#Kira you are not in kingdom hearts pls

[fightmejeonkook]

REALMS (PT7)

REQUEST: HEY I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR FICS HEHE AND I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING! CAN I REQUEST A VERY PROTECTIVE DEMON!TAE FIC PLS? DOESN’T MATTER IF FLUFFY OR SMUTTY THANK YOU SO MUCH X

GENRE: DEMON AU, SMUT (there is finally smut in this chapter)

NOTE: Realms might be ending after a few more chapters. Just to warn you guys! 

“Are you as delicious as you sound?”

Taehyung grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in irritation as he listen to the constant patter of heavy steps against the granite floors of his apartment. He hears a light chuckle beside him, coming from his now gray haired guardian who was in the brightest of moods at the sight of his panicked senior.

“He’s about to lose his shit.” Jimin mutters and Taehyung leans back against his seat, rubbing his temples in exasperation before lifting his gaze to look at the ash blonde guardian nibbling on his thumb as he strode back and forth, muttering incoherent sentences that only he could pick up.

“And I’m about to lose my shit just looking at him.” Taehyung grumbles, picking his phone to frown at the date listed on his calendar.

It had been 3 days.

3 days since that night. 3 days since he had last seen you. 3 days since he had discovered who you really were. 3 days since he found out you were a demon. 3 days since you had broken down in sobs, your memories of your kingdom, family and past life, flashing before your eyes as Yoongi breaks the spell your mother had cast years ago. 3 days since he they had tried to calm you but you had just glared at the prince and guardian with so much hatred before you had summoned a gust of wind to knock them all back.

3 days since you disappeared.

“What if your brother finds her?” Yoongi snaps Taehyung out of his reverie, making the demon prince clear his throat before the weight of the guardian’s words hit him.

“What makes you think he knows she’s alive?”

“Word travels fast, especially with that east princess and her guardian around, don’t you think?” Yoongi cocks an eyebrow up and Taehyung sighs, remembering Kira who was still bed ridden, the intensity of your power washing out the black magic that she had used. All the princess had to do now was return back to the demon world and get treated by the local healers.

“But if we can’t find her, what makes you think he can?” Jimin mutters and Yoongi turns to him, actually considering the younger guardian’s form of comfort.

“Why hasn’t he come looking for you yet?” Yoongi’s gaze lands on Taehyung once again and the demon prince simply nibbles on his lower lip, shrugging casually before turning to look at the window. He eyes the gold parchment pressed against the window sill, head hanging low as he sighs.

“He wants me to come to him.”

Jimin frowns, eyes flashing to the window sill before he’s on his feet and opening the window, hands wrapping around the golden invitation before he’s tearing it open and reading its contents.

The two boys watch the myriad of reaction’s that crosses the grey haired boy’s face, his eyes flashing red before he’s swallowing a lump stuck in his throat, lifting his gaze to look back at them.

“It’s for 3 male guests.”

“Of course it is.” Yoongi sighs, hands running through his hair before he’s walking out of the main room and into the kitchen.

Jimin purses his lips, watching the elder guardian before sighing.

“It’s for tonight, Tae.”

Taehyung leans back against the couch’s head rest, eyes squeezing shut as an image of you crosses his mind.

Where in the world were you?

-

Taehyung grits his teeth, hands adjusting the black tie against his neck as Jimin pulls up against the black castle. Yoongi leans forward, squeezing between both front seats of the car before blowing a low whistle.

“He really found a castle to host this shit huh?”

“He’s just out to annoy me.” Taehyung runs his hands against the golden embroidery of his black suit, turning to look at Jimin who was unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt.

“I assume it’s working.” Yoongi mutters before sliding out of the dark vehicle, fists clenching as his thoughts stray to you once more.

Taehyung clears his throat, stepping pass the guardian, leading the 3 of them to the main doors of the grey castle. The demon prince almost lets out a scoff, pleased that the only castle his brother could find was as worn down as this. He could already imagine the older male frowning as he glared up at the castle, deciding that “this would do”.

The guards at the doors cock an eyebrow at the sight of the 3 men, hands wrapping around the door handles before pulling them open to reveal the main halls.

“You look way too happy to see us Bruce.” Jimin comments at one of the guards “Missed me that much?”

The guard simply growls, pleasing the guardian as he disappears down the hall whose walls colored blood red. Taehyung can’t help but let out another sigh at the sight of the banners pressed against the double set doors, the symbol of their castle printed in black and silver.

