#jungkook military au

[keen-li]

COOKIES

A/n: just a little quickie

Military au

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I brought you some of your favourite cookies I made" you smile warmly at the man in uniform infront of you. You stretch out the little bag showing him how much effort you put into bagging the goods.

And as he opens the contents of the bag, he admires the effort you also put into making it. You didn't have to, he told you this before, but you did and he appreciates it still . He knows it's one of your ways of showing him you care and love him. Plus you wouldn't listen even if he told you.

Back home you and him always made these little cookies with weired faces on them. "The weirder the face the sweeter they are" you'd say smiling like a child as you drew onto a cookie.

He'd just stare at you and admire the energy you put into it.

"I think that's very true considering how sweet you are" he says wrapping his arms around you to trap you from moving. When what he said registers you gasp

"Hey!!!" You yell and try to move in his grip but fail. He finds it amusing, cause you can't do anything and he has you trapped, that's why he did it so he can hear you whine and complain.

"Are you saying I have a weird face?" You whine energy wearing out. Jungkook let's out a chuckle and your face scrunches up in faux anger.

"Not really..." he starts "but sometimes" he moves he's head around as if pondering on times when he thought your face was weird.  Of course he doesn't think your face is weird, he loves your face; loves to place many tiny kisses on it and loves watching your expressions change according to what your thinking. You also know that he doesn't think your face is weird, you just play along cause you know that's how you tease each other.

You elbow hum lightly and his wall falters and you're set free. You immediately turn to start placing tiny (unharmful) slaps on his chest.

"Sometimes when huh?" You egg on and you continue to slap his chest, his very hard chest that's not affected by your weak blows.

"Like now" He says through your hits and at his words you throw a heavier slap that echos in your quiet shared apartment.

You pause fearing you've crossed a boundary. Yes he's your boyfriend and you've been together a while but  you're still kind of afraid of crossing boundaries,  especially the ones you are unaware of. Jungkook notices the little pout on your face and knows what you're thinking,  he doesn't know how many times he's going to tell that there's no blow that you can hit him with that's gonna hurt him, unless you kick him in the nuts.

"Hey that's all you've got?" He acts mockingly trying to lighten the mood, and with the scoff you let out he knows you know that he doesn't mind.

"I outta take you to the gym, your punches are kinda disappointing" you chuckle at him as you turn back to your cookies.

"i don't need the gym, I walk enough stairs and carry enough files at work" your wrist rolls as you draw your weird faces.

"And how do those things help with you learning to throw a good punch" he wraps his arms around your waist and closes the space between. Your stomach does a little flip as you feel his closeness, it feels like the first time everytime he does that. You hope he never stops.

"I don't need to learn to throw a punch..." you bend a little to get the right angle for the face you're making and as you do you brush against jungkook and he can't help but groan.

"...I have you" he can hear the smile and confidence in your voice. He's happy that you find confidence and safety in him, but he's not always gonna be around and those moments make him sick. Sometimes he wishes he could become a diety so that he can watch over you and protect you, but its not a fairytale and he knows he can't always be around. He always tries to make you understand that but you always take it as a joke. He doesn't know this but you do understand him and where he's coming from but you're just avoiding the reality of things.

"I won't always be around" his voice softens as he breath brushes past your neck and his head is quite heavy on your shoulder.

"Oh yeah? And where are you gonna go?" You say wanting to bring up the topic you've both been avoiding but needs to be had.

"The military?" You finish for him knowing he's not gonna say it.  You chuckle at the little sigh he lets out.

Your bodies disconnect and you regret bringing it up,the cold of the apartment finally getting to you. You know he isn't mad, its just hard to have serious conversations when your ass keeps brushing past his growing hard-on.

 He goes to stand on the opposite side of the island sighing as if ready to have the conversation. Your demeanour becomes a little more serious and your face falls as you hope you don't cry. You're the one who brought it up anyways,  but it's good, you need to face this.

"Do you think you'll be okay" his soft voice airs out.

You sigh and hope your tears don't fall and salten the cookies. You don't have an answer for him, you've never had the answer to that question. You can only hope.

"I hope I'll be okay" your voice fades out quite early at the end.

Jungkook knows its gonna be hard for the both of you. Sometimes he wishes he'd met you after he'd already served but that's not possible. He's glad he met you before though, gives him a reason to complete the service, come back home and now actually start life with you; like proposing. He wanted to propose to you before he left but he's mother told him he should do it after and he agrees. Proposing to you before he leaves feels like he's tying you to him and making and forcing you wait for him. He doesn't want to make you feel obligated to wait for him.

"You can move on you know" you roll your eyes once you hear him, you hated when he said stupid things and he often did when he got sentimental.

"Jungkook please" you chuckle "move on?"

You lift your eyes and they meet his doe ones, he should really hear how silly he sounds.

"Yeah, I don't want to make you feel tied to me. You you can move on find some dude who's already done his service and start the life you want" even though it leaves a burning bitter taste on his tongue and heart, he says it anyways. He doesn't even mean a single word, if he could he'd take you with him or he wouldn't even go.

You don't even react to him, knowing he's just spewing nonsense.

"And you'd be okay with that me starting a life with someone else?"

No.  Of course not. He'd rip the dude's head off once he found him.

"If it's what you want" you can hear the lies through his tone and demeanour.  You know jungkook wouldn't want that, he hates the idea and you know it would kill him cause it kills you too.

"You're acting like you're going away forever" you force a smile, it isn't forever but even a day away from him feels like eternity, what more him being away for months?

You hear him release a chuckle.

"Plus I've given you 4 years of my life, why would I throw that away. Its not like when you leave I'll stop loving you. Yeah I will miss you, yes I will cry but its not gonna hurt so bad that'd I'd want to move on or find someone else"

He listens to you and is happy you feel like that cause he does too, he could honestly just propose to you now but he'll still do it after.

"Babyy" he coos. He stands and walks up to you, immediately turning you around and capturing your cheeks with his palms. It's the first time he's heard how you feel about it, but in all honesty it's the first time you've just talked about it. There's still more to talk about but today's a good start.

"I'm going to miss you soooo much" he places a peck on your lips and you place your hands on his waist.

"I'll think about you everyday, I'll go through everyday knowing I'm a day closer to coming back to you. I'll do this so I can come back to you an we can make all the weird faced cookies of yours"

He kisses you softly again. You just lean into his kiss.

"Promise me something jungkook" your lips are only millimetres from his.

"Yeah baby"

"Don't think about me too much okay" you stroke his sides more to comfort yourself,those tears you've been holding are making their way. Jungkook holds you tighter noticing.

"I can't do that. I don't like lying"

And the flood gates open. This is gonna be harder than you thought.

The smell of the sweet cookies makes jungkook smile and he's already blushed cheek blush more. He pulls one out.

He let's out a laugh.

"Kept the weird faces huh?" he smiles and takes a bite, tastes like comfort and everything's he's been missing.

"Why would I change them. Told you the weirder the sweeter" you speak happiness in your tone cause you've finally gotten to see him. You grab a cookie from the bag and take a bite aswell. After having a couple more he rolls up the bags and packs it.

"I should hide these before someone else wants some" you chuckle at his words. Jungkook isn't the most generous when it comes to the things you make for him and he's not afraid to admit that.

"Not even one?" You mock.

"Nope. They can go tell their girlfriends to do that." He adjusts his uniform that you've been admiring him in. "But most of the guys don't have girlfriends so that's a shame for them" you both laugh.

"How's your friend jimin." You ask suddenly remembering him. Jungkook's surprised you remember him but again how can you forget the person you made you two start dating.

"He's okay. Been kicking his ass in training though" he pats himself on the shoulder with his tone.

