of the ocean.

The gentle waves crashing on the shore sang out to your deprived heart as you quickly made for the beach.

Climbing over the large rocks and treacherous dips and sharp angled stones your heart began to race.

When was the last time you’d been swimming? Had it been so long that the sensation of climbing over such dangerous areas now filled you with fear? A spray of sea water hit you in the face and you stood in awe of the beauty. You couldn’t believe how thrilled you were to feel the ocean.

Water of any form called to you in such a way you couldn’t explain.

Dropping onto the damp sand you removed your slippers and tossed them aside.

The waves pushed and pulled against the shoreline, dampening the sand present. The moon and stars glimmered against the water like gemstones in jewelry. Although this sight was worth so much more than mere money.

Just being able to stand here, and witness nature... It filled you with so much gratitude. You were thankful to be alive so that you could experience things like this. To feel the water rushing over your toes and making you giggle.

Walking into the water you felt it encasing your legs. The temperature was pleasant if not slightly chilly. The weather was turning colder up north, so no doubt the same was occurring here. But for now, the water was perfect. Looking down you saw your nightdress darkening with the water.

You quickly dove under the waves, feeling the liquid caress your body and fill your heart with such joy. Breaking the surface you pushed your damp hair away from your face. Placing your head back in the water you looked at the bottom with interest.

However, soon your eyes began to sting because of the salt in the water. You pouted as you rubbed your eyes. The river never had that kind of effect on your eyes.

“I might like the river better,” you muttered, splashing the ocean in punishment.

“You know, it didn’t get to choose whether it wanted to be salty or not,” a voice carried through the night air.

You jumped and turned quickly to cover yourself.

Jimin stood on the shore, his arms crossed as he watched you.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, biting your lip in embarrassment. This was incredibly unladylike.

“I heard you leave the room. I was curious as to where you were going, so I followed behind you,” Jimin stated. You heard a small amount of anger in his voice, something that confused you.

Until you thought of why you’d be leaving in the middle of the night without telling your husband. A smirk grew on your face. “Did you think me to be having an affair?” you questioned, laughing at the end. Jimin flushed and quickly rubbed his neck.

You knew it.

“Of course I wouldn’t think so lowly of you,” he stated.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jimin,” you accused. Jimin huffed and crossed his arms in defiance.

“I am not jealous,” he declared.

“Surely not, I a merely jesting with you,” you chuckled. Jimin scowled.

“Don’t make me remind you whom you married,” he warned.

“You needn’t remind me, I always know who I married,” you smiled, brushing your hair from your face, flashing him your ring.

“You had better,” he stated. You shook your head before walking closer to shore.

“Would you like to join me?” you asked, walking just close enough for your dampened nightdress beginning to show. Jimin bit his lip and cleared his throat.

“I think you should come out of the water, you’ll catch a cold,” he coughed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you certain you wish for me to get out? These are my night garments, and there is nothing underneath this dress,” you warned. Jimin went slightly pale before glaring at you.

“That’s it,” he growled. Pulling his shoes off he stormed towards the water. You squealed before quickly swimming away from him.

“I was only teasing!” you cried from laughter, watching as Jimin chased after you in the water.

“I’ll teach you to tease me!” Jimin yelled, amusement hidden in his tone.

You both waded through the water, evading and attempting to capture one another. Your face hurt from smiling and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so light and bubbly.

You tripped up over a rock and were sent tumbling into the water backwards. Jimin was quick to grab your hand and pull you close to his body. You were panting from pushing yourself through the different medium. Jimin was tired also, soft puffs of breath hitting your face.

“You’ve caught me,” you announced, smiling. Jimin blinked slow, gaze flickering from your eyes then lower.

“So I have,” he pants.

“Shall you take a prize for your capture?” you whispered.

“I think I might,” Jimin confirmed before leaning forwards and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back slowly. You’d never been kissed like this before. The only other time you recall having such a passionate kiss was when Jimin aided you with your lust potion.

His soft, plump lips worked against yours as he began to move backwards towards the shore. You followed blindly, letting the waves and your husband guide you from the water you so loved.

The two of you fell to the ground, Jimin landing in the sand on his back. You falling on to of his torso, legs hooked over his hips. He stared up at you, eyes lidded and lips slightly swollen from yours.

It was silent except for your harsh breathing and the waves behind you.

Jimin brought his hands to your damp thighs and rubbed warmth into them. You shuddered at his touch and smiled down at him.

His hair was wet from the water, his skin sparkling in the moonlight. His hands traveled higher until they were locked with yours as he sat up. Jimin looked at you, shining under the light from the sky.

He could feel something burning in his blood. As if he couldn’t keep his mind straight while looking at you. All he wanted was to kiss you, make you submit to him and to have you all to himself. It was incredibly selfish, but he wanted to lock you away for only his eyes to view. Only his lips to kiss.

Only his love to have.

“I’m-uh, I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now,” Jimin confessed, easing your hands around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed his forehead gently.

“Until you’re sure of your feelings, then we can stop. For right now, sitting under the starlight with you makes my heart fill with joy,” you smiled. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.

“The nightmares that plague you, I am worried for your health,” Jimin sighed into your skin. You shuddered at the sensation, and because of the nightmares.

They had only gotten worse while being here.

And everytime you got closer to Jimin, it was as if the nightmares punished you for feeling so elated when he held your hands. It was like not being able to be happy without fear of doom befalling you later on.

“I-I... I’m sorry they frighten you so,” you tried to soothe him. He chuckled and pulled your face away to look at you.

“I believe in this situation, I am supposed to be comforting you my dear.”

You shook your head. “No,” you stated. “I don’t want you to have to worry about something as trivial as nightmares. It’s a childish fear anyways.”

Jimin frowned at your statement. “If it frightens you, then I don’t think it is childish. Even grown men and women are allowed to be afraid... Fear isn’t something you can outgrow.”

You sighed and brushed your wet hair off your face. Jimin marveled at the sight, unconsciously taking a strand between his fingers. You watched as he twirled it around his fingers and it fell against your chest.

Jimin’s eyes followed the strand and he moved forward, moving you on your back. You stared up at him as he sat with his hips against yours and face hovering over your lips. “I know this one emotion well,” he breathed. “Desire.”

He brought his lips to yours again. You were powerless to his advances, becoming pliant under his hold. All you wanted to do was please the man atop you. If that meant giving him your maidenhood right here on this beach then you would do it.

Everything about him intoxicated you. He was like the sweetest of wine in the middle of summer’s heat. A refreshing burn that left you light in the head and weak in the knees. A vibrant blush on your cheeks.

Jimin hadn’t seen you in such a state of undress in a long while, and he almost forgot how beautiful you were without those suffocating gowns. He scowled at the thought of the corsets that he mentioned the last time you were intimate.

He found you wearing them less, however you obviously weren’t comfortable in your own skin yet. Jimin knew the feeling well. He never felt like he looked desirable. However, you seemed to be enjoying his body at the moment...

You mewled when he pushed his groin against yours while he shifted up to get a better angle to your lips. He broke away for just a moment to heave in a large breath of air before diving back into your deadly kiss.

This was him...

Giving up...

He knew now, anything you’d ever want he’d give it to you. As much jewels as you could carry. Enough drink and food to make you soft under his touch. As many dresses and clothing items to fill fifty closets.

As many children as you would bear for him.

All of it he would give to you, because this feeling in his heart was so strong. So pure that he didn’t want it to ever leave. It felt like a part of him; you had become a part of him.

Somewhere along the way, you had stitched yourself into his heart. And now losing you would no doubt kill him.

“Jimin,” you breathed, bringing him from his thoughts. He set his forehead against yours and panted on your lips.

“Yes, darling?”

“I-I think we should go inside,” you whispered. “We’re both damp from the water, we’ll catch our deaths out here. Perhaps a warm bath for us both?”

“Shall we share the water, Y/N?”

You squeaked and turned a bright shade of pink before shaking your head quickly. Jimin just laughed and brought you both to your feet. “It was merely a suggestion my Lady, however you are correct. If we stay out here much longer I don’t think that I will be able to keep you pure,” he huffed. You bit your lip before interlacing your fingers with his.

“Come, before the chill takes us,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded and ran off with you towards the castle.

Everything was perfect in this moment.

If only it could stay that way...

Into Eternity - Part VII

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

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

As always I don’t own the photo!

Pair: Jimin x Reader

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

Words: 4,879

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

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

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

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

Jimin was in a similar situation down in the baths.

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

“Fuck, fuck...”

He breathed into the humid air of the large space.

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

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

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

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

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

A coronation. A witch to murder.

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

A knock came on the door.

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

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

“Enter,” Jimin approved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was only one way to find out...

* * *

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

Jimin had been in the baths for a while.

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

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

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

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

No...

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

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

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

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning fast you wrapped your arms around his neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even with that, you could still-”

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

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

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

The man you were certain you loved.

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

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

Suddenly, Jimin was shoving you on the ground.

Hard.

“Ow! Jimin, what did I-”

“GAH!”

Jimin cried and held his arm tightly.

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

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

Pounding came on your door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s all they had to do...

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

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

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

“Damn it,” Namjoon growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And one for Namjoon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The entire village was decimated...

To get to you.

Jimin was shot in the arm...