“Your brother’s very themed.” Yoongi comments to which Taehyung just grunts in annoyed agreement. The doors open on their own, revealing the grand festivity his brother had set for their meeting. Almost all eyes turn to him, either filled with curiosity or distaste at the sight of their lost prince. Taehyung holds his head high, all forms of regality taking over his system as he nods at Jimin who lets out a beaming smile before he’s making his way towards the rows of guardians situated at the farthest corner of the room.

“Where’s he going?” Yoongi asks, matching Taehyung’s pace as he ignores the curious gazes of the mass of bodies around him.

“Announcing my arrival.”

“I’m sure it was announced the moment we pulled up.” Yoongi scoffs in disbelief.

“My brother has a system.” Taehyung shrugs, nodding at familiar faces before his eyes land on Rose, her lips curled up in a smile as she wraps her hands around her fur coat.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A deep voice bellows and Taehyung cringes, familiarity sinking into him as Jimin takes his place behind him.

“Mort didn’t look to happy to see me.” Jimin chuckles to which Taehyung just smiles.

“The King of the south,” Mort smiles “Kim Seokjin.”

Taehyung watches as Jin steps out, the older boy dressed in a navy blue pant suit, hair styled to his favorite style of perfection. The young king smiles at the crowd, eyes twinkling with pride as he scans for his brother. Once his eyes land on Taehyung, he lets out a pleased smile to which the latter just returns with a cock of an eyebrow.

“Please, don’t mind me. Enjoy the night. Eat, drink, dance, do whatever it is you wish.” Seokjin mumbles, waving them off to which they follow, returning to the previous festivities as the young king nods his head, calling for his brother.

“Always so fucking bossy.” Taehyung sighs before he’s swiping the back of his hand against his lips, marching towards his brother.

“I heard that, you brat.” Jin hisses once Taehyung is simply a few feet away “And to call your brother bossy after months of not seeing him makes me want to drown you into the niles.”

“You always want to drown me into the niles.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, before he’s crossing his arms over his chest in irritation “Care to explain why our King is in this world?”

“Care to explain why the South’s prince is in this world instead of his Kingdom?” Jin counters with an arch of an eyebrow and Taehyung can’t help but groan, just remembering how stubborn his brother was.

“I give up, If you just wanted to see me then you’ve seen me.” Taehyung mutters “Can I go now?”

“I heard Kira’s been poisoned by black magic, apparently she tried to kill you?” Jin’s features turn solemn, warning Taehyung that he was now delving into something more serious.

“Mera told you?”

Jin shakes his head, frowning at Taehyung’s form of subject change “Kira’s being stabilized, her Kingdom will handle her punishment for the use of illegal sorcery and for attempt of murder of a royal.”

Taehyung can’t help but scoff in sarcasm, the very thought of the kingdom who had murdered the north, punishing their own princess due to attempts of killing another royal.

“How nice.”

“I also heard we’ve discovered something else?” Jin hums but Taehyung knew better. Jin was railing in information, waiting for the prince to mention the topic first so that it wouldn’t be used against him. Taehyung clenches his fists by his side, turning to the side to watch the grand endeavor in action.

“I’d rather not talk about today, especially here.” Taehyung mutters through grit teeth.

“As much as you hate it Tae Tae, we have no choice but to discuss it now.” Jin leans closer to his brother, lips curling up in a smile as he nods at a certain direction. Taehyung follows his brother’s gaze only to widen his eyes when lo and behold, he found you, curious eyes dancing around the large room once you step into the double set doors.

The demon feels his heart hammering against his chest, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to assess if you were real or a figment of his imagination. You were in a pink silk gown, regal down to the core as your nimble fingers dance against the necklace pressed against your neck, cheeks flushed in embarrassment of being alone in a room filled of demons and supernatural beings.

“Why is she here?” Taehyung seethes, eyes locking with Yoongi who simply frowns before snapping his head back. Once the guardian catches sight of you, he waste no time, pushing pass mass of bodies to reach you.

“I wanted to see her.” Jin mumbles “She’s still as pretty, don’t you think?”

“What the fuck are you starting, hyung?” Taehyung turns his body to the older male, surprising Jin as he had not expected his brother to react so intensely.

“I just told her I was willing to answer questions she might have. She remembers me now, I just sent her an invitation, I didnt expect her to actually show-” The words die down on the King’s mouth when Taehyung grips the collar of his dress shirt, pulling the taller boy forward to seethe in his face.