"Take it easy on him,"  you try an bargain for jimin.

"There's no time for nursery care here baby" he stretches his hand out for you to take it and you do.

"Want me to show you my room?" He says pulling you towards a building.  He feels your hesitation and turns to you with a lifted brow.

"Am I even allowed there?" You bite your inner cheek.

"Yeah I can get permission if you want though."

You'd prefer he gets permission first you don't need him in trouble. And so you nod which hums to.

You start walk to jungkook's superior's office.

"Did I tell you how strong your hand feels" you say admiring the veins on his hands and the way he holds your hand for dear life.

"Is it?" He squeezes your hand slightly.

"Yep, gonna put them to work when you get back home" you rejoice swinging his arm.

"Is working ever gonna end for me?"  He whines.

"Nope.Never"

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Paradise (what about us?) | JJK | SNIPPET

Pairing: military! husband! Jungkook x engineer! wife! Reader

A/N: Welcome, darlings, to my April's GOLDEN fic! This was inspired by "Paradise (what about us?)" by Within Temptation as well as the video game "Fallout 4" so you can thank my dad he played it while I watched :D I'll be publishing snippets here and there as well as progress on the story. I really hope you will like it and remember you can get access to exclusive fics with my Golden Membership I'll link below! ALSO, the poll I said I'd publish have been postponed because uni has been kicking my ass. That's why I'll be writing this story I'm currently inspired to write. Additional content will be published on Ko-fi

Warnings: apocalypse! AU, war! AU, dystopian! AU, violence, blood, gore, use of weapons, angst, some fluff here and there, survival! AU, married! AU, ft. OT7, futuristic! AU, sci-fi, military! Jungkook (I'm in love), oc is described to be shorter than Koo, more warnings will be added on the fic,

~SNIPPET

The world ended 150 years ago. 

And now, what was left to do was to survive in this new cursed paradise. 

“Have you ever wondered what it was like to live before hell fell upon us?”

“Have you ever wished you had died in the war?”

“Have you ever wanted to live so much like now?”

Those questions were commonly asked. Cruel questions. Questions you didn’t know the answer to. Questions that made you think in a world where you could only act. Where impulses won over reasoning. Where life was considered both as a curse and a blessing and sometimes, neither you nor your husband Jungkook knew if it was worth fighting for a fallen world or to join the dead, for in death there’s peace you’ll never find in this dark paradise. 

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April/16/2024

[luxora]

BTS -> {Military AU} -> Falling for their captain’s wife

Requested: No

Group: BTS

Genre: Angst. Smut.

Warning: Nsfw. Swearing. Some violence.

A/N: I read too much angsty smut. It is actually a problem. I am so sorry. Never go after someone else’s partner, its bad. Just leave it to fiction instead. I don’t really know a lot about the military aside from movies and from what google has given me, so please take all of this military setting with a pinch a salt. Please let me know what you think.

Jin

It was wrong, so very wrong. His captain trusted him, believed in him, to the extent that he would even consider him an equal and yet Seokjin decides to do the most unforgivable thing, which was to be intimate with his wife.

He did not mean for it to happen, the relationship between the two of you forming due to his captain’s regular absence in your household due to the various missions he is sent on. Your husband, his captain, was an honorable man and worked to serve his country, just as Seokjin was through his own enlistment. But Seokjin saw how lonely you were, just how you yearned for comfort during your dark days and to be able to share a laugh with someone instead of just yourself. Seokjin saw what you needed and he at first had offered himself to you as a friend, the two of you being acquainted due to his captain introducing the two of you together.

But eventually the friendship branched off to something more and Seokjin was ashamed that he has betrayed his captain in the worst possible way, not only as a fellow soldier but as a friend as well. But the shame becomes forgotten each time he sees you smile, sees you light up at the sight of him when he arrives at your home. The shame is all but a forgotten feeling when he presses you onto the bed, the same one you shared with your husband, lips on your neck while his fingers begin to undo the buttons of your shirt.

When he was with you, he forgets about his atrocity and simply revels in your company and warm body, just as you do with him.

Seokjin grunted each time he reentered you, the sounds of fleshing meeting flesh echoing in the bedroom while you gasped at each entry of his length into your womanhood. Your nails were digging into his shoulders and your legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, almost as if you were afraid that he would leave you, just like his captain regularly does due to his commitment to his duties. His lips were hot on yours, swallowing your gasps as he sped up his thrusts, his arm cradling your head as it kept him propped up while his other hand was squeezing your breast.

“Seokjin...Seokjin...” You prayed against his lips, prompting him to keep covering your lips with his own as he felt his own core tightening as he was prepared to unleash himself into you, your legs tightening around his hips even more as you were prepared to follow after him.

“Y/N...” He huffed lowly, warning you about his oncoming release and you responding by tugging him closer to your body by his shoulders, an almost impossible feat due to the two of you already being so close.

“Inside...please...” You begged, your voice always making him so much more aroused due to the desperation attached to it.

Eventually he could not hold himself back anymore. He slammed into you to the hilt and groaned lowly as he finally released himself in you, filling you to the brim with his seed while you shuddered against him, squeezing him tight as you milked him of his worth until eventually relaxing, the two of you breathing in tandem.

He pulled himself up slowly so that he could look at you, your cheeks flushed and your chest still raising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, but your eyes were just lit up with so much joy. Your always always spoke out to him in so many different emotions, but happiness and love were the two emotions that he saw so clearly as you looked back at him. Your hands moved to cup the back of his neck to pull him down so that you could kiss him, passionate but languid as you reveled in his warm body on top of you.

It was so awfully wrong for him to be so sated right now, especially since the both of you knew that your husband was away for a two week call to attend a very important army conference with allies of the army. But he could not help it, especially when you were curling yourself into his embrace as he finally fell to his side to rest for a bit, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist as you cuddled into him, placing your hand over his heart and feeling it beat wildly for you.

It was wrong. So wrong, and yet he was unable to find himself from stopping as being with you was something that he yearned for, even though you were already a taken woman. It was stupid and betraying for him to keep doing this, and yet he couldn’t find it within himself to stop. Not when you craved for his company just as he did for yours.

“Please don’t leave me.” You whispered against his collarbone, something you always said after each love-making session, it being an apparent fear of yours as you were aware of the wrongfulness you were doing by becoming involved with Seokjin. And as always, he answers with a kiss to your forehead and a whispered promise against your hair.

Never.

Suga

He was a tortured soul who was sworn to hell due to his feelings for a woman that he cannot have, a woman who already belongs to his captain due to her being his wife. And yet even though it is forbidden for him to be with you, he still was, buried deep inside you as you clutched at his shoulders and allowed yourself to become immersed in pleasure by the doings of a soldier who would give his life for you.

You at least at the courtesy to not wear your wedding band when you were in his presence, as well to have no connection to your husband in any way as you met with him to become lost in love and passion. Your respect for your husband was dedicated and yet sad, because even though you were aware of his lack of love for you and becoming lost in the pleasure of other woman, you still willingly played the party of a dutiful wife, hosting dinner parties for his captain and all of his colleagues when they came to your home for dinner, and at times, Yoongi was included in the guests.

Whenever the two of you were in company, Yoongi remained silent in order to not draw attention to himself and to how he was affected whenever you were close to him. He would neither look at you or touch you in any way, only focusing on you when you would purposefully ask him a question of which he was expected to answer. But when he would remove himself from the company of the others, to either go to the kitchen to get another drink or to excuse himself to the bathroom, that was when he would let his feelings be known to you.