That was intended to kill you...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart stopped at the mention of Namjoon...

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung grabbed Hoseok’s arms and attempted to pull him off you.

Your vision was blurring and you heard shouts from the otherside of the room. Suddenly, you were being dropped and you gasped air into your lungs greedily. You coughed and sputtered, trying to get your bearings on the floor.

“Hoseok that is your future Queen! This is treachery of the highest caliber!” Jungkook yelled.

“She isn’t even supposed to live to be our Queen! She’s supposed to die! Like all of the ones before her have! But here she stands, still alive. While hundreds of innocent lives are killed because of her!”

“Have you ever thought about her life!? The only thing she’s done was be born! What choice did she have in any of that!? She didn’t get a choice, Hoseok! So don’t act like she is choosing all of these deaths to happen. This is not her fault,” Jungkook yelled.

“But she’s choosing to live even after all the death and destruction that fall in her path. You are all so ignorant. The only reason she is alive now is because Jimin has taken a liking to her. If Jimin hadn’t said something on her behalf, she would be dead by this point,” the assassin sneered. “He just enjoys the company in his bed at night. A whore to fuck when he’s bored. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You winced on the floor and shook your head. “No... That’s not-true,” you rasped. Your throat ached and you knew it was going to bruise if it hadn’t started already.

“Oh, so he doesn’t enjoy your company? You’ve just latched on like a leech and haven’t let go have you?”

“Hoseok that is enough!” Taehyung demanded. “This is my palace, and you are my subordinate! Go to the barracks, Jungkook will deal out your punishment as he sees fit. As head of the Royal Guard I trust your judgement to be pure.”

Jungkook nodded and took Hoseok by the arm. But before they left Taehyung gripped Hoseok’s Jaw fiercely. “I swear to you, if I see you lay another hand on Lady Y/N, I will kill you myself. Just because you’re marriage was cut short, doesn’t mean everyone else’s has to be either,” Taehyung snarled.

Jungkook pulled a fuming Hoseok from the room and towards the barracks.

Taehyung kneeled besides you and helped you sit up against the wall. He tilted your head back and inspected the damage done. He hissed in disapproval and shook his head. “I’m so sorry that he did this to you... It’s not right, and I won’t stand for it.”

You shook your head. “He thinks what he’s doing is best for everyone. It doesn’t matter if one person doesn’t agree with him, or everyone agrees... He’ll still carry it out... He wants me dead, Taehyung,” you croaked.

“That doesn’t mean we’ll allow it. Please, don’t let his words infect your mind. You are a good person, and you deserve to have a life. Just because a witch cursed your bloodline doesn’t mean you have to fall victim to that destiny. Because we rule our lives, not somebody else,” Taehyung soothed.

A cough was heard in the hallway behind you. Taehyung turned to see Father Jin standing there with blood on his hands and robes. His face didn’t seem too panicked. “I finished removing and cleaning the Prince’s wound,” he announced.

You scrambled to your feet, leaning heavily on Taehyung but wanting to move forward. Jin gasped at your throat no doubt, moving forwards to assess the damage. You pushed away his hands, receiving a quirked brow. “How is he?” you asked.

Jin sighed and gave a weak smile. “He’ll be just fine. He lost a lot of blood, but if we feed him well and let him rest. He’ll be fine soon enough,” he assured.  

“Can I see him?” you begged. Jin shook his head with an incredulous laugh.

“You also need rest, my Lady,” he reminded.

“I won’t be able to do so unless I see him myself. Please, Father, I implore you,” you whimpered. Jin sighed and nodded his head.

“Please follow me,” he requested.

“I’ll have the maids prepare a bath and some fresh night clothes. Go see him, and I’ll fetch you later,” Taehyung informed.

“Thank you,” you said.

Jin took your arm and lead you towards the back section of the castle. The infirmary was up a few flights of stairs and with Jimin’s condition they didn’t want to jostle him too much. But the infirmary was more for soldiers that could still use their legs. The lower infirmary was smaller, but more accessible for the handicapped warriors.

Entering through a deep oak door you found Jimin lying in his bed, pale but breathing even.

Silent tears poured down your face as you crumpled to the floor next to him. Grabbing his good hand you brought it to your lips. “Thank the Gods you’re alright,” you whimpered.

The door behind you shut and you knew Jin had left you for some much needed privacy.

You throat ached already, but you couldn’t stop the sobs that came from your throat. You didn’t expect your night to go like this. You wanted to be wrapped in your husband’s embrace, body and mind together as you experienced one another bare.

Kissing his palm you brought his fist under your chin protectively. You wanted to keep him safe, and happy, away from all of this even if just for a night.

But even that wasn’t possible.

Because you couldn’t help who you were.

You were his undoing.

And he was yours...

Into Eternity - Part VIII

Oh shit, this beetch is back. 

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Words: 6,771

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

The picture isn’t mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head and cleared his throat.

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

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

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

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

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

Making a face of mock concentration you tapped your chin.

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

“Darling,” he warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room was silent.

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

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

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

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

“Please, my darling listen-”

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

“Y/N, please try to understand-”

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

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

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

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

Jimin stood with his hand covering his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What would this be?” Father Jin questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then send me with her,” Jimin pleaded.

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

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

“Send me with her,” Hoseok stated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Within the week?” Jimin croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know a place,” Hoseok stated.

“I’m wary,” Jimin stated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate this idea,” Jimin pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

The fabric in the room was cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You held your breath for a moment.

“I love you...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes my love,” he answered.

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

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

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

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

“On your honour then,” you laughed.

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

“Just me? Won’t you join me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was truly incredible.

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

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

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

Setting the soap down you went to remove your robe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No! No it’s fine,” you rushed.

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

“You know why,” you avoided.

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

“Perhaps you should come find out?”

Jimin froze at your tone.

Did you really just...?

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

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

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

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

“Jimin?” You raised a brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At your will, my love,” he agreed.

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

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

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

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

Into Eternity - Part X

As per usual I don’t own this picture.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

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

Warnings: None.

The ride in the cabin of the carriage was a long one. Your body was exhausted emotionally from everything you’d experienced in the day prior. 

Hoseok was quiet next to you, not even bothering to look at you or to attempt at conversation. The lack of interaction left you feeling empty and alone. You could barely remember the sensation of Jimin’s warmth against your body. Knowing that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a long while made your chest ache. 

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. You turned to Hoseok for answers, but he just got up and moved towards the door. Where you were was colder, air much harsher than where Taehyung’s castle was. Hoseok climbed out over you, making you nervous.

You now realized how alone you were. Jimin wasn't here to walk in and protect you this time. It had to come from you now, and you had a husband to wait for.

Hoseok stood outside of the carriage, holding his arm out expectantly. You swallowed your fear and took his hand, lowering yourself to the ground. A group of guards and villagers stood around, no doubt observing the proceedings. 

You walked out with your head held high, because you were Jimin’s wife. And more importantly, you were you. And that was something to be proud of regardless.

Hoseok guided you to a horse, holding your hips as you jumped up to get on. You’d been taught how to ride side-saddle, but you much preferred the usual astride.

However when you saw the saddle you knew your riding choice was restricted. Hooking your legs around the anchors and adjusting your skirts, you nodded to Hoseok.

He left you, climbing atop his horse with practiced grace. He looked to his men then to you. “My Lady, we will reach the castle by nightfall. However, it may start to snow. Are you prepared for that?” 

You nodded as someone brought you a thick, fur coat to drape across your shoulders. Latching the neck strap you readied yourself for the long ride ahead. 

As the horses took off, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Jimin.

You’d only been apart for perhaps a day, and it already hurt. Being away from him was proving to be much more difficult than you could’ve imagined.

The wind caressed your cheek and you thought of Jimin's warm palm doing the same. The water of a lake reminding you of his bright blue eyes. A soft rose in passing bringing your mind to your husbands sweet mouth. 

God you missed him.

You just hoped that he was alright, that he was eating and he was keeping himself healthy. Because you wanted him to return to you happy, safe and warm...

Even if it would take an eternity, you’d return to him once again.

---

Jimin stared down at the large stack of papers set upon his desk. 

New regulations, trade agreements, tariffs and other boring but necessary evils that he’d been taxed with. Taehyung had taken some of the burden, removing the one’s meant for his lands and his people. But over all they needed Jimin’s seal of approval in place of the King’s. 

Since Jimin and you had been relocated to Taehyung’s palace, his coronation had been halted as well. But that didn’t change the fact he was a son of the crown, and that crown came with duties. 

Laureliea was becoming pressured by Arcane, something that no doubt would result in skirmishes later on. Jimin shouldn’t have been so blunt to their Princess. But... The way she touched him made his skin crawl. All he could think about was how she was too warm, too soft. It disgusted him. 

His mind wandered to you, where you were and how you were doing. Looking out the window to the field you adored to gaze upon made his heart clench painfully.

A knock to his door made his eyes lift from their tired stare. “Enter,” he agreed.

Jungkook stepped through, the broach of Head Guard proudly blazing on his chest. Jimin sighed and leaned back. Jungkook approached him, setting more pieces of paper on his desk. “I hate to do this, Highness, but these do need urgent attention,” Jungkook stated.

“I’m sure they do,” Jimin whispered. 

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked, leaning back to rest his hands at his sides. Jimin looked off into the field once more. 

“I wonder where she is,” he whispered, placing his chin upon his palm.

“No doubt she has reached the Northern Peninsula at this point. Hoseok travels quickly, and efficiently. She is probably safe in the Palace of the Kings, resting and waiting for you,” Jungkook said. 

“I hope she is,” Jimin agreed.

“But, Highness,” Jungkook began once more. 

“Yes?”

“There are reports from the guards near Caldone have reported signs of Forsaken activity. Animals are being butchered in the night, and some women have been taken as well,” Jungkook stated.

“Caldone...” Jimin tested the word on his tongue.

Where had he heard that village name before? He knew it of course, but, why did it make his heart shudder in anxiety?

“Yes, it was the last place the Royal Carriage stopped before Hoseok and Lady Y/N traveled on horseback to the Northern reaches,” Jungkook explained. 

Jimin stood up quickly, slamming his hands down on his desk. Jungkook jolted as his harsh reaction. 

“I need to go there, I need to see,” Jimin whispered, moving around his paperwork to no doubt head for the stables. 

Jungkook gripped him tightly, keeping him at bay. “Highness, be reasonable!”

“I can’t be! She was there Jungkook! What if they had taken her? What if something happened to her? I can’t let that happen, I refuse,” Jimin growled. 

“Highness, they won’t take her! Hoseok won’t allow it,” Jungkook reminded.

“I don’t trust him... Ever since he found out about Y/N, and who she was he’s been aggressive towards her. I only let them go because-”

“Highness, listen!” Jungkook yelled. Jimin looked up in shock, the outburst from a guard to his future King obviously inappropriate... But necessary. “Jimin, please,” Jungkook pleaded. “You need to stop.”

Jimin bit his lip and looked down.

“I know, but I can’t help it... Jungkook she’s all I have. The only person to love me, to care for me because she wanted to.” Jungkook went to interrupt, slightly offended, but Jimin held up his hand. “The love I have from you, as well as everyone else is conditioned love. You’ve learned to care for me, because at first it was your job... But now we’re friends, and I know that. But Y/N, she didn’t have to love me or to protect me. If anything she should hate me, hate me for what I put her through. I was so cruel, Jungkook. Neglecting her and isolating her, because I thought what had happened to me was unfair. I was entirely selfish, and put my own emotions before her... But she kept trying to be civil with me, kept asking me to try. At least try with her, and... And her persistence lured me in, and her outgoing nature. The way she isn’t afraid to be who she is... She’s everything I wished I could be, and now she’s helping me find out who I am... Everyday with her is new, and... God Jungkook I never knew I could love someone this much,” Jimin croaked. 

Jungkook was floored. He’d never seen Jimin in such a state of anxiety and discomfort. You really had done something to him. You really had fallen in love with this man, and made him love you as well. The Guard was no fool, he’d seen the way you looked at Jimin from the beginning. Soft glances, as if you were nervous of his presence...

But soon, they became endearing stares. Smiles when you thought no one was looking. And Jimin had mimicked the behavior. He used to look at you with... fear?

No, fear wasn’t the right word. 

Perhaps, bewilderment was the right phrase he was looking for. However, all words didn’t seem to match what Jimin felt for you in the beginning. Jimin had always been a hesitant being, never straying far from what he knew. 

And as he grew, he found he was different. That he couldn’t go and play with the other kids anymore. He had to sit through lesson after lesson. Drill after drill. He needed to be successful. Not a child. An heir, not Jimin. 

Yet here he was today...

Undeniably himself.

And it was all because of you.

---

You sat high in the tower of the Palace of the Kings. Hoseok had said to stay up here if you could. Being away from the ground level meant you were much harder to attack. Although you couldn’t help but feel like a cat in a cage. You longed to move from this musky room and roam about the halls. 

Hoseok did his best to accomodate you. Bringing you books and meals everyday. But it was usually a quick exchange and a rude or snide remark was passed from his lips to your ears. 

But you endured it all. 

And you woke up every morning before sunrise to look down the drive, waiting to see if Jimin would be walking up it to come for you. 

A month away from him was torture. 

The small details of his face began to fade from your memory. The way his smile twinkled in the afternoon light. It made you panic how much you were forgetting. So you’d think of him in as much specifics as you could. His blonde hair, bright eyes, sweet smile, boisterous laughter. 

You’d write them down, making sure you remembered each of them with care. 

However, as days wore on, the pages began to be smaller, days before bleeding into the ones following. Soon, you could only write down his blonde hair, sparkling eyes, soft smile and full cheeks. 

You stared at the page in utter betrayal. How could you forget?

The nightmares began to get worse when you arrive here as well. You weren’t sleeping through the night, because Jimin wasn’t there to quell your cries and fear. So you’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling in wonderment. 

Could he sleep without you next to him?

Could he eat his meals?

Could he take his baths?

You thought of all these things as you laid awake one night. The ceiling didn’t stare back, but merely existed before your eyes. You frowned as sat up, letting your hair fall into your face. 

The room was cold, and you knew that you would no doubt catch a cold from being here. Just because you were in love, didn’t mean you were suddenly a much healthier person. You still got chills, and sniffles. You had coughs that rattled your chest and made your throat hurt. 

You got up and put your feet into your slippers, gathering yourself into the warmth of your dressing gown. Walking over to the window you looked out at the castle grounds, watching the moon light up the ground. 

It had snowed a few days before, making you want to run out and play like a child in the frozen fluff. But Hoseok had denied your request, stating that you would stick out against the harsh white. 

You felt like a prisoner in this place, much like how the first Royal palace had felt when you’d married Jimin. There was such harshness in the air here, and it made your skin rise with goosebumps.

This place had felt uneasy the day you stepped foot in it. 

For this was the Palace where Jimin’s and your ancestors had been wed, and it was also the place where your ancestor had died. Where Jimin’s family member committed the ultimate crime for his people’s safety.

The fact that your blood ran through these halls makes you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to think about how many people had met their deaths on the field before you. No doubt several, for this was the first Palace of Arcane Royalty. 

Jimin’s family had raised to power almost three hundred years ago. After the Park’s managed to overthrow the Kai-Ling empire, they had decided to execute the entire dynasty and anyone who had supported their heinous rule. 

The Kai-Ling were known to be bloodthirsty and vicious, willing to do anything for power or territory. The Emperor of the Kai-Ling Empire was known to take many wives and force them to bear him as many children as he wanted. That way his bloodline would go for endless years, ensuring that his power would only continue to grow. To bring forth more greed and more desire... More inhumanity.

The Emperor’s of that dynasty ruled with an iron fist, not letting anyone step out of line. Everyone had a purpose, and it was to serve the Emperor with no qualms. No disobedience. If anyone was caught breaking the rules they were killed on the spot, made a spectacle of any rebellion that attempted to rise up.

The people were afraid to challenge their rulers, because if they did, them and their entire bloodlines would be wiped out from the land. The Kai-Ling’s showed no mercy, not for women, not for children.

If you broke a rule they had put forth, then you were as good as scum underneath their boots. These people worshipped Morgana, Queen of Deceit and Sin. They produced children to sacrifice to her, that way she would bless them with endless amounts of riches and their brutality towards others would never end.

It was a dark time for this land...

And once the Park’s had finally, with the help of Taehyung and Jungkook’s families behind them, brought the tyrannical Kai-Ling’s to their knees... the bloodshed didn’t seem to stop. The Park’s, Jeon’s and Kim’s tracked down every single one of the Kai-Ling’s supporters and brought them to this Palace. They slaughtered them, all to ensure that the crimes they committed against their people wouldn’t be repeated.

But Morgana wouldn’t have that.

She seduced Jimin’s ancestor in order to regain hold on the land she once ruled over. But, your predecessor broke her spell. Only true love was able to break such a curse... And there was true love between those two. Morgana was fit with rage and jealousy. So, she created the Forsaken to terrorise the people Jimin’s family had worked so hard to save. 

Unable to see more death, more pain and anguish... the Royal family made a choice. Sacrifice your bloodline to the witch to keep her at bay, and to keep her magic from infiltrating the land once more. Your family had once been vast, and strong... But it had dwindled until only you were left...

And as fate decided, you would fall for the one man the universe told you you couldn’t have... But he fell for you too. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. You refused. 

These stories had been told to you by the keeper of the house here. She was an elderly woman, no doubt becoming senile... As you guessed you weren’t supposed to know all these things...

Yet, you found yourself looking for her in the mornings to ask for more information... You wanted to know more about Jimin’s family who lived here. And she was more than happy to give it to you. As the future Queen she felt you had the right.

You discovered that Jimin’s relatives had loved art and music, and you saw it in Jimin too. He loved listening to music and gazing at the paintings that hung in the Great Hall of Taehyung’s home.

He’d always be found listening to the staff play him something. Even if it was just a small piece, it would always get his undivided attention when it was playing.

You remembered when you had first arrived to the Palace and Jimin was so cold towards you, you wondered if he had a soul... if he was able to enjoy things. These spiteful thoughts lead you to spend most of your days on the other side of the castle. A place Jimin rarely visited...

But one day you found him there, listening to a servant playing a soft melodic tune you recalled from your childhood. 