“And who the fuck are you to answer any questions she might have? What makes you think you have the right?”

Taehyung ignores the gasps of the onlookers around him, gaze bent on his brother who simply smirks, gripping the younger prince’s wrists before shoving him back.

“You know exactly what I am to her.” Jin states blankly, fixing his shirt before cocking an eyebrow up at Taehyung who scoffs, turning his head to look at you only to find you already staring. His heart stills when your gaze locks, his breathe lodge against his throat as he studies your face, searching for any sign of rage against him. When your lips curl up in a soft smile, Taehyung loses all sense of rationality as he steps forward, giving his brother one last glance.

“Not anymore. You’re not that to her anymore.”

Taehyung is pushing pass rows of bodies, standing on his toes as he keeps his gaze locked on you, watching as you do your best to ignore Yoongi who wears his pain on his face. Taehyung can feel your anger, can see the way you’re on the brink of losing control at the sight of your guardian.

“Y/n, please, you had to understand that I was listening to orders.” Yoongi breaths but you just let out a scoff, arms crossing over your chest as you step forward.

“She’s been dead for years Yoongi, her orders died with her. You deprived me of my life, my memories!” You hiss, ignoring the pang of guilt that stabs at your heart at the sight of your best friend recoiling in hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn-”

“I dont want to hear it.” You stop him, eyes trained on Taehyung who pushes pass the final person standing between you both. You reach out to him, hands wrapping around his wrist as you finally let out a calming breath, finally feeling safe after days of being in constant pain and suffering. You steal once glance at Yoongi who stares at you in desperation, scared out of his mind that he was going to lose you. Your heart calls out for your best friend, your guardian, your longest existing memory.

“I dont want to hear it today. Some other day, but not today.” You mutter, watching as his features suddenly bloom in hope but he does his best to mask it, scared that he’d push you away. You quickly turn to Taehyung who studies you in quiet interest, his skin a warm contrast to yours which had gone cold. His brown orbs stare down at your own, knocking the breath out of you at the sudden realization that you had missed him.

“Get me out of here.” You mutter, feeling hundreds of red eyes digging into you as you do your best to look at Taehyung and Taehyung alone.

“Where to?” He finally speaks, voice deeper than you remembered, his hands gently wrapping around your waist as he prepares to jump.

“Anywhere.”

Taehyung’s lips curl up in a smile before he’s nodding, eyes flashing red as he jumps. You shut your eyes, hands flying forward to wrap around his own waist as you dip your face towards the expanse of his chest in hopes of pushing back the nausea. You realize that the action itself was a mistake, because the moment you’re washed with Taehyung’s scent, you already feel your head spinning.

The sudden sound of cars honking has your eyes snapping open, head flying back to survey your new found surroundings. Taehyung watches you with curiosity, lower lip pressed between his teeth when he sees the pleased gleam in your eyes. You lift your head up, a quiet giggle leaving you as you shake your head. You drop your hands back to your sides and Taehyung frowns as he follows suit, annoyed that he had to let go of you.

“Paris? Really?” You smile, eyes focused on the Eiffel tower before you’re turning to look at him “You brought me to Paris?”

“You said anywhere.” Taehyung shrugs “And we were dressed nice, so I might as well put it into good use.”

“You’re something, Tae.” You use his nickname without thinking, your memories taking their own lead of your system. You don’t notice though, you don’t even capture the sudden stilling of Taehyung’s body as his heart pounds in his chest. He hadn’t realized how good it was to hear you say those words again until you had spoken them.

“Alright.” You clap “Now show me a good time, nothing like French wine to get drunk on.” You smile, knocking the demon boy out of the trance he had set himself in. Taehyung arches an eyebrow at you but decides to humor you, taking your hand in his before leading you down the street.

-  You find yourself in an old restaurant, the ambiance completely rustic as you press your hands together and study aged works of art that hang beautifully against the walls. Taehyung returns from the bar, a bottle in his hand and a pleased smile on his face.

“Nothing better than aged wine.” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows and you can’t help but chuckle at him as he takes the seat across you.

An old woman slowly sashays towards you, two wine glasses in one of her hands while an array of cheese fills the plate on her other hand.

“You dont visit for months then expect me to serve you the best wine.” She scoffs, placing the glassware onto the table before she’s taking Taehyung’s ears between her fingers. The demon boy lets out a yelp as he leans towards her, trying to lessen the pain of her hold.