He would brush his fingers along your sides or press a kiss to your neck while you were monitoring the food on the stove, to just give you some semblance of reality that his feelings for you was not that of a figment of imagination. Yoongi cursed himself each time he feller deeper and deeper in love with you because it would only end in heartbreak for him as you were a taken woman while he was but a loyal underling to his captain, your husband, who did not treat you the way you deserved.

But could he really call himself a loyal underling to his captain if he is fucking his wife? Or rather, falling in love with his wife despite knowing that he could not have her because she was spoken for? Loyalty is something which is easily broken and if Yoongi was asked to who he was loyal to, you or his captain, then he would choose you. Every time. Any time.

“Y/N...Y/N...Y/N...” He repeated, saying your name like a prayer as you continued to ride him, his hands grasping your hips and squeezing them tightly as you brought the both of you closer to the edge of pleasure, eyes screwed up tightly as you basked in the physical pleasure that only Yoongi could provide for you. You managed to tilt your head downwards and to open your eyes to stare at Yoongi’s face, filled with nothing but love and lust for you.

“Yoongi...”

You cupped his face and smashed you lips to him, hard and passionate that Yoongi returned readily, his hands on your hips forcing you down hard on him as he finally released himself in you, you easily following afterwards as you cried in pleasure against his lips, Yoongi swallowing them as he easily dominated your lips with his. He lazily continued to thrust, helping you ride out from your climax before finally stilling, wrapping his arms around tightly around you in an embrace as you pulled away from his lips to catch your breathe back, body tingling in the after-effects of the passionate session.

No doubt your husband was out fooling around with his own other woman, under the pretenses that he was meeting with some of the other captains, leaving you at home and expecting you to be alone while he wasted himself in bodily pleasure, unaware that you did the same. Yoongi sat naked in the middle of marital bed, holding you closely to him as you allowed yourself to settle back from the high of your climax, pulling away to admire Yoongi’s facial features closely, your thumb absentmindedly tracing his cheek bone as your locked eyes with him.

“I wish...things were different.” You finally said, making Yoongi cock his head slightly as he reviewed you, unsure to what you were referring to.

Did you wish that you were not married at all? Did you wish that you were not involved in the military lifestyle at all? Because then in that case, you and Yoongi never would have met and Yoongi never would have been forced into accepting these forbidden feelings of falling for another man’s wife, much less his captain’s wife. Or did you wish that you were Yoongi’s? That you were his and only his and the two of you didn’t have to wait for your husband’s absence to reunite with one another?

He did not know what you were referring to with your words, and he was tempted to ask, only for you to stop his train of through with a single kiss. You hugged his head to you, arms wrapped around it while you continued to kiss him, not wanting him to break way even for a second. You were holding onto him so tightly, he was certain that he was going to pass out from the kiss due to the lack of air he was receiving.

However would that truly be a terrible way of dying? From your kiss? He doesn’t think so.

A groan left his lips, getting swallowed by your own, as he felt you move along his length again, starting up the fire of passion as you clearly were prompting for another round between the two of you. You finally released his lips, panting heavily as you moved to grasp at his shoulders again, helping you in your movements of riding him. And as the man in love as he was, who was he to deny your need of pleasure and love as he could readily provide it for you.

He grasped your hips again to help guide you along him, his lips enveloping around one of your nipples to suck into his mouth, making you gasp in pleasure as the two of you began to pick up speed, becoming lost in pleasure and passion between each other.

J-Hope

Your body fitted so perfectly with his, almost as if it was made for him as the two of you were like two matching puzzle pieces who fitted together to make a beautiful image, and Hoseok adored everything that the two of you made together since you brought such a light to his life just as he did to yours.

His hands were tightly grasping your hips while your body remained bent over the bathroom sink, your teeth biting down onto your shirt sleeve to try decrease the chances of you being heard each time he entered you, his hips slamming against your backside each time he thrusted into you, the sounds being music to his ears as he allowed himself this moment of pleasure with you before he returned you to his captain after escorting you to the restroom.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to visit the military training facilities as Hoseok’s captain often oversaw the training of all the soldiers, especially with the long range shooting as he was a skilled shot himself. So when he saw you arrive at the shooting range with a packed lunch for your husband, his stomach and heart both burned as dread filled him when he saw you press a kiss to your husband’s cheek in greeting, but his heart flew when he was then graced with an eye contact with you, noticing him amongst the others as he was readying his gun for another shooting round.

It was amazing that the two of you had yet to be discovered for you affair, since his captain was a very observant man and often was able to detect when others were lying. And yet he has not caught onto you and Hoseok’s relationship with each, one filled with love and passion which had apparently become lacking in your marriage to his captain due to his new apparent focus with the military.

Was his relationship with you right? Of course not. Hoseok understood perfectly how painful it was to find out your significant other is unfaithful, as his past girlfriend had once betrayed him with his best friend. And his captain was there for him during that hard time for him, lending him the support he needed as well as the advice to help him get back on his feet and recenter his focus. But you were also there for him, and although you did not have the intentions to pursue a relationship with him, it had somehow happened.

And now the two of you were fixed in a lull like this, meeting up with one another secretly to become lost in moments of passion due to the inability of the two of you meeting up outside as your husband often kept tabs on you despite his unavailability to stay by yourself himself. So when you had requested for one of the solders to lead you to the closest restroom, your eyes glancing at him as you hinted at the possibilities, he volunteered. Your husband thought nothing of it as he was focusing on fixing the accuracy of one of the struggling soldiers, simply nodding at Hoseok as he began to lead you away from the firing range and to one of the lady restrooms in the military main building.

He wished he had more time with you, more time to simply worship your body the way that it deserved but neither of you had the privilege of that time. Neither of you could linger for too long otherwise his captain would suspect something, so he had to speed this up in order to return you to the shoot arrange with an appropriate time of return while ensuring that both you and him are sated. He suddenly sped up his thrusting, slamming into you harder and faster which made you bite down harder onto your shirt sleeve, your sounds of pleasure still squeaking out of you despite your attempts of muffling them.

You tightening around him informed Hoseok that you were close, so he bent his frame over yours, making shallow thrusts into you while one of his hands went to play with your womanhood, circling the bud which was swollen with desire. His lips were at your ear as he huffed against it.

“Come now baby girl.”

And on his order, you did.

You tightened around him and milked him of his worth as he released himself in you, not having the time to pull out as it would only result in a longer time for you to clean yourself up, and neither of you could afford the time of a clean up. He pulled out of you, making you whine from the emptiness before fixing himself up and helping you off the sink, helping you redress your lower half before cupping your cheek and leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” He said, him needing to say it as it was only that moment of privacy was he able to let you know his feelings for you. You smiled at him and leaned in to press a second kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.”

The two of you eventually exited from the restroom, thankfully no one in the facility to have overheard the two of you. And even though you stumbled slightly at the beginning of your and Hoseok’s return to the shooting facility, you were able to right yourself and able to walk normally to avoid detection of the happening in the bathroom, pressing a kiss to your husband’s cheek again in greeting while Hoseok returned to the shooting range to continue practicing with his fellow soldiers.

RM

He knew that he shouldn’t have feelings for you. Just like you, he was married and his wife was expecting to have his and her first child together, a happy occasion for him and her as the family which Namjoon always wanted was growing. And yet he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, just as you were to him despite being married yourself, to his captain of all people and judging from the small bulge in your stomach, you were expecting as well.

But the question was...who was the father?

Namjoon did the math in his head and he knew that it was very much possible that you could possibly be having his child, especially since with how intimate the two of you were in your time alone. Despite the both of you being married, the two of you fell in love with each and started this affair which burnt on both ends as it was only a matter of time the two of you have to return to reality and your own respective spouses.