You peered in and saw your husband sat, eyes looking out across the fields. His head was swaying slightly to the rhythm. And it was the first time you’d seen him smile. A genuine smile. One that you didn’t feel was forced onto his lips, but placed there by God himself... because Jimin was too pure a creature to not be graced with such a joy.

Thinking of your husband made your chest constrict once more.

Turning away from the window you noticed your door to be open. You hadn’t opened it, and you hadn’t heard anyone come by and unlatch it either. Gathering your skirts in your hands you moved towards the anomaly. 

The wood was cold underneath your palm as you pushed it aside. Peaking your head out into the darkness you looked around to see if anyone was there. 

“Hello?” you asked into the cold night. 

There was no response. 

“Hoseok? Is that you?” you asked, coming out of your room and looking around the stairwell. 

No one answered yet again. 

“This hold no humor if you’re trying to jest me,” you warned. But still, no one answered. 

Walking down the stairs you looked around, trying to find any indication of someone being here recently. There was no fresh soot on the walls from a torch, nor did it smell of smoke. And surely you’d have heard the fire crackling atop the wood anyways. 

You reached the base of the landing and continued to search for any clues to your door incident. But the more you looked around, the less you discovered. Everything was as it should be. Nothing out of place, nothing disturbed.

Except for you peace of mind. 

Finally fed up with the ridiculousness of this whole ordeal, you looked on the table next to the stairs back to your room...

There was a note that sat there, as if it had been placed there moments ago.

Without knowing why, you walked forward and took the crisp paper between your clammy fingers. Peeling the sealing wax open you saw deep red... blood?

Someone had used blood in place of ink, you could smell it. You felt saliva collect in your mouth at the thought, but continued anyways. 

Dearest Y/N,

I loved him first, so I will love him last.

Try not to catch a chill in this cold, they can be deadly you know.

With the most insincere of wishes,

Morgana.

Your heart thudded in your throat, making it difficult to breathe. 

M-Morgana?

Dropping the paper to the ground, you watched as it burned into ash before your eyes. How had she managed to get in here? How had she found you? Father Jin placed those seals upon your necklace... Had they failed? Had Father Jin been injured and unable to keep the spell up?

Your mind reeled as you found yourself gripping the table tightly.

Just as you felt yourself begin to spiral into deep panic, a cool palm touched the back of your head. 

“Shhh, my child... She has... no power here,” a soft voice answered. 

You turned quickly to find who had comforted you, but there was no one in the Hall...

You were alone...

At least, you hoped you were.

---

Jimin hadn’t been training in a while, and it showed. 

Hit after hit, he blocked them, but also found himself teetering... His footwork was getting sloppy, and that wouldn’t do for the upcoming trails he’d be facing. The Forsaken were becoming bolder towards the Southern borders, and there was need for an attack on them.

Jimin demanded to be in that battle, as he would be fighting for you. He’d kill as many of them as he could, because they were the ones who had hurt you. They were the ones trying to kill you. And if he could weaken the damn bitch responsible for your pain and discomfort, then it would be a pleasure of his to spill that blood. 

Thinking of you and the rage he felt towards the witch who had brought harm to his family made his final blow on Jungkook a fierce one. 

Jungkook stumbled and fell into the dirt, hitting the ground with an audible thud. Jimin was panting hard as he looked at his friend. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized, reaching down the help his comrade up from the mud. 

“That last one will definitely leave a mark, Highness, but I’m glad there is some ferocity left in your bones. You’ll need every ounce of it on that battle field,” Jungkook declared. 

“I’ll have an endless amount once I see their disgusting faces,” Jimin growled, sheathing his sword and running his fingers through his hair. 

“All in due time, but how are you fairing? You seem to be agitated these past days,” Jungkook said.

Jimin had been agitated. 

He couldn’t sleep without you next to him, your warmth gone from your shared bed. And with all the preparations of a battle to come, there was a lot of pressure on the future ruler. And you weren’t there to ease his nerves... 

“Sleep evades me recently,” Jimin huffs as a servant brings him some water as well as Jungkook.

“Any reasons of why this is so?” Jungkook asked, taking a large gulp of water into his greedy mouth.

“I miss her, Jungkook,” Jimin whispered. 

“I know that to be true, Highness,” Jungkook acknowledged. “Perhaps you could send her a letter? Would hearing from her ease your turbulent mind?”

“It’s forbidden,” Jimin sneered. “Father Jin said that we aren’t to have contact incase someone follows the courier to her location. For now, we must remain apart.”

“I see, that is unfortunate,” Jungkook nodded.

“I’m going mad, Jungkook!” Jimin whined. “I just want to see my wife!”

“Highness, just think. The more of these Forsaken you kill, the more we weaken that damned wench’s power. The closer you are to seeing your wife. I’m sure she misses you as well.”

“I am at unrest without her by my side,” the Prince complained. “I long to have her with me. I’m far too impatient for this distance.”

Jungkook smiled fondly at his friend. He was such a cry baby when he was younger. When he didn’t get his way he’d cry and cry about it. So much so the nannies had a hard time raising him to not be a spoiled Prince.

However, he knew the distance was difficult for his friend. He wished there was something he could do in order to ease his mind. 

“Come, let us practice more Highness, the sparring will keep your mind off of these things,” Jungkook smiled. 

“It will only prove to agitate me further, and I don’t wish to hurt you,” Jimin warned. 

“You boast, highness. But can you follow through?” Jungkook challenged. 

Jimin raised a brow at his subordinate’s strong words. “Think of whom you’re testing, Jungkook,’ Jimin smiled. 

“I have,” he confirms. 

“Then, I have no choice but to-”

“MAJESTY!” Father Jin screams, coming into the yard with a distressed look upon his face. 

“Father?” Jimin echoes, running forward with Jungkook at his back. “What troubles you?”

“Majesty, it’s word from the palace,” Father Jin breathes heavily.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jimin says, placing his hand on the Father’s back for support. 

“Your Father,” he huffs.

“The King?” Jungkook asks. 

“Your Father is dead.”

Into Eternity - Part XI

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Well hello again. I’m sorry, I feel like i’m always leaving you guys. My inbox is always open, feel free to drop a message! I love talking to you guys :) But I’ve been away in the hospital and a bunch of other things have happened. Major change in college (future pharmacist here to help) and college in general takes up a lot of my time. I also work so that doesn’t help my tumblr time... Sad. Anyways, here’s an update on this story, hope you enjoy <3 - Jess

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Words: 3,982

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action

Warnings: Blood and gore, violence, pining, fluffy stuff too, If I forgot anything please let me know!

The word of the King’s passing had made it throughout the Kingdom of Arcane. 

Even to you in the Northern reaches. 

Hoseok told you the news, and that the Queen was taking over as interim ruler until Jimin was able to take the throne. 

“How is Jimin? Is he alright?” you asked, following Hoseok through the palace like a hungry pup. 

“I don’t know Lady Y/N, the word didn’t come from Lord Taehyung’s castle. The village to the East, where we get our supplies from, is where I heard the news. All the guards are in their mourning gear. So I know it isn’t a mere rumor. This King is truly dead,” Hoseok confirmed. 

You held your hand to your mouth, gripping your stomach with unease. “I-I... God, Jimin must be heartbroken,” you whispered. 

“What does it matter to you? There’s nothing you can do from here, no point in acting concerned for my sake,” he jabbed. 

“There’s no acting, Hoseok,” you growled. 

The room became tense. 

“Please, Lady Y/N, we both know the truth,” Hoseok warned. 

“We both have our versions of the truth, Hoseok. You believe yours, and I’ll believe mine. But don’t tamper with my truth,” you said before marching up the stairs into your room.

You wondered if Jimin was doing alright. Remembering back you know that he was more hands on with Jimin during his childhood. Being his father was important to him, although it didn’t come until he was a little older. 

His father had taken him out on hunts, and taught him how to use a bow for the first time. All of these are precious memories Jimin had shared with you while drifting to sleep. He’d tell you about how he was a clumsy child, and that he’d managed to slip and shoot an apple out of a tree with his father’s prized bow. 

How when he had his first gala his father had drunkenly danced with him because the other princesses were nervous to do so. 

Jimin hadn’t known his father a great deal, but he did love him. And the loss of him was no doubt ravaging on his mind, and you weren’t there to comfort him. The thought of him suffering alone during this delicate time filled you with rage. 

You wanted to hold him close to your chest as you soothed his cries. Brushing your fingers through his hair you’d kiss each one of his tears from his face. You wouldn’t let one fall, you’d stop them all before they could become real.

He was with his friends, Jungkook and Taehyung. Yoongi was also there, no doubt trying to comfort him in his own... indirect way? However, you knew if one of your parents passed, you’d want Jimin there with you. 

Even if they had given you up... They gave you to the man whom you loved, and they raised you to the best of their ability. You didn’t hate them, you don’t think you ever could. But much like Jimin, you didn’t know them well...

The Queen was now taking on the whole burden of the Kingdom by herself... She was only a few years younger than the King, and it would no doubt take its toll on her as well. Jimin needed to become King and fast in order to preserve her health if he could. 

You worried for your family whom you couldn’t see. You wished that Jimin could feel you reaching out for him. 

“I may not be there, but I love you.”

Your soul ached with the message.

“I miss you,” you whispered into the cold air. You watched as your breath hung around in fog. Perhaps Jimin could hear you... Perhaps if you tried hard enough, wished long enough, he could hear you.

When the fog dissipated before your eyes, all you could think is you prayed Jimin could feel your love. Even from this distance.

---

Jimin found himself sat up at night yet again. 

These tiresome evenings truly didn’t help his already sour mood. 

Ever since the news of his father’s death reached him, he hadn’t been able to cry. He knows he should. He was sad... wasn’t he?

But, as sickening as it was to him, when Father Jin had approached in such a state his heart had done somersaults in his chest. And when he heard it was because of his father’s death, he had let out a sigh of relief...

Because at least it hadn’t been you.

Jimin felt disgusted with himself.

That was his father! The man who had made him, the man who had loved him as a child and tried his best to raise him and run a Kingdom at the same time... But Jimin couldn’t find it in himself to be terribly distraught.

Of course he felt sadness...

But it was nothing compared to the fear that had gripped his heart when he thought you had died in his arms. When you were stricken with poison and Father Jin had told him you weren’t to make it through the night...

Merely thinking back to the moment had his throat closing out of fear. 

But you were fine, and that was what mattered to him at this moment. 

His father’s death had given the Kingdom a shock, and now the Forsaken would no doubt be on the prowl for more victims. 

The people needed him to take charge right now, and be their Prince. Even though he wasn’t crowned yet, he still had a duty to them as their future King. And he would perform his duties for his people, and for you.

The Southern borders were becoming desperate, and Jimin as well as Jungkook were to ride out in the morning to set up protective boundaries around the villages in that vicinity. They needed the most protection right now, and Jimin wanted to get his hands on a couple of those nasty bastards who had hurt his people... and his wife.

Jimin walked to the window, leaning out over the railing of the balcony. This was one of your favorite spots to come when you were alone. You liked looking down at the flowers and the beauty of the scenery that was before you.

He smiled sadly into the night, wondering how you were doing right now. 

He was curious if the news of his father’s passing had reached you as well. No doubt Hoseok would have told you. Jimin just hoped that the brute hadn’t been rude about the delivery.

Jimin felt a soft breeze caress his face, filling his heart with an odd fluttering sensation. 

“I miss you ~”

The Prince turned his head radically, looking for the source of that voice. 

He knew that tone, the softness it held. 

That was your voice. 

He would be able to tell in a crowd of a thousand all shouting at him. Because he had committed it to his memory. How breathy it sounded in the morning, and how it was always bright when speaking with the servants or Taehyung and Jungkook. Even Yoongi and Father Jin were able to hear your sweet timbre. 

“Y/N?” he asked, looking around. 

There was no answer to his shout.

“Love? Can you hear me?” he croaked, biting his lip as tears came fresh to his eyes. “I miss you too,” he whimpered. 

Suddenly, a warmth erupted in his chest. It made him gasp, the force of it. He looked down and held onto his calmly beating heart. It felt... it felt like you were there...

As if you had rushed forward to hold him, cradling his plump cheeks in your hands. 

This was your love, he knew it to be true. 

It had to be, what else could cause this sensation within him but you?

He felt his eyes grow tired, and he carried himself back to bed. He didn’t remember latching the door, but he heard the click ring in his ears. As Jimin laid down, there was a warmth that flooded your side of the bed. Grabbing at your pillows Jimin latched onto this feeling. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity... Jimin could feel you next to him, warming his chilled body with your love. 

What Jimin didn’t know is that you felt it too. 

His heat enveloping you in the cold air of the Northern Peninsula, keeping out the frost.

For the first time in a long while, the two of you fell asleep. And you slept throughout the night, neither of you having a single fit as you dreamed of each other...

---

It was cold on the horse Jimin realized as him and his group of fighters travelled down the roads that morning.

Jimin had woken to find your warmth was no longer there, but he wasn’t sad as he originally had been. He felt revitalized when he woke, ready to go and fight for you. For his Kingdom.

The trees were barren, a sign of the changing seasons. The conifers still showing needles in their vibrant green way. There was a feeling that hung in the air as Jimin trekked forward with his group. It wasn’t fear, nor was it any kind of anxiety... it was as if the forest knew what was to come, and she was holding her breath.

Jungkook approaches with his steed beside his Prince. He took in the more serene look on his face, as well as the melted tension in his shoulders. Jungkook smiled, hoping this meant his Prince was fairing well. 

“You seem to be in a better mood, highness,” he claimed, keeping his eyes forward.

“I slept well last night,” Jimin smiled. Just thinking back to his body laying with your love near him made his heart flutter with hope. Soon, he’d see you again.

“I’m glad you did so, today will be long and difficult,” Jungkook said grim. “I want to prepare you. What we are walking into is a ravaged village that the Forsaken decided to make their own. They tend to fight dirty, do the same. They know nothing of formal tactics, use their frenzied approach to end them.”

“I’ll be efficient in my fighting, Jungkook, don’t worry. I have a Princess to fight for,” Jimin smiled. 

“Wish I had one to fight for,” Jungkook grumbled. 

“I heard Y/N say that her handmaiden was rather taken with you,” Jimin teased. Jungkook flushed bright pink.

“W-what? Sissel might, uh, well,” Jungkook said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Jimin laughed good naturedly. 

“I see the look of love in your eyes, don’t let it go... Chase her if you must, but don’t let this feeling leave you... it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do,” the older man warned. 

“FIRES AHEAD!” a man shouted. 

Jimin looked forward and saw smoke billowing into the sky. They reached a break in the forest and the road became much thicker with mud. Red stained the ground and Jimin felt his skin prickle at the realization it was blood. 

The blood of the people he couldn’t save in time.

“HOLD!” Jungkook yelled, making the group stop in their tracks. Jungkook jumped from his steed and placed his hand on his sword. Jimin sat back with bated breath, itching for something to happen. This tension was so thick he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

Yoongi was towards the back, looking at everything with his keen eyesight. There wasn’t movement coming from the back. The village before them was on fire. As if the Forsaken had decided to make a party of their desecration of these people’s home. 

A putrid scent filled the air. As if someone had urinated themselves then vomited straight after. Jimin’s stomach clenched at the disgusting smell. The whole group seemed perturbed with the new revelation to them. Some of them held their hands over their faces to keep the stench at bay. Others braved through.

Jungkook looked at the fire and a chill ran down his spine... As he hit the treeline that hit his small team from the prying eyes of their enemy, they all seemed to be in a fit of victory. Dead bodies lay in the field, some torn open as if eaten from the inside out. Others missing limbs and their flesh lay decaying beside them on the abused Earth.

“My God,” Jungkook whispered. 

Towards the center of the village square is where the large bonfire was coming from. And inside it were bodies, stuck through on spikes, as if they were pigs for roasting. Some were small, others large. The disgusting creatures responsible hooted and hollered around their feast, proud of their most recent conquest.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” Jimin asked. 

“The village has been slaughtered,” Jungkook growled. “And those bastards are having a feast, celebrating their deaths.”

Jimin’s rage flared high. His people had been murdered and now we're being made sport of. Their deaths would be avenged, by his sword he would purify this areas so their souls could rest. Their Prince would ensure that much.

“We must proceed with caution,” Yoongi spoke up from the rear. “I see archers and several foot soldiers beyond the blaze.”

“How many? Can you approximate?”

“I’d say at least half of what we are prepared with. These people didn’t go down without a fight, that much is for sure. Make haste, there appears to be a patrol heading towards us. Once they know we’re here they won’t stop until they’re dead or we are,” Yoongi warned.

“How long until contact?” Jimin asked.

“Ten minutes, maybe less,” Yoongi announced.

“Men, prepare yourselves,” Jimin spoke up. “These creatures take what they can and give nothing back. They will fight you unfairly, they will hit your weak spots and try to exploit you. Don’t let them. They are baser beings, people without love and without honor. You, are not those people. You fight here today with honor, and with the love of your Kingdom at your back. I have my trust placed in you, as your future King I am proud to fight alongside you here today. And I thank each and every one of you for your sacrifice, if it must come to that,” Jimin nodded.

“FOR ARCANE!” one man shouted.

“FOR ARCANE!” The rest echoed.

Jimin smiled at his brave men, and hoped that most would return to their families when all was said and done. He so hated writing those letters, telling someone their father or husband wouldn’t be returning to them. If he didn’t have to write another, it would be too soon.

“INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS!” A shrill, broken tone screeched from the treeline. “INTRUD-GAH!” 

Jungkook stared down at the twitching corpse with fury in his eyes. His sword was red with it’s blood, and it would only continue to be stained with that color in the following hours. 

“MEN!” Jungkook shouted. “CHARGE!” Jungkook bellowed as he jumped atop his horse and burst forth from the treeline. Jimin followed close after, sword already in his palm.

Arrows whizzed through the air from behind the trees, knocking down several of the foot soldiers heading towards them. Jimin said a silent thank you to Min Yoongi for drilling his men so hard the past few weeks. 

Jimin saw the blood dripping down their faces as they attacked. They shoved one another out of the way, wanting each kill to be their own. They had no semblance for teamwork, for companionship. It was all greed to them, all power and desire.

Jungkook rode through the crowd, slicing down several men and women alike. Jimin cringed at the sight, but knew it was necessary. They were all monsters created from Morgana. The one whom was holding his wife’s life in the palm of her hand... And playing with it. 

Jimin found that his sword weighed almost nothing when he thought of you. Did he just kill twenty? Or was it thirty? Did it matter? All of them were meaningless in his eyes. You were of the utmost importance to him. 

Suddenly, he noticed one of his men’s horse go down to his left. The large animal collapsed, no doubt slashed in the leg by a Forsaken. They fought cheap, and it showed. Yanking his reins to the side, Jimin took off towards his fellow man. He was still fighting bravely, punching and stabbing at his enemies. 

“Yeonsang!” Jimin yelled, coming in and reaching his hand out for his soldier. 

“Highness!” he cried back, taking his arm and jumping on behind him.

“Hold on, I’m taking you back to Yoongi. You can’t be out here without a horse,” Jimin warned. 

“But Highness! I can’t still help!” he argued. 

“Yeonsang, your sister needs you home. Don’t be a fool and die here,” he advised.

The younger man was silent behind him, cutting down a few Forsaken that had tried to latch onto his Prince. “I will always do as you command Highness,” Yeonsang declared. 

Jimin smiled yelling for his horse to move faster. The slick field was proving difficult for her, but she pushed through. Tough as nails this horse. 

Breaking through the twigs, Jimin found Yoongi barking orders at his men. “Yoongi!” Jimin shouted. The Head Archer looked back to see his Prince with a fellow soldier at his back.

“Majesty, did something happen to him?” Yoongi asked. 

“No, his steed is down. Take him, keep him here with you. Give the boy a bow and have him shoot from the treeline. If anyone gets too close, Yeonsang, shoot them,” Jimin said, looking over his shoulder at his comrade. 

“Absolutely, Highness. At your command,” Yeonsang agreed. Yoongi trotted over, pulling the younger male to his side. 

“Highness, my men are ready for their next attack. What do you advise?” Yoongi asked, raising a brow. 

“I want the bulk cut down before we hit them. It’s already a bloodbath out there, and more just keep coming. We still have numbers, but I’m not sure for how long we’ll have that,” Jimin breathed. 

“Then I’ll make an arch that will shoot far, but I have to get them out of their cover to make it work,” the Archer warned. 

Jimin thought for a moment. Revealing their other men would make them targets. Jimin wants to save them until the brunt of the enemy is down before bringing them in for renewed battle. 

“No, take a smaller group of your ment and head towards the far end of the field. Will you be able to have accuracy at that distance?”

“You question my accuracy?” Yoongi jests. 

“Yoongi, now isn’t the time to be boastful. Can you make it or not?” Jimin asked. 

“I can make it with Taechul and Kyubin. They are my best,” Yoongi confirmed. 

“Very good, I expect it done. The rest of them should continue to pick off the stragglers that run in this direction. Yeonsang, I expect you to come out of this battle. Don’t disappoint me,” Jimin smiled, taking off towards the battle once more. 

Jimin refocused his attention on the proceedings. His men were working valiantly against their targets, some seeming to be overwhelmed, Jimin tried to lessen the load by moving around strategically and cutting down some of the weight. 

He was known to be the fastest riders in his Kingdom. His agility on a horse was something unheard of in this day. Jimin was able to bob and weave through several enemies without them being able to land a hit on him or his horse. 

This made him almost invaluable in battle. He was able to target areas of need and aid in their fighting. Jimin was versatile enough to fight several people at once, as well as being able to hone in on specific targets. He was bred for this type of action. Strategy and knowing when and where he would be beneficial was in his blood. His father had made sure his son would be the best fighter in their Kingdom, unmatched by his fellow warriors. 

But he was never arrogant. 

The King had told him the best warriors were the ones who never fought with their fists first. But used their brains to know when their fists were needed. Jimin wanted to live his life by this code during times of struggle and war. So he did.

“HIGHNESS! BEHIND YOU!”

Jimin turned just in time to feel his horse give way beneath him, a pained whinny coming from the creature. Jimin quickly hauled himself into a rolling position so he could so stand on his feet. 

A loud clang of steel against another metal rang in his ears. A Forsaken man who looked to be bigger than the rest stood above him, sneering. “You Prince, we fight,” he growled. Jimin scoffed and quickly moved in for an attack. 

Placing a careful jab towards his side, Jimin tested his reactions. The blow was easily deflected, and Jimin knew that straight on tactics wouldn’t be the best way to defeat this target. 

But was he fast on his feet?

Jimin quickly rolled to the side, making his way behind the brute before placing a slice down his back. The male cried out, then gnarled in pain. The beast moved faster, enraged that he had been bested. A sharp shove came from his opponent, making him stumble backwards. He regained his footing and ducked as another brutish assault came from the front. The man before him was trying to outsmart him, he was merely swinging and seeing what would happen. How he could make Jimin squirm. 

Jimin pivoted to the right, kicking out his left leg and shoving the beasts knee inwards. A sickening crack was heard over the sounds of shouts and screams from the battle raging around them. Next, Jimin sliced right below the kneecap and watched as the Forsaken hit the ground.

It spat in Jimin’s face as he came forward to deliver the final blow. The Prince raised his arms, placing the tip of his blade right at the vile being’s throat. Just as Jimin was about to shove the blade through his chest, the Forsaken grinned at him. “Princess in trouble,” he sneered. 

Jimin froze, thinking of the woman he loved. “What do you know of any Princess, filth?” 

“Mistress tells us we bring her Princess, we get to eat for days. Food, but for food we bring Princess,” he coughed. 

“You won’t get your hands on Y/N,” Jimin full out snarled. “You’ll all die before you could even think of touching my wife.”

“We already have,” the Forsaken man mocked. “Cold, makes Princess weak.”

Jimin’s spine ran cold. 

Hoseok had said to move you to the Northernmost reaches of the Kingdom. You had never fared well in colder weather. What was he thinking, listening to the fool Hoseok?! Jimin’s heart raced in panic, making him unaware of his surroundings. 

He didn’t notice the knife that had been produced from the Forsaken beneath him. It was a poisoned blade no doubt. 

Jimin was too overwhelmed until he felt blood soaking through his boots. With wide eyes he looked up and saw Jungkook standing, heaving air into his lungs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Standing there completely vulnerable like that will get you killed!” Jungkook cried, wrapping his arms around his friend.

The Prince stood there and looked out at the battle raging on. 

The Forsaken were now dwindling, heading back towards the village instead of facing out against his men in the fields. Yoongi’s archers had also taken up arms towards the back of the field as Jimin suggested. 

Victory would be theirs, there wasn’t a doubt in Jimin’s mind. But, as he looked at his men chasing after the brutal enemy...

He couldn’t help feel as though his heart was to burst out of his chest.

Because he had sent you away to a place that could cause your end...

Into Eternity - Part XII

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance

Warnings: Pining, illness, Jimin being an impatient baby. If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 4,050

Hoseok sat in the kitchen of the abandoned palace, guilt eating him up inside. You had a fever, one that was hard to control and it was beginning to take its toll on you. Coughing could be heard daily as you tried to get air into your lungs. 

His original plan was to get you away from Jimin and to bring you to Morgana for sacrifice, but now... Now you might die before the damned witch could even take you. He’d travelled into the village in search of an Apothecary or a Priest, someone with any kind of medical knowledge... But there wasn’t anyone.

He’d tried to read books found in the library on how to aid you in your sickness, but he wasn’t well versed in the herbal side of them... He didn’t want to poison you and have a very upset Morgana on his tail after it all.

So, there you lay in your room. Sick and asking for your husband.

You asked every day... Every single day you asked Hoseok if your Jimin had come to see you. And each day Jimin didn’t show, he saw you get paler and paler. Falling deeper into sickness as you longed for the one you couldn’t see.

“H-Hoseok.” Your voice would be cut off with coughing. “Has Jimin arrived yet? I couldn’t look out the window this morning, I couldn’t stand.”

He’d tell you no, like he did every time you asked. A small frown would appear on your face and you’d take the tea and broth from him. You’d struggle to lift your cup, as it was hot in your frigid hands. Hoseok would help you, lifting the mug so you could sip at the tea. Hoseok would stay until you’d finished it all. 

Each time you thanked him.

“Thank you, Hoseok, I feel much better.”

You were lying. Because everyday you looked worse. Thankfully you had kept some weight on you, so you didn’t look to be a skeleton under your clothing. But you were so pale and lethargic he wondered if you’d fall to pieces after a hard enough coughing fit.

Once you were finished with your meal, Hoseok would remove the dishes, help you back into bed to rest. The shame would follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen where he washed the very dishes he’d help you eat from. 

And then he’d sit and feel remorseful. 

This repetitive cycle made him dizzy. He wasn’t sure how many days had passed since you’d fallen ill, but he knew it was a decent number. He knew of your fragile state, and he was aware that you probably could be unwell during your time here. 

Hoseok thought that it might come in handy when the time to kill you was here. But Morgana was a fickle creature, and she wanted Jimin there to see the light leave your eyes. She wanted him to feel the pain she did when his ancestor chose another woman before her. 

Someone who had broken her powerful spell...

“Hoseok,” a chilling voice creeped through the walls. 

“Morgana, what is it you come to ask of me?” he sighed, standing up and placing your utensils away. 

“The girl, she isn’t well,” she pouts. “Why is that?”

“She was a weak creature to begin with, being in this cold has made her sick. I fear you may not get to have her die before Jimin as you had hoped,” Hoseok stated.

“What!? That... That wench! How dare she defy me even in this way!? Not only does she take my beloved away from me, now she doesn’t even give me the pleasure of killing her before the one who betrayed me?”

Hoseok rubbed his face then looked to the black mist that was swirling around the hag looking being.

Morgana could take on any form she wanted, but with her magic waning, she was no doubt running out of masks to wear. “Morgana, I don’t know what you’d like from me. All I can tell you is that I fear she may not make it through this very night. I doubt she’ll be able to wait for Jimin much longer,” he stressed.

Morgana looked down at the floor and growled in frustration. “Damn them! Damn you feeble bodied humans who can’t handle the meagerest amounts of change!”

“Shall I just kill her for you now?” Hoseok asked, bringing forth his cursed blades to show them off to his mistress.

“No... It won’t be the revenge I’ve waited years to see. All because this insolent brat must have lungs of paper!” 

“Then what do you suggest I do?”

“That... Priest,” Morgana spit after the word. As if it was sour in her mouth. “He could heal her, certainly he could.”

“They’ll never come here, it would be too risky with you possibly knowing her whereabouts,” Hoseok declared.

“Then I’ll attack that Lord’s Castle, drive them out!”

“Then they’ll just run back to the Royal Palace. Either that or they will choose another stronghold to defend. Morgana, you may have to stop the assaults all together,” Hoseok stated.

“No! My children must feed in order to bring me sacrifice!”

“Then we make a show,” Hoseok announced.

“How do you mean?” she asked. 

“Pretend to be slain by me, and during that time we can have Lady Y/N healed and-”

“And give her a chance to make an offspring with my beloved? Absolutely not,” Morgana rejected.

“Well, it’s either that, or you don’t get your revenge the way you intended. I am merely at your will, I will do as you ask,” Hoseok said solemnly.

“Fine, make a spectacle of me then. But bring me sacrifices in the meantime, animals will suffice. I won’t be nearly as powerful as I’d like... But once that wench dies, I will be able to have my love back,” Morgana grins, teeth blackened and gnarled. Hoseok cringed at the sight, but nodded anyways. 

“Then how do you expect me to proceed?”

“Call upon them, say you have captured me,” Morgana states.

“How will I have been able to manage that on my own?” he questions.

“I will allow them to kill my children, it will weaken me so I demand several animals to keep my strength,” she snarls. 

“Of course,” Hoseok nods.

“Call them here, and use those blades to puncture my heart. Only cursed weapons and poison will take down she with a blackened soul. Lie, slather this potion on your blade. I’ll burst into flames, make a ‘show’ for them as you put it,” Morgana explains. “During that time, heal the girl. Then when she is finally back in health and my beloved comes to her, I will appear and you will slay the girl. With that sacrifice I will be able to bring back your wife and child.”

Hoseok thought of his wife whom he’d loved so dearly... And it hurt... God it was killing him not to hold her in his arms. To kiss her sweet face and cradle his infant in his embrace. 

“Very well,” Hoseok nodded. “I will send the letter tonight.”

“If you betray me, Hoseok... Know your family will suffer for eternity in oblivion,” Morgana warned as she slipped back into mist, dissipating into the air.

“I know...”

---

Jimin sat in his study again, signing more papers and doing official duties. After the initial battle, he was told to stay at the Castle while his men went to fight without him. Jungkook said that he was far too worried about you to fight properly, and he didn’t want something to happen to him. So, he’d stayed behind and helped Taehyung catch up on some documentation and deals that were bothering him. It was all very mundane. Get up, go to his desk and sign his life away. Life was so unsaturated without a purpose... 

A knock rang in the dusty air.

“Enter,” he accepted, leaning back in his chair.

Taehyung came in, shutting the door behind him. He looked bright, compared to Jimin’s dull atmosphere. 

“You seem... somber, Majesty,” Taehyung commented, sitting on the chair in front of Jimin’s desk. 

“First my wife is removed from me, then I am told I am unable to fight for my Kingdom... Imagine the uselessness I feel from these statements, Taehyung... I-I am questioning my right for the throne under these circumstances,” Jimin wavered.

“Don’t ever think that you aren’t fit to rule, Jimin,” Taehyung declared firm. “You care more for these people than they know. And if signing papers is how you will help them, then do it.”

“Taehyung, something bothers me,” Jimin whispered, staring at the sheets before him.

“What troubles you?” Taehyung asked. 

Jimin’s face was dark, hidden behind the mask he put up for everyone around him. It was rare for him to remove it, unless you were around. But Taehyung slowly saw the edges peeling away before it crumbled. Jimin’s broken eyes stared back at him as he looked to his friend for help.

Taehyung was frightened. Never had he seen his friend in such a state before. 

“I miss her so much I feel like my heart is going to break, Taehyung... I need to see her, I long to hold her again... I want to know she’s alright, that she’s safe... And I can’t do that from here, I need to see her so badly,” Jimin whimpered. 

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, coming to embrace his friend gingerly. Jimin grabbed onto his brother in arms and dear friend, trembling as if he were his last tie to this world. 

“Taehyung my world is falling down around me. My father is dead, my family is halfway across the map from me, and I am not allowed to go out and fight for my wife because... Because all I can think about is what that damned Forsaken told me on the battlefield,” he growled.

“What did it say? You know they spout lies,” Taehyung admonished. 

“Taehyung it knew where she was,” he breathed. 

“What are you talking about? Are you certain?” Taehyung gasped, standing. 

“It said that the cold makes her weak... And she’s in the cold right now, Taehyung! What the fuck was I supposed to think when that damned thing told me that?! Shit, Taehyung I can’t sleep because of worry.”

“I’m sure that it was just trying to get a rise out of you Highness,” Taehyung attempted to be calming. 

“Jesus Taehyung! Are you not listening?!”

The room went silent. 

Jimin’s harsh breathing was deafening to his own ears. 

“She’s in the Northern Peninsula... And she’s susceptible to the cold, tell me how you would react if you were told that from the enemy? From the thing you’re trying to hide your loved one from? I can’t stand it, Taehyung... It’s driving me insane,” Jimin croaked. 

“I’m sure nothing is wrong, we must have patience-”

“MAJESTY!”

Jimin’s head turned towards the door, soon a frantic knocking came from behind it. “Majesty, it’s me, please open the door, I have news!”

Father Jin’s voice came through the wood. 

Taehyung quickly moved to open it, letting in a frazzled Priest. Jimin stood, placing his hand on his desk for support. Why did he feel like something bad was happening? What was this feeling in his stomach, why did he feel sick?

“Father, what’s the matter?” Taehyung asked, placing his hand on Jin’s shoulders.

“I received a letter from Hoseok,” Jin answered.

“What?”

“He’s not supposed to be sending letters to us! He could give away Lady Y/N’s position!” Taehyung yelled.

“Taehyung, gather Jungkook and Yoongi. I want to speak with all of you in regards to this matter,” Jimin announced. Taehyung nodded, moving out the door to quickly collect the men Jimin wished to see. The Prince then turned to the Priest. “Father, tell me, is my wife alright?”

Jin’s face fell and Jimin thought that he would truly be sick. “She’s fallen ill, sire. Hoseok called for my aid... He claims that he has captured Morgana...”

---

The strategy room was cold as Jimin looked at his fellow men with a deep gaze. Something serious was going on, and none of them were certain how to handle the proceedings. 

“Gentleman, Hoseok has broken a rule put in place by us to protect my wife’s safety. However, Father Jin tells me it is because she is ill... She needs help. Hoseok also claims to have captured the witch, Morgana.”

Yoongi scoffed. “No, there isn’t a way in hell he managed to get close enough to touch her.”

“Well, think about it Yoongi,” Jungkook began. “We’ve been taking out several of her Forsaken. Without them she isn’t getting sacrifices, Father Jin told us that she needs those to keep up with her dark magic. And she’s having to produce more to keep up with our assaults... perhaps it wore her down enough to as where Hoseok was able to capture her.”

“If he was able to capture her why didn’t he just kill her then?” Jimin asked.

“It’s not that simple. A creature such as her must be taken down by either a cursed weapon or poison. Regular weapons are futile against her,” Father Jin explained.

“So, he managed to get her into some restraints? If she’s so powerful how was he able to accomplish this?” Taehyung asked.

“Hoseok said he placed the necklace I charmed around her neck to weaken her abilities. It has made her unable to use her magic. And with her power already waning, it might just be enough,” Jin stated.

“What of Y/N?” Jimin asked, palms sweating.

Jin’s face took on a darker expression. “He stated she isn’t well. He needs me there promptly, otherwise he fears she may not make it,” Jin warned.

“Then we should leave immediately,” Taehyung declared.

“I agree, I need to make sure she’s alright,” Jimin urged. The thought of seeing you already making his heart swell. 

“Hold, impatience is a sin.”

The boys stopped their chittering. Jin stood and addressed the men before him with a grave look on his face. 

“I must warn you all. This is a dangerous situation we find ourselves in. Morgana is a being that has long defied God. She has no semblance for human life and takes what she wants, destroys when she can. If Hoseok has indeed captured her, then killing her is our first priority. We need to make a plan of how we are to deal with her,” Jin announced.

“What do you mean Father?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow in his direction.

“I mean, we need a plan if this goes wrong. Lady Y/N’s life is at risk. Morgana is being held underneath the palace, but I worry for her safety. With her being so close, she may be planning her demise.”

The room looked at Jin then to Jimin for confirmation. Jimin gripped the table in fury. His wife was being dangled in front of the very being who wanted her death, like a toy. It was disgusting.

“If Morgana manages to escape, I have a relic that could aid us,” Jimin explained. “The first dagger forged in pure Arcanian steel. It belonged to the very ancestors Morgana loved. If I place a poison upon the blade, I could end her,” The Prince stated.

“How would you get close enough?” Taehyung asked.

“Lure her into believing that her spell over him has worked. That he loves her,” Yoongi suggested.

“I think that would be worth the shot,” Jungkook stated.

“She would do anything to have Jimin be hers,” Father Jin reasoned. “If the situation turns sour, she will no doubt try to take Jimin. All you have to do is pretend that her spell worked, get close enough to deliver the killing blow.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jimin snarled, fists curled tight on top of the table.

“What’s wrong with Lady Y/N?” Taehyung asked, leaning forward.

Father Jin looked at the paper and frowned. “She’s sick, a fever and chills taking. As well as a brutal cough. Hoseok says that it has been persistent, even with the broth and herbal teas he’s been trying. He knows only so much, but I know how to help her... I just hope that he didn’t wait too long to tell us,” Jin commented.

“I want the carriages ready as soon as possible. Father Jin, Jungkook and I will all go. Taehyung and Yoongi, stay here to defend the castle,” Jimin stated.

“Highness, perhaps we should just send Father Jin and Jungkook,” Yoongi warned. “Moving you to where that witch is located isn’t the best idea.”

“We’ve already made a decision, and a plan that involves me. I am going, Yoongi. I will see my wife,” The Prince declared with a steely tone.

The room sensed the tension. Everyone knew how on edge Jimin was not being able to see you. He’d been so tense and irritable these past weeks. Nothing like the man he was when you left. They knew you two needed to be reunited again. The men in that room knew Jimin wouldn’t stop until he got to see you once more. 

“When shall we depart?” Jungkook asked. 

“As soon as possible,” Father Jin noted. “I need to collect several herbs and my books as well as some tools. I don’t know how bad the progression is, but if it is as bad as Hoseok says, then I will need to be thoroughly prepared. I should be able to take off at dusk,” the Priest stated to his council.

“I will head to the stables and collect some horses and an older carriage,” Jungkook mentioned. “I can smear mud on it and things of the like to keep suspicious eyes from staying too long.”

“Perfect idea,” Taehyung smiled. “I can get some tunics from the guards quarters and you and Jimin can dress in those. That way it will look like a few gentleman on a trading route.”

“I concur. We will take a few articles of clothing, but we can keep them in the cabin with us,” Jimin stated.

“Yes, as well as some rations,” Jungkook noted. “The travel will be long, and we will want to be prepared for the cold when it comes.”

“Very well,” Father Jin nodded. He stood, gathering his robes before looking to the group before him. “Please take caution all. This is a dangerous journey we are to make, and we must be careful. Lady Y’N’s safety is at risk.”

With that he left, leaving everyone in the room unsettled. 

But no one more so than your husband, who looked to his wedding band and bit his lip. 

“I’m coming my love, I will see you soon...”

---

Father Jin was writing furiously in his book as the carriage moved along steadily in the dark of night. 

They’d been travelling for almost a whole day. They’d reach the castle by morning, it was certain.

Jungkook was at the reins, keeping a watchful eye on the horizon and all around in case of an attack. No one had approached and fellow travellers shared a small nod before passing them by. 

No one was aware that their future King lay within the doors of the beaten up buggy. And it was imperative it stay that way. 

Jimin was anxious as he thought of how long it had been since he’d held you in his arms... Had you lost weight due to your ailment? He hoped you hadn’t, he loved how soft and warm you were to wake up to in the morning. Had you been sleeping alright? Hopefully you were getting restful sleep and you weren’t being awoken by your coughs. 

Father Jin looked to his Prince and saw the fear residing in his features. Setting his book down, Jin placed a gentle hand on Jimin’s shoulder. The poor man jumped and turned to see the Priest eyeing him with curiosity. 

“You seem restless, what burdens you, Highness?” 

Jimin let his heart settle before looking at Jin with pensive eyes. “I worry for her, Father... I have almost lost her once, I don’t want to go through that again. It would kill me,” he breathed. 

Jin nodded, looking ahead. “I understand your fear, but believe me... Believe in Y/N, she won’t let you go so easily.”

“She’s stubborn,” Jimin smiled sadly. “I can’t imagine life without her... She’s made such a difference in my life. I never thought that... That I...”

“That you could love someone?” Jin tested.

“No one showed me what love was... My mother and father are products of arranged marriages all through the lineage and... I was supposed to be another in a long line. Yet there was something so much deeper within this story. I knew that Y/N wasn’t supposed to be my permanent bride, my mother had warned me as such... The Princess of Laureliea was supposed to be my final wife. Uniting our Kingdom’s would no doubt bring prosperity. But, I had to fall in love with her. I had to defy everything that had been set in stone, crumbling into dust within my hands. Mother obviously is enraged, I receive her letters. She asks me,  ‘why I can’t just kill the broad and marry again?’ We haven’t consummated anything. But each time, I refuse her. ``I can’t,'' I tell her. For to kill her would kill me as well. I fear we will be at odds until her death,” Jimin huffed.

Father Jin patted his shoulder softly. “Your mother is still your mother, she needs to respect your decision. You found love in a place that seemed impossible. It is such a blessing from God that you two were able to find the most purest form of love in one another. Don’t let others' emotions towards your own change them.”

Jimin bit his lip as he thought of these words. All he had done since you’d left was whine about how he wanted to be with you again. It wasn’t fair to all of those he had been working for. His people weren’t getting anything done with him pouting. 

How selfish could a future ruler be?

He wondered if something were to happen to you, he knew his response. He’d give up, he’d let his Kingdom fall to ruin if you weren’t there by his side. How incredibly greedy. 

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m going to tell you you’re wrong,” Jin stated, pulling him from his deprecating thoughts. 

“Father the whole time I’ve been without Y/N all I’ve done was-”

“Do your best,” Father Jin finished. 

“But I complained, and was difficult and-”

“And that’s what being in love does. It doesn’t make you weak, nor does it make you selfish. It makes you compassionate, it makes you loyal, it makes you devoted. None of these are bad things, Highness. None of them. You are allowed to feel anxious and worried without the one you love beside you. We don’t marry or fall in love with the expectation of being separated. You’ve been apart for almost two months, that’s long enough. You both have suffered, I know Y/N misses you. She’ll want to see you, and you are allowed to be just Jimin for a moment. You aren’t only the Prince of Arcane... You are also Jimin, a man who misses his wife,” Jin stated.

Jimin looked at Jin with wide bleary eyes. 

“I-I’m allowed to be just Jimin for the moment then?”

“You are allowed to be yourself whenever you feel the need, Jimin. Being Prince is merely a title, soon you won’t be Prince. You’ll be King. However, being Jimin is forever. Think about it. Lady Y/N doesn’t love you because you are a Prince. She loves you because you are Jimin. Even though you must be Prince, that doesn’t mean you can’t also be yourself. You are so different around Lady Y/N, and it fills my heart with joy to see you two together. I believe she lets you be Jimin. Not a Prince, not a ruler, just Jimin. And that’s another blessing you’ve been granted,” Jin expressed.

Jungkook shouted from the front of the carriage. 

“THE NORTHERN CASTLE IS IN SIGHT!”

Into Eternity - Part XIV

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

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Royalty!AU

Words: 5,439

Warnings: Major Character Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you’re sick-” he began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing, my love. Nothing at all.”

---

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

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

Your palms still sweat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N? What is it?” he asked. 

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Silence you putrid hag!” Jungkook yelled.

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

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

“What?” Taehyung said.

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

SNAP.

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

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

“Jungkook!” Hoseok yelled. 

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

Your blood ran cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Straight for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But his cheek,” you gaped. 

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

“On her side?” 

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

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

Morgana’s sharp voice echoed through the cold stone.

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I say, NOW NAMJOON!” Hoseok cried. 

“Namjoon?!” you yelled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N,” he breathed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

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

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

Jimin looked up in horror.

His wife...

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

“Y/N! No!” 

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

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

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

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

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

He failed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!” he whimpered. 

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

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

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

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

The air was eerily quiet. 

A soft breeze came over the party.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi covered his mouth, shocked by the proceedings. 

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

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

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

“Highness,” Namjoon urged.

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

“Jimin!” Namjoon screamed. 

The world was rocked into utter silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?” Taehyung shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh there’s no need for that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

“From the blessed light above.”

“From the blessed light above.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

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

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

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

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

“But Father Y/N-”

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

“Keep going!” Jungkook yelled.

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We can move her,” Father Jin answered.

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

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

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

“Y/N,” he whimpered, softly. 

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

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