“You owe me for this boy.”

“Alright alright, jesus, calm down.” Taehyung chuckles “I just had a friend with me; I wanted to show her around.”

The old woman turns to you, eyes flashing red for a quarter of a second before they return to their shade of green. You widen your eyes at her but she just lets out a pleased laugh before shaking her head.

“I know who she is, she reeks of the north.” She hums before she’s walking away “It’s a good thing I no longer give a shit.”

Your mouth parts open in shock and Taehyung chuckles at the sight of you as he’s reaching for the bottle, popping it open and pouring you both servings.

“Isn’t she delightful?”

“She knows me?” You wince when a wave of memories flash in your mind, trying to search for her face in the list of people you had been forced to forget.

“Barely.” Taehyung notices the pain in your face, wanting nothing more than to divert topic “She was an old cook from the south, left the demon world a hundred years before I did.”

“Hundred? Wait, so how old is she?” You gasp, gripping his arm as you feel your brain pounding, as if demanding you to know this information only to come short with no idea at all.

“Around 700+, I think?” Taehyung takes your hand in his, squeezing gently in hopes of calming you “I dont know if you recall, but 1 year in the human world is 10 years in our world.”

Then it hits you, the information finally easing the pain in your mind as you lean back and nod “Right, I remember now.”

Taehyung nods, watching as you take a sip of your wine before you’re smiling and shaking your head.

“So I’m more or else 200?”

“Somewhere along those lines.” Taehyung smiles, watching as you take another pleased sip of your wine. He watches as your cheeks burn red, eyes twinkling shut as another laugh escapes you. Taehyung ignores the negated look of your gaze, trying to think of numerous ways to make you forget, even just for a night.

But how could you ever forget, when he himself was a memory.

 -

Once the clock strikes three in the morning, you had already broken 3 plates and 2 wine glasses, due to an exaggerated story telling that had you flapping your arms only to send the sets of china crashing down against the tiled floor. Taehyung winces in dreaded fear as he turns his head to the owner of the restaurant, finding her scarlet eyes flashing bright red with threat. The demon boy purses his lips, handing her his credit card with remorse before she’s swiping it out of his hands and screaming for them to get into the kitchen.

“Wash the dishes! All of them!” She barks, tossing you both pairs of rubber gloves before she’s marching away, cursing in a language you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Sorry.” You can’t help but smile, the alcohol invading your system and blurring any form of common sense.

Taehyung just angles his head to the side, tongue pressed against the corner of his lips as he shakes his head, chuckling. The very idea of two separate castle’s royals expected to wash dishes was starting to sound completely hilarious to him. The young demon shrugs his coat off, unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt to push the sleeves over his elbows before he’s slipping on the gloves. You on the other hand paid the dishes no mind, grabbing a random wine bottle before tipping your head back and downing it of its contents. You lean against the kitchen counter, eyes trained on Taehyung who was already scrubbing one of the plates rather horribly, his stature in life reflected in his lack of skill of getting pasta sauce off of the porcelain platter.

You roll your eyes at him, setting the bottle down before slapping his arms away. The young demon turns to look at you, watching as you grab the sponge from his hands before you start scrubbing, successfully riding the plate of its layer of leftovers.

“This is how you do it pretty boy.” You smile, head angling to look at him only to stop short when you see how close your faces had become.

Taehyung grows silent, eyes studying your features as he tries to fight the force pressing against him to close the distance between you two. His eyes take in the blush of your cheeks, the bright look in your eyes, the trickle of sweat travelling down your neckline, and finally, the parting of your pink lips as you try to come up with words to block out the awkwardness that had smothered the air. You tear your gaze away from him, turning to look back at painting hung behind him, as you try to block out the intensity of his gaze and form a coherent sentence, anything to snap you both out of the situation you had pressed yourself in.

“Y/N.” The crack in his voice almost causes your knees to buck, the desperation from the call of your name alone sending a wave of heat pooling between your legs. Taehyung sees the flash of red that crosses your irises before his lips are curling up in a pleased smirk, relieved to know you were just as affected as he was.

“Look at me.” He calls out again and you push down the shudder that runs through your spine. You hate how deep his voice is, hate how much the sound alone was enough to send you over the edge of your rationalization.

“No thanks.” You try to act nonchalant, turning your body back towards the sink only to gasp when you feel him wrap his now ungloved hand around your arm, forcing you to face him. Your eyes are wide for the fraction of a second as he presses his body against yours, hands on either side of your body as he locks you between the kitchen counter and himself.

“Taehyung, what are you—“You don’t even get to finish your sentence because the demon boy is already pressing his mouth on yours. You aren’t even able to question your own level-headedness as your arms wrap themselves around his neck without your accord. Taehyung growls into your mouth, savoring each corner as he presses even closer, hips grinding onto you desperately. His hands run up and down your waist, tracing your figure deliciously, pleased to feel the silk garment against his finger tips. You run your own fingers against his hair, gripping the end of his locks with so much strength that Taehyung can’t help but part his lips in pain. You smirk against him, tongue swiping against his lower lip before delving into his mouth in self proclaimed dominance.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans, hands reaching out for your thighs before he’s lifting you with ease, sitting you down on the kitchen counter as he wraps your legs around him. The angle has you whimpering against his mouth, feeling his hips digging into your own as his lips worked their wonders on you. Taehyung slips your heels off of your feet, the other free hand wrapping around your neck before he’s peppering kisses down your jaw line then onto the juncture of your neck and collarbone.

“Taehyung” You mutter his name breathlessly and the demon lets out a hiss as his hips buck forward, length pressing into your barely clothed core and causing both of you to let out feral moans. You wrap your fingers around the collar of his shirt, gripping with might as he works love bites on you, turning the marks obsidian before he’s swiping his tongue against your pulse. You let out another moan, not bothering to hide your desire for him as you work on the buttons of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to rip the expensive material off of him.

“Eager for me, sweetheart?” Taehyung smirks against your skin and you bite down onto your lips, trying to muffle the moan that his words had extracted.

“What should I do with you, hmmm?” Taehyung runs his nose against the length of your neck before he’s dipping down, pressing a chaste kiss against the low dip of your dress. You can feel the heat consuming you, your mind blanking out with nothing but feral desire as you ground your own hips against him, begging for any form of comfort. Once the top four buttons of his shirt were off, you decide to fuck it all to hell as you rip the remaining buttons off. Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock as he pulls back to look at you but you pay him no mind as you dig the heels of your feet against his lower back, hands tangling into his hair as you force him to angle his head back. You press your chest against his bare one, reveling in the feeling of his skin pressed against your partially covered body. His hands dig painfully tight against your waist but you chose to ignore him as you return the favor of his marks, biting down on his neck and smiling in pride when he lets out a desperate groan.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He swallows, heart hammering against his chest as he suppresses the urge to take you raw. Taehyung grits his teeth as his body shudders at the feeling of your nails running against the expanse of his chest down to his abdomen, leaving bright red marks as you continued ravaging his neck.

“Come play with me, Tae Tae.” You whisper against his earlobe and the young demon swears that he loses his mind as he grabs the back of your neck, slamming his lips back on yours while his free hand pushes down the straps of your horrid dress. You smile against him, too forgone to even think about the weight of your actions as you trace light circles right above the dip of his hipbone.

You use your free hand, untangling Taehyung’s grip on your neck before your trailing it to the slit of your dress, allowing him the chance to press the palm of his hands against the skin of your thighs.

“Fucking hell.” He groans into your mouth, fingers kneading your flesh as yours lips part in pleased satisfaction.

“Stop me before I do something stupid Y/n.” Taehyung growls, hands inching higher as you part your lips, leaning back to look at him. And what a sight to see he was. Taehyung was completely fucked out, with eyes wide and blown due to raw desire, his hair a mess on his head after having your fingers weaved through them too many times to count, and his lips, which were now swollen and plump, were practically begging you to have them on your skin once more.

You bite down on your lip, watching as he swipes that sinful tongue of his against his lower lip. “Do something stupid then.”

“Fuck, don’t test me.” He growls again, giving you a chance, giving you a good amount of time to change your mind. You let out a sinister smile; fingers tracing the arc of his chin as you tip his head back, pressing your forehead against his own.

“Are you as delicious as you sound, Kim Taehyung?”

The kiss that followed your words is feral, teeth clashing against teeth as Taehyung wastes no time, bent on breaking you for how much you had pushed him over the edge. He doesn’t even allow you the chance of surprise as one of his hands start kneading your chest, fingers skillfully finding your nipple even through the constraints of your bra. You let out a moan, body shaking in anticipation just as he squeezes your behind before he’s growling at the feeling of your bare skin against his palms.

“Are you fucking mad? You weren’t wearing anything under this?”

“I was.” You hum, pleased to have irked him “They came off in Paris.”

“What a fucking cock tease.” He growls just as your fingers start toying with the buckle of the leather strap of his belt. It was a game of who could ruin each other first and Taehyung was sure he was going to lose if he didn’t play his cards right and faster. You were already popping the button of his jeans open but the demon boy wastes no time, the tips of his fingers brushing against your slit and causing your ministrations to still as you jerk your body forward.

You had lost.

Taehyung smirks in pride as your fingers grip his shirt, voice begging for him to continue. You lean your head against his shoulders just as his thumb presses against your clit, sending waves of electricity shocking through your system.

“Taehyung please!” You cry, never having felt something so intense just from the lightest of touches.

“In due time, princess.” He smiles, and before you could growl at him, curse him for even using such a pet name on you, the words die down in your mouth as he dips a finger into your heat. All forms of words are replaced by a moan, the stretch of one finger alone making you circle your hips to plead for more.

Taehyung hisses once more, the heat of your walls clenching around him driving his imagination wild at the thought of being buried hilt deep into you.

“You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart, is this all for me?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss against your neck as he starts pumping in and out of you.

You answer with a moan of his name and Taehyung bucks his hips forward, his body answering your cry of desire with his own as he snaps his wrist faster, desiring nothing more than to break you. “You look so pretty like this with my finger buried into you. I can’t wait to have you bent over this kitchen counter while I fuck you. Hmmm sweetheart, would you like that?”

Holy shit, Taehyung was into dirty talk. You were ruined; you knew that it was too late for you to turn the game around now. The demon was in control and you were already racing towards the first orgasm of many more that you were sure he was bent on milking.

“Taehyung please, I’m close.” You cry, body shaking in pleasure just as he adds another finger, stretching you out even more. Taehyung lets out a smile, slowly sliding the zipper of your dress down, allowing the silk garment to pool around your hips as he pushes your bra down. You dig your teeth against your lower lip, lost in a world of pleasure as he circles a finger around your nipple before he’s dipping his head down and taking the sensitive nub into his mouth.

“TAEHYUNG!” You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle out the scream of his name as his finger brushes against a nerve of muscle that has you seeing white. Your walls clench around him but the demon boy is relentless as he moves at an inhuman speed, leading you to your breaking point just as his tongue swipes your nipple. A scream of immense pleasure rips through you as your orgasm snaps your systems, almost knocking you out from sheer satisfaction. Your nails dig into the juncture of his neck as you bite down on his shoulder, body shaking as he rides out your high, lips curled up in a smile at the sight of you so wrecked.

“Such a good girl.” He hums, lips pressing against your shoulder blades as he listens to you trying to control your breathing. You swipe a tongue against your lips, causing Taehyung’s eyes to widen when you drag his zipper over the curve of his crotch, warning him that the game had just begun.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” A sudden voice snaps you both out of your reveries, head snapping back to find Jimin with a wide smile plastered on his face as he leans against the kitchen door frame, Yoongi behind him and turning beet red due to anger and embarrassment. Taehyung’s eyes turn a deadly shade of red as he growls at the sight of the two guardians who had appeared at the worst of moments. You’re already slipping your dress back in place, lips opening and closing as you try muttering any form of explanation for the situation they had caught you in.

“It’s nothing like that! Oh my god, how much did you guys even see? We just had too much to—“ Taehyung rolls his eyes, hand slapping over your mouth before he’s cocking an eyebrow at you, telling you to shut up. You frown at him but his form of warning works as he turns to glare at the two intruders, an incantation of turning them into toads already dancing on his lips.

“You’ve got 5 seconds to fucking explain.” Taehyung growls but Jimin simply shrugs, fingers lacing with Yoongi whose eyes turn wide in horror as he lifts his gaze to lock with yours.

“Yoongi was begging me to ravage him in the city of love” Jimin smiles “but I guess you guys beat us to it. “

“Jimin, I swear to all the fucking—“

“Jeez calm down.” Jimin rolls his eyes; fear shooting through his system at the anger his royal had directed at him “Kira’s awake.”

This catches both yours and Taehyung’s attention as the demon boy fix his dress shirt, eyebrows frowning as he waits for the guardian to continue.

“And she may have told the realms about the return of the north.”