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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.”

He’s really out there, looking this good? The audacity.

Boiii

Headlights | pjm (m)

Summary- Jimin is a fuckboi, rumor has it his tongue can make you see stars. Everyone assumes he’s this way because he just wants to have fun. No one dares look deeper, no one sees the haunted look in his eyes, the emptiness and pain that reside in their deep brown depths. Until you.

🎶 Headlights by The Classic Crime - “Please don’t face the headlights of oncoming cars alone.” 🎶

Word Count- 14.7k 🥴

Pairing- Jimin x reader

Genre- smut

Warnings- oral (female recieving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slightly rough sex, nipple piercing? is that warning?, some depression-like symptoms/thoughts, a little self destructive behavior? Kind of.

a/n: Part of the Tatted Bangtan Series! This is the longest fic I have ever written and it is my baby. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think!  💕 

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Soulmates, 4 O’Clock, The Moon

Kim Namjoon, 2017-06-09 on fancafe;

“What do you want to say?” I asked Taehyung.

“I was just waiting for my friend at dawn in the park. The bird’s chirping. I like that blueishness and quietness moment.”

I asked who that friend was, and Taehyung mostly answered, “It’s Jimin.” 

Now I really like dawn too, along with the moon. 

trans. by peachBOY_0613

Taehyung’s velvet voice and Namjoon’s soulful words brought me to peace the first time I listened to the song. Strongly based on it, this fanart of Jimin and Taehyung is a piece of fun experimental work. I played with palettes I’ve never had before, the play of contrast left me baffled but also feeling wondrous. The more you try new things, the more you learn what to do and what not to do. I thank for all of you who always appreciate my works, dear ARMYs. 

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