They were all returning from a mission, lead by his captain which resulted in victory and so they were finally returning home to their families, his captain returning to you while Namjoon was returning to his wife. He heartily accepted the embraced his wife gave him, running to meet him as he disembarked form the plane with the others, hugging her tightly to him while he whispered his greetings in her ear.

But then he heard your voice calling out his captain’s name. He glanced over his wife’s shoulder as he hugged her to watch you embracing your husband tightly, his captain greeting you just as heartily by spinning you around and then pressing a kiss to your lips. His heart immediately twitched in pain at the sight, even more so when he watched his captain lay his palm against your belly, smiling softly at your baby bump while you covered his hand with your own, smiling at your captain with loving eyes. And then you suddenly glanced over to Namjoon and locked eyes with him.

Even though the two of you were a distance away, the electricity was obvious between the two of you. He noticed the flash of yearning in your eyes, the obvious need for him made so clearly with a single look. He had no idea how the two of you were able to come out from this, especially since the two of you were expecting children of you own, only the difference being that Namjoon was the father of both.

His captain was completely unaware of the truth circumstance of the pregnancy, believing it to be his despite the two of you hardly being as intimate as you and Namjoon were when the two of you secretly met up to become lost with one another. Namjoon could not leave his wife, not when she loves him so dearly and his carrying his child, but he could not let go of you either. You affected him so much that it drove him crazy with emotions, mainly with guilt and love due to the circumstances of both of his relationships.

He did not know what was to occur between the two of you once both babies are born, but he knows that he will be connected to you no matter what, and so he was going to take it however he can as he knew that his love for you never was going to fade away, even though he was already married to his wife.

Namjoon pulled away from his wife’s embrace and smiled at her before leaning in to kiss, taking his hand in hers before leading her away, only stopping by you and his captain to pay his respects. He felt your eyes on him as he saluted at his captain.

“Thank you very much sir.” He saluted, earning himself a salute back from his captain.

“Good work out there Kim.” He then turned to you and swallowed slightly when the two of you locked eyes before bowing his head to you in respect.

“A pleasure Mrs L/N.”

And then he walked away with his wife in hand, feeling your eyes on his back as he retreated from the temptation known at you, his own heart pounding wildly at being so close to you. The two of you would perhaps meeting eventually, a reunion between the two of you to be expected due to how you both longed for each other during Namjoon’s absence.

Jimin

A man should not be judged if he shows emotion, a concept which modern society seemingly struggles with as the belief that men must be stone-cold machines was something which was very much advertised and yet so untrue. Jimin is very much aware that he is more emotional than most, or rather, that he was more in touch with his feelings and accepting towards them than others in the military camp were. So he knew that the feelings that he had for you were not falsified nor the branches from ideas of lust of pursuing you despite being a forbidden fruit.

He loved you. He knew he loved you, and the love that he had for you was attached with the pain of being unable to be with you like he would like to. Because the wedding ring on your finger was all the sign he needed that he could not pursue you, that he could not venture into the charted territory which was owned by none other than his captain.

The alcohol burned down his throat as he slung back the glass and finished its contents in one go, his eyes fixed on your dancing figure as you danced with your husband on the open dance floor with the other military coupes. Parties were fairly common at the military base, or Jimin would rather call them let-loose events as they provided the solders the obvious chance to relax and not remain all winded up with tensity due to training and the odd occurrence which required military assistance.

You remained so blissfully unaware of the feelings that he had for you, even though you plagued his mind every day and every hour, even when he falls asleep you seemingly just invade his dreams so that he could never escape you, and to continuously be taunted with the aspect that he could never have you because of your marital status. His heart throbbed in pain because even though there was nothing more that he wanted other than to take you into his arms and to kiss you, to get a taste of your lips and to finally feel what it felt like to kiss an angel.

But he couldn’t.

Even though he felt himself getting dragged to the dance floor by his own supposed date, her fingers wrapped tightly around his arm as she pulled him to the dance floor as her favorite song began to play, he could not take his eyes of you. Even his own dance movements were too sluggish for such an upbeat song, the opposite of yours as you happily jumped to the beat, a wide smile on your face which you husband shared as he watched you enjoy the music, his own dance movements more energetic than usual as your energy was too infectious for him to ignore.

And when his date decided she wanted to take him away from the party, for a more intimate kind of celebration, Jimin still had you in mind. It was your face that he imagined as he was shoved into an office chair, letting out a grunt as he landed in it, and it was your hands that he imagined that began to undo his trousers buttons, ducking underneath his under and grasping him, making him hard from the soft and yet hard touch of your palms. It was you he imagined that freed him from his material prison and then enveloped him in your mouth, bobbing up and down and pleasuring him to no end as he groaned and tilted his head back against the chair as he embraced the pleasure.

And it was you he imagined enveloping him in velvety warmth, squeezing him during his entrance to your body before lifting yourself off him before impaling yourself on him again. It was you that he imagined doing all of this, no one else. Even though the voice did not belong to your as the gasps from his thrusts filled the room, he still pictured your face screwing up in pleasure while he grabbed your rutting hips and continued to thrust harder and faster into you.

You plagued him in everything. No matter what he did, he imagined you, and the sad thing was that it was only in his imagination that he had you because your were happily married to your husband, to his captain, and he respected you too much to try rip you away from such a loving marriage. But he wanted to be selfish, he so desperately want to, and yet he could not. And that was because he loved you.

He loved you beyond anything else. Even if he becomes lost in the bodies of a hundred woman, it will still be you who holds his heart on your soft hold. It will only be you who can affect him so thunderously. Only you, and yet he was taunted with the fact that he could never have you. As he finally released himself, he couldn’t help but utter the name which haunted him so much

“Y/N!”

“What the fuck?”

Even in his moments of intimacies you were with him, and that caused him much pain beyond the physical as the slap to his face was nothing compared to his heart wretchedness of never being with you the way that he wanted. And it was even more taunting as when he eventually gathered himself up, his partner long gone after his calling out to you when the two of them finally came together, and left the office to only see you coming out of the ladies bathroom, unattended by your husband for the first time that evening. You smiled at him when you noticed his presence.

“Hello Jimin, are you enjoying yourself?” He stiffened at your acknowledging of his presence and he stiffly nodded to you despite his heart swooning at the sound of your voice. You smiled brightly at him again. “That’s good.”

And then you left again, meeting with your husband at the designated table which the two of you had sat at during the evening while Jimin walked out from the party, unable to deal with being in the same venue with you and yet unable to do anything about his love towards you.

V

Taehyung had eventually managed to find time to himself to finally open the letter which he had feared to be discovered by the others, imagining the possible trouble he would face if his comrades, or even worse, his captain found out who the sender was. His fingers fumbled with his opening of it and his break was shaky as he recognized the handwriting of the woman he was involved with and yet he shouldn’t be because of her connection to his captain.

His wife.

-Dear Taehyung...

The relationship between with you had first occurred when Taehyung happened to come across you after you had fled your home after an argument with his captain. He offered you his ear and his shoulder, being a pillar of support which you needed in that moment and eventually, the only one that could provide you comfort in moments of sadness and loneliness.

-you have no idea how much I wish that you were beside me, to hold me in your arms and to tell me that everything will be okay, that no harm will come to me any longer. I miss your touch my love, so much so that I am only able to fall asleep after imagining you making love to my body over and over again...

You ignited a fire within Taehyung that he did not realize existed because he simply had not found someone who could connect so deeply with him in every single aspect. Physically, emotionally and intellectually, you were his soulmate and he could not imagine not having you in his life any longer. His grey outlook of life had brightened due to you presence, and it only became more colorful the longer he was with you and now he was certain he was at the extent where he could not breathe without you.

He was addicted to your very essence, the deepest part of yourself which you have shared with him during your moments of passion together.

-to just be one with you again...I yearn for it. I yearn for you. Only you can complete me in every single away. Your scent in ingrained in my mind, your touch burns my skin. I burn for you my love, so much so that I am ready to set ablaze when you return to me again...

The two of you made a forest fire of passion. Taehyung worshipped every single part of you, kissing every inch of skin that was available to him before finally tasting you, pleasuring you with his mouth in preparation for what was to come. You always clung to him, wanting to come closer than he already was to you, be it you curling your legs around his head when he tasted you or around your hips when he would finally sheathe himself in you, you craved his body and closeness, hence why you always struggled to let him go when it was time for him to leave.

-I need you to return safely to me, because I cannot imagine my life without you in it. I want to share a life with you, one filled with marriage and children. I am tired of being trapped in a marriage of where I am nothing but a tool. Please return to me so that we can start our lives together, I am preparing myself for the separation...

A future with you was all he wanted, it was all that he intended to have. Be it being a secret lover to you while you remained married to his captain, or to an actually monopoly future together, he will settle for either. Because he just needed to be near you, to have you close by and to be able to worship you the way that you deserved.

-you have no idea how much I need you, how I crave for you. When you return home, I will show you how much I love you. I will prove to you that my love for you is boundless, that it will never waver and that you are the only one for me. I only wish that I had met you first, that way we would not be wrapped up in so many complications...

Taehyung could have gone for any girl, anyone who was not you but his heart decided that you were the one for him. And he does not curse it for doing so. He will go to war for you, he would swim to the end of the earth for you, he will do whatever you wish for him to do just to have a smile on your face. Even though he was away on a mission with your husband this very second, he only looked forward to returning to you and nothing else.

-Please return to me. I love you. Forever yours...Y/N

He reread the letter several times before eventually folding it again, breathing shakily while his heart pounded from the intensity of your word and their effect on him. He was going to return to you, no matter what, and he will remain by your side in every tumultuous journey that will be coming towards the two of you.

Because it will be worth it because it will mean that he will have you.

Jungkook

Jungkook’s head snapped to the side, the impact of the punch sending him flying to the floor while you screamed his captain’s name, your husband who had just discovered the two of you in a passionate embrace in his own home when he had returned early from the military meeting he had with the other captains.

Jungkook at least didn’t hadn’t taken his pants off yet, just being shirtless while he had you propped up on your dining table with his head between your legs, tasting you over and over as he prepared you for the session that he had in store for you, only to be stopped from his captain’s return. Jungkook didn’t have time to get back up again as his captain was on top of him, raining down punches on him while he swore and cursed him out.

“My wife! My fucking wife!”

“Honey please stop!”

Jungkook was spared for a few moments from the raining barrage of punches only for you to be shoved off your husband as you had attempted to pull him off of his underling, making you fall to the floor with a pain gasp. Jungkook’s head immediately turned to look at you, the sound of pain foreign to his ears as he always made sure that you were never in pain when the two of you were together, and to see you being caused pain by his captain only infuriated him.

“Don’t you fucking touch me! How dare you betray me like this? With him of all fucking people?”

It was a kick to his captain’s pride that she would become romantically involved with Jungkook, especially since he was an underling to him in the military, and it was through him being Jungkook’s superior that the two of you became involved with one another. He didn’t mean to fall in love with you, nor you to fall in love with him, but it happened. As cheesy as it sounds, Jungkook fell in love at first sight of you and eventually the two of you became involved with each other, especially since Jungkook had become a golden prodigy in the military due to his talented strength,

And he has used his strength in more ways than one with you, but now he was going to use to to defend you, to protect you from his captains anger. He used his captain’s moment of distraction to get him off him, shoving him to the ground and then rolling backwards so he was back on his feet, ready to meet with his captain’s punch this time as he ducked and swung his own punch at him, easily connecting with his jaw before shoving him backwards and getting between you and him.

“Don’t touch her!” He yelled, which made his captain growl in anger.

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my fucking wife! You little fucker, I took you under my wing and everything! And yet you repay me by fucking my wife?”

He didn’t blame his captain being angry, he would be too if he was in his situation, but instead he was the other man who was in love with his captain’s wife, and his loyalty fell to you and only you, even though he respected his captain greatly for all the help he has given Jungkook during his time in the military. But clearly his respect did not help restrain Jungkook from pursuing you, nor to bring you to a whole different world with his body and love for you.

You were no longer in love with your husband, you were in love with Jungkook, and even though it pained you to stay with him, you did so as you were afraid of what your husband would do once he found out your relationship with Jungkook. Though it seemed your fears were verified due to how your husband was acting, as he lunged for Jungkook again with a murderous look in his eyes, only to be dodged and apprehended by Jungkook.

His training had kicked in and Jungkook treated the situation like it was a life and death situation, which is most likely was, until he finally had his captain pinned to the floor with his knee in his back and his arms pinned behind him. Jungkook looked back at you with urgent eyes.

“Get to your quickly! We have to leave.”

You knew you could not stay here, especially since now that your husband knows the truth of you and Jungkook. So you nodded before hurrying to find the car keys and hurrying out to the garage, ignoring your husband’s curses as he screamed out to you as you ran out the front door. He squirmed underneath Jungkook only to be held down hard, Jungkook refusing to let go until he knew you were safely in your car.

“You fucker! I will make you pay for this, I’ll-”

Jungkook did not listen to the rest as he heard you starting your car and then scream out to him for him to join you, which he did hurriedly as he leapt off his captain’s back and hurried to the door, seeing you waiting for him in the road with the passenger already open. He dived inside and you immediately sped away despite your husband running out the house, cursing after the two of you as you drove off into the night.

[solecize]

fic announcement: through the mist | jungkook x reader

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light now, i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time ten years of being one and the same with jungkook as the country's it couple is the perfect disguise for the reality of a tumultuous relationship hidden behind the scenes. ten years of lies and love and crawling back to one another. once shy, budding first love that blossomed before the weight of fame, the cracks begin to surface amidst your respective rises to stardom and navigation of your twenties. either finding euphoria or the end of the world, there's never any in between in existence for you and jungkook. as you build each other up and break each other down in front of millions of eyes, there is a crossroads ahead with words of "marriage" and "military" looming in the air - all while ignoring the price of fame breathing down your necks. this is the story of love and the lessons learned from the man you made your religion. and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people-pleaser who only wanted you to see her

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: idol!jungkook/female idol!reader and fictional versions of various idols 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. idol au, on-and-off relationship, angst, i swear there's fluff, and themes of first love, growing up, struggles with fame, and marriage (ish) 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. portrayal of a toxic couple (implications of emotional abuse and control), infidelity, foul language, substance use 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. based off of "you're losing me" by taylor swift. this is a fictional portrayal of real-life people that implement some aspects of events that have occurred in real-life. the main character is a member of a fictional idol group. more warnings may be added as the story is written. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. wip.

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one. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ hold me tight | bts two.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sixteen | samuel ft. changmo three.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ kingdom come | red velvet four. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis ain't it | taeyang five.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ didn't know me | heize six.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤinvu | taeyeon ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ seven.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ first time | day6

[jeonggukookies]

the crown's kingdom || jjk

– summary: after rejecting many suitors, your mother chooses a husband for you, and her choice is none other than your worst nightmare: Jungkook, the prince heir of Aurum. How will you survive an arranged marriage with Jungkook, the one you hate the most?

– genre: royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au, prince!jungkook, queen!reader, arranged marriage - fluff/angst

– note: this is rewritten and reposted as i changed and added some NEW details regarding both oc and jungkook & loosely based on the history of mary stuart !! (i am so sorry)

– word count: 1.2K

The two countries, Caelestia and Luxuria, have been in conflict with each other for many generations now, with constant ongoing invasion battles and military campaigns, shedding hundreds of thousands of blood on each landmass. Being two border countries surrounded by the sea, both countries were hungry for the power, land, and wealth for it to be one.  

Tensions escalated even further after your father, the king, had been assassinated by a Luxuria anarchist. Luxuria soldiers saw this opportunity to put the Caelestia castle under siege, seeing this as their chance to finally take the country as their own. 

But what they didn’t know is that your mother, the Queen Consort, had given birth to his heir. 

The throne of Caelestia, was inherited by the daughter of King Constantine of Caelestia and Queen Consort Nylah, you, two days after you were born. 

During your childhood, your mother has been acting Queen Regent, taking care of all the responsibilities on your behalf since you’ve been crowned Queen. She wasn’t like most mothers, letting you live a privileged life, not wanting you to suffer through the hardships of royalty until you were of age. 

Despite spending most of your time with your many governesses and trying to play hide and seek in the castle with other noble children, the People of Luxuria still saw you as a threat. And by your seventh birthday, they were finally brave enough to send a message, that they still wanted your throne by seasoning your porridge with poison, intentionally killing your royal taster.  

With a failed assassination attempt, your mother sent you to the country of Aurum for your protection away from the Luxurians, hidden away from your own people across the sea. 

Not only were you the Queen of Caelestia, but because of your mother’s side, you were related to the Queen of Luxuria, meaning you could claim the Luxuria throne as yours if the Queen of Luxuria dies without a heir and if the people accept you.

Before marrying your father, she had been an Aurum noblewoman with land in Luxuria, and the Aurum court allowed you to be there for your safety and as a part of a small, meaningless alliance. 

Living at Aurum Court was almost the same as your own courts. The only difference was being with other Aurum royals. As a child, the Prince of Aurum had been a constant troublemaker, a reigning terror for his own people. He was known for cheekiness and confidence, getting out of tough situations with his charms and good looks. 

“Jungkook.” You forced a smile, entering the throne room after being suddenly summoned in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” 

He pointed in the direction in front of him, and there was his parents, the King and Queen consort of Aurum on their respective thrones with your mother standing next to his mother.

Your jaw dropped, not expecting her to be standing in front of you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen her in person. The last few years, you’ve only been corresponding with letters to her. “What are you doing here?” 

“That’s no way to greet your mother.” She came forward to give you a quick hug and then returned back to her original position. “The Luxuria troops are getting stronger at the border.”

“And I’m sorry, how does this matter revolve around me and my country?” Jungkook asked. 

You rolled your eyes at Jungkook’s comment. As children, your personality always clashed with Jungkook. The two of you always tried to avoid each other at all costs.

Although you and Jungkook were raised together in the castle, experiencing the same exact royal lessons of courtesy, ballroom dancing and diplomacy, you never once could get along with Jungkook, turning everything with him into an argument or competition whether it was for academic endeavors or favoring the people of

the court.

“I took a risk coming here as Luxuria has barely allowed travel between our two countries,” she said. “I came here to finalize the alliance, that the two of you would wed.” 

Jungkook sighed. “It happened, didn’t it?” 

“What happened?” You asked, not understanding the context. “Hasn’t Jungkook been engaged with Princess Comet of Cometes since they were six?”

“The King legitimized his first-born and mistress’s son,” his mother explained.

Your heart dropped upon hearing the news. “She is no longer the Princess of Cometes?”

“I am afraid not, but good news, Jungkook, you have a new bride,” your mother announced. 

“This can’t be,” you insisted. “Surely, there’s someone else.” 

“My child, you will marry our son and make him the king of two countries, and then later put your claim on Luxuria once the queen dies. There, you two will have three countries,” the King said. 

But you never once wanted to rule Luxuria.  

“We have given you protection and will continue to do so for this alliance.” 

“But we cannot be wed,” Jungkook argued. 

“You will especially since you’ve scared all the other suitors away,” your mother said. 

You were fiercely known for your independence and stubbornness, always speaking your mind. Your honesty and independency allowed you to earn your title as the Ice Queen, but that was all because of Jungkook. 

Through the game of telephone and writing secretive notes around the castle, the whole castle knew how you rejected possibly the best suitor for love, Kim Namjoon. He would have given up his country for you, and everyone knew it. 

At the time you were thirteen, still lacking tact, you met with Namjoon in the library and told him that giving up his own country for someone was foolish and idiotic. And Jungkook, hiding behind the curtains of that room, ran with it, spreading the word that you broke Namjoon’s heart, needing more than him and his country as a power hungry queen. 

Kim Namjoon’s heart wasn’t the only one you broke. Prominent and wealthy families from neighboring realms had sent their sons to court you, yet their efforts left you unimpressed and unmoved. 

As the years went on, there were less and less potential suitors. No one wanted their son to marry someone who was an intimidating person, and no one especially wanted a queen that could not be controlled. 

“It’s time for this childhood rivalry of yours to end.” 

“Mother, you know he’s the reason why suitors are afraid of me.”

“Get over it,” Jungkook gritted through his teeth. 

“How dare he disrespect me as a queen?”

“He was thirteen.” Your mother groaned. “You will marry Jungkook for your people, for your country.” 

You stepped forward, distancing yourself away so no one could hear what you were about to say. “And you and I know he will not love me.”

As fortunate as your life was, there was still a burden to bear, a burden even heavier as a royal. You still sought for an union to secure your financial and political status in society. Despite being a queen and having almost everything you want, the one thing you want the most is the one thing you knew you couldn't have: love.

She sighed. “And we both know love does not matter for people like us.” 

“But did thou not love my father and he thee?” Despite his death, the story of your father and his legacy lives on, including his love story with your mother. 

“Indeed, we loved each other truly,” she said. “But stories like his and mine happen once in a lifetime. Perhaps, the promise of love and the future of reconciliation can come.” 

Taking a look over your shoulder. You see Jungkook smirking. “Well Ice Queen looks like we need each other after all.”

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hello hello hello!

thank you for reading the prologue for this new series :) i am very excited! please let me know if you need more context or visuals of some things were confusing.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Going Away For A While

Jungkook/Reader (part of the slice of life au)

Summary: It's time for Jungkook to complete his mandatory military service, now you just have to tell your young daughter.

Warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, children, crying, illusion to sex, idol!au

Word Count: 818 M.list

‘You remember what we talked about a few months ago baby?’

The time had finally come fore Jungkook to start his military service. The two of you had briefly broached the subject with So-Hee a few times, but never fully explained the concept.

Now that Jungkook would be leaving in the next few months, you couldn’t put off the conversation any longer.

The two of you sat the 4 year old down at the kitchen table, and she knew right away that something was wrong.

‘Am I in trouble mommy?’ She looked up at you with big sad eyes.

‘No! Not at all!’ You scooted your chair closer to hers and stroked the back of her head, as you looked to Jungkook for help.

‘You remember we spoke about me leaving for a while?’ He leaned forwards on the table so he could see So-Hee’s face. She nodded, still confused.

‘Well that’s happening in a few months.’ Your heart shattered as her little face scrunched up. It wasn’t dissimilar to your own reaction when he first told you he would be gone by the end of the year.

‘Ah So-Hee, please don’t cry!’ Jungkook had now also shuffled forwards so he could scoop the little girl up into his arms and sit her on his lap, though this seemed to upset her more.

Jungkook cradled the small girl in his arms as she clung to him for dear life.

‘A-are you going away forever?’ So-Hee sniffled, wiping her eyes as she looked at her father.

You and Jungkook let out forced laughs, but you knew it was important to be honest with her.

‘He’ll be gone for just over a year.’ You spoke gently and ghosted your hand over her back. ‘But you’ll be able to see and speak to him often.’ You quickly added, once she began to cry again.

‘You promise?’ She looked over her shoulder at you, bottom lip protruding.

‘Of course baby!’

‘Everyday if you want!’ Jungkook added, pulling back her attention. ‘I’ll face time you every night!’

After sitting down and explaining, So-Hee seemed to feel a lot better about the situation. She understood that her father would be gone for a while, but she’d still have regular contact with him, even see him when he had time off.

A few weeks before Jungkook was due to leave, it was time to shave his head, much to So-Hee’s delight.

‘Let me do some!’ She squealed with laughter, practically jumping up and down as she looked at Jungkook’s half shaved head.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’ You chuckled, holding up the clippers to continue.

‘Let her try. It’s not like it’s gonna matter if it’s uneven.’ Jungkook laughed with a shake of his head.

‘Ok... If you insist.’ You picked So-Hee up and helped her hold the clippers.

‘Now we have to be careful ok?’ She nodded eagerly and couldn’t stop the gleeful laughter escaping her mouth, as the hair fell to the floor.

‘Sure you don’t want to be a hairdresser So-Hee?’ Jungkook joked as you set the girl down. So-Hee stopped her happy jumping for a moment to think, before breaking out into a massive grin.

‘I’ll be a hairdresser AND a singer, so I can still be like you daddy!’ She boldly claimed before running off, leaving the two of you dejected as you watched after her.

‘You suit this. Still super handsome.’ You smiled as you leaned over Jungkook in bed, stroking your fingers over his freshly shaven head.

The two of you had managed to have some alone time after So-Hee had fallen asleep, a luxury you didn’t get to enjoy often these days.

‘Good to know.’ He smirked up at you as he snaked his arm round your waist and pulled you down to lay on top of him.

You lay there for a few moments in comfortable silence, cuddled up naked against one another.

‘I can’t believe this has come round so soon...’ You whispered, tracing patters on his chest.

‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ His fingers ghosted over your shoulder. ‘And it wasn’t a lie. We can talk regularly.’

‘I know. Still doesn’t change the fact that I’ll miss you.’ You trailed off, not wanting to get upset.

‘Hey don’t cry! You’ll make me cry!’ He tapped your shoulder and sat up slightly with a laugh.

‘Ok. I’m ok.’ You also sat up laughing, and wiped underneath your eyes. Jungkook couldn’t resist reaching up and squeezing one of your breasts when you sat up.

‘Hey!’ You batted his hand away playfully as you got up and slipped on your night shirt. You went to leave before stopping in the doorway and turning round to face him.

‘Good luck with the blue balls whilst you’re away!’ You giggled before running to the bathroom, hearing Jungkook let out an exasperated groan behind you.

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Y/N loved her members with all her heart, they were her brothers. They raised her since she was fourteen and now she is twenty-five, she was old enough to make adult decisions. Well, not in their eyes.

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: 8th member au, comedy, romance, fluff, and little angst 

Authors note: Surprise idol boyfriend lol 

L/N Y/N was the eighth member of Bts. She was younger than Jungkook by one year and everyone always compared them too. It was annoying but what else did she expect, she was the only girl in a primarily boy group. She was on the quiet side when she was younger, she would only talk to Seokjin and Yoongi. They made her think of her older brother back at home and it was comforting to be around something so familiar. She didn’t really shine until the DNA era because she was finally an adult and felt more comfortable in her skin. Her relationship with the members grew and Army saw the true her. 

Now she was twenty-five, she was a beloved idol in the industry. She had a sweet angelic voice that sounded like snow falling during winter and many said she had a siren’s voice. While all her members did their solo albums, Y/N took this time to truly relax and focus on her life more. Seokjin and Hoseok already went to the military, something that saddened her but she knew they would be back. 

Y/N looked around before entering the tall building. She smiled at the receptionist who recognized her immediately (then again who wouldn’t), “Ah, Y/N. Back again.”

“Yeah, I am. Unnie, do you know where he is?”

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “He’s in the dance room on the fourth floor. Room 2B.”

“Thank you, unnie.” 

Y/N bowed at the older woman and made her through the building. She made sure her hat covered her eyes the best she could, she didn’t want attention on her. She listened to his voice through the elevator and a smile appeared on her lips. She always loved his voice and how he could easily carry the song with his high note, it was just beautiful. She knocked on the dance room door and she opened it to see him standing there already looking at the door with a smile. 

“Jagiya~.” She ran towards him as his face heated up from the name but he ignored it and wrapped his arms over her waist. She nuzzled her face into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, “I missed you so much, Doyoung.”

“I missed you too.”

Y/N and Kim Dong-Young from NCT have been dating for almost two years now. All the members of NCT knew about the couple but her members had no idea that she was even seeing someone. She never really talked about people she was interested in, she kept it to herself. She met Doyoung during the end of the Golden Disk Award backstage. 

She accidentally went into the wrong dressing room and that’s how she met him. She always thought he was cute and she would be lying if she said she didn’t have a crush on him. She would always listen to NCT in secret in the dorms and whenever she saw him appear on her screen, she felt her heartbeat get faster. Doyoung was the first one to speak to her and the rest was history. He was shy and more introverted than her, she would make him talk and take him out whenever they had free time. 

Doyoung wanted Y/N to move in with him but she had to figure out how to tell her members. This was a sensitive subject for the two. Doyoung understood why she was hiding but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. She felt so guilty about hiding their relationship but she knew how her members get when the opposite sex looks at her. 

When they let go, she leaned up, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Did you get my flowers?”

“Yes, I did. Thank you, I loved them.” 

“It’s not every day that your partner releases a sub-unit album.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed the top of her head, “When are you going to release your album?”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest, “I’m not in a rush for it. When I do though, it will be a love song for you.”

“Aish, jagiya. You love to embarrass me.” 

“I do, where’s the others?” 

He pushed some hair behind her ear and smiled down at her, “I was practicing on my own today.”

“Did you eat yet, jagiya?”

“I ate this morning.”

Y/N’s head snapped at him and she glared at him, “It’s four in the afternoon and you haven’t eaten. Doyoung, that’s bad.” 

“I’m sorry, do you want to go eat right now?”

She pouted her lips and nodded her head, “You can’t do that to yourself. It’s not good for your body.”

“I’m sorry, let’s go to your favorite restaurant.” 

“No, let’s go to your favorite restaurant.” 

Doyoung let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes, “Fine. I know your stubborn heart will make things difficult, let’s go.”

She smiled at this and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on his lips, “I always win.” 

He gathered his things and grabbed her hand. His thumb creased the top of her knuckles as they headed out. They walked out of the building towards the back and headed towards his car with smiles on their faces. He opened her door, helped her into the car, and placed a kiss on her forehead before closing the door. She felt her face get hot but she shook her head. He entered the car and started playing classical music. He turned towards her and saw that she was already looking at him with love in her eyes. He smiled and leaned forward placing a longing kiss on her lips, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you more, Doyoung.” 

“Where did she go?” Jungkook was looking through her apartment and turned towards his hyungs with a confused look. Namjoon sighed to himself and rubbed the back of his neck roughly, “Jungkook, she might have gone out with her friends.” 

Taehyung entered her bedroom and his eyebrow raised when he saw an album on her bed. He walked towards it and gently picked it up. Jimin entered the room and tilted his head, “What’s that?” 

Taehyung looked up at him with a frown, “It looks like our maknae has been hiding something from us.” 

“Oh like what?” 

Taehyung flipped the album and Jimin’s eyes squinted to read the message. His eyes quickly went wide and looked at Taehyung, “No, way!” 

“What are you guys yelling about?”

They both turned towards the door frame to see Yoongi standing there. They both glanced at each other and then back at Yoongi. Yoongi is the last person that should find out her little secret, it would cause trouble for her. Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the floor, “I saw a spider.”

“Then why did Jimin say no way? What are you holding?” 

“Hyung-”

Yoongi snatched the album out of their hand to take a look. Normally he wouldn’t look at their stuff but with Jimin’s reaction, it made him worry. He glared at the album and then back at Jimin, “Do you think this is true?”

“Hyung, I-I don’t know.” 

“Namjoon! Jungkook! Get in here!” 

In the living room, Namjoon and Jungkook looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and they went inside her bedroom. Namjoon wrapped his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N is dating Doyoung.”

“What?” 

Yoongi handed the album to Jungkook and Jungkook glared at the album, “To my favorite person in the world. My love, thank you for the support on this album, it means the world to me. Whenever you listen to this song I hope you picture me with you on the beach. I love you, Doyoung. That little shit.” 

Jimin let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes, “That little shit is older than you, kook.” 

Namjoon let out a small cough and took the album out of his hands, “It's sweet that he wrote her a message. I think it's cute that she's dating someone.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over her chest, “He’s too old for her.”

“Hyung, he's only two years older than her.” 

Yoongi glared at Taehyung and shook his head, “That doesn’t matter to me. He’s too old for her. Wait until I tell Jin and Hoseok this.” 

“We will have that dinner this weekend with them. Should we tell her that we know this...”

Namjoon let out a sigh and shook his head, “It’s not our business.”

“It is because she's our little sister, hyung.”

“Jungkook, it’s her life and it sounds like she's happy with him.” 

Yoongi tossed the album back to the bed and looked at all the members, “We’ll tell Jin and Hoseok before the dinner and we can figure it out from there. Let’s leave before she comes back. I bet she's on a date with him right now.”

Doyoung placed some rice cake on her plate and she smiled at him, “Thank you, oppa.” 

His face turned red and looked away from her eyes, “D-Don’t call me that in public.”

She let out a laugh and took a bite of her tofu stew, “Why is it because of your oppa kink?”

“Jagiya! Stop it!” 

She placed more rice into his bowl and gave him a smirk, “You know it's true. Speaking of oppa, we’re having dinner with Jin-oppa and Hoseok-oppa this Friday.” 

“Oh, that’s good. I know how much you miss them.” 

“I do miss them...I was thinking that you could come with me?”

Doyoung choked on his rice and looked at her with wide eyes, “You want me to come!?” 

“I was thinking about it but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

“Should I be around people that know how to handle guns especially when I’m dating their little sister?” 

“Good point. I'll tell them I’m dating someone then.”

Doyoung reached over and placed his hand on top of hers, “Baby, are you ready for that?” 

“I want them to know I have someone in my life. I want them to see how happy you make me.” 

“If you're ready then I’m ready.” 

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“Oppa, can you hand me my brush?” 

Jimin looked up from his phone and nodded his head. Y/N was in her bedroom with Jimin and Taehyung getting ready for dinner. Well, they broke into her apartment and didn’t want to leave so here they are now. Y/N fixed her baby blue shirt and took the brush out of his hand, “Thank you~.” 

“Of course, anything for you.” 

She brushed her hair and Taehyung glanced at Jimin. Jimin shrugged his shoulders and Taehyung sighed, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Mmm?” 

“You wouldn’t hide anything from us right?” 

She glanced at him through the mirror and then back at her reflection, “No, why would I?”

“Just asking?”

Taehyung looked at Jimin and Jimin sighs, “We were just curious, hun. We’ll be in the living room waiting for you.” 

She watched them leave and she frowned to herself. They were acting weird, weirder than normal. She shook her head and let out a small laugh, “I’m just tripping.” 

They had never had an awkward dinner but tonight was the night to change that. She sat next to Jungkook and when she came in, he wouldn’t even look at her. He kept staring at his plate or he would be talking to the other members, leaving her hanging. Yoongi was more quiet than usual and Seokjin had this tight smile when she hugged him. Everyone else was acting like they were walking on eggshells. She sighed at this and slammed her chopsticks, “What’s going on?”

Namjoon smiled at her and took a sip of his water, “What do you mean?” 

“You guys are acting weird...I don’t like it.”

“You know what I don’t like, liars.” 

Y/N looked at Yoongi with a confused look and furrowed her eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Jungkook looked at her and shook his head, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Tell you what? What-”

“Y/N.” She looked at Jin and saw that he had a serious look. She wanted to disappear because she hated this look on him. Jin put down his chopsticks and looked at her, “How long have you been dating Doyoung?” 

Oh, she hated this so much. Her mouth fell open and ignored everyone in the room but Jin, “What-How do you know?”

“Answer the question.”

“Fo-For almost two years…Oppa-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She glanced down at the table and then back at Jin, “I didn’t tell any of you because I knew how you would react...” 

Hoseok gave her a small smile and shook his head, “Y/N we wouldn’t-”

“Yes, you guys would. Look how you were treating me just now. I’m not fourteen anymore, I’m twenty-five. I thought you guys would be happy for me.”

Jungkook scoffed next to her and shook his head, “You hid this from us and you think you have the right to get mad at us?” 

“Stop treating me like I’m a little kid. You guys got mad that I was talking to Changkyun and even threatened Shownu to keep him away from me. We were just talking about a video game. So yeah, I’m sorry that I hid this from you guys but you made things hard for me.” 

Yoongi slammed his hand on the table causing her to jump. She glanced at Yoongi feeling small under his eyes, “Everything we do is to protect you, Y/N.”

“Oppa, I know that but-”

“It hurts that you hid this from us. We could’ve celebrated together but now were hurt because of you hiding the truth. Have you ever thought about that?” 

She frowned at this and looked down at the table. She shook her head and then looked back at Yoongi, “Oppa, you guys don’t-”

“Y/N you should’ve just told us.”

She looked at Namjoon and shook her head at this. She stood up from the table and looked at them with a sad look, “You guys always treated me like a kid. I know I’m the youngest but I’m an adult now. Every time I tried talking to a guy you guys pushed them away from me. I’m sorry I kept this away from you guys but you guys need to understand why I did it. Oppa, I’ll call you when you are free at the camp. Bye.” 

She ran out of the restaurant and took her phone out. She dialed Doyoung’s number as she let the tear escape from her eye. She sniffled and roughly wiped her eyes, “Jagiya, can you-can you pick me up?”

“Are you okay? You sound like you're crying.”

“Please pick me up...I’m at the restaurant that you took me to last week.”

“I’m five minutes away. I’ll be there soon. I love you.”

“I love you more.” 

He came by fast and it even shocked her how fast he got there. He got out of his car and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the top of her head, “What happened?”

“How did you get here so fast?”

“Ignore that, what happened?” 

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “They were being difficult...can I stay at your place tonight?” 

“Of course, you can. Let’s go.” 

Seokjin watched from the window and let out a deep sigh. He turned towards the guy and shook his head, “You guys didn’t handle that right.” 

“Hyung-”

“No Jungkook. I was going to tell her I’m disappointed in her but I would love to meet him. You guys took it too far and treated her like she was small when she’s not. She’s at the same level as us.” 

Yoongi shook his head at this, “She’s our little sister-”

“Who’s twenty-five, hyung.”

Yoongi turned his head towards Hoseok who gave him a look making him sigh, “I know she’s twenty-five...I just want to protect her still.”

Hoseok sighed at this and took a sip of his water, “You can’t always protect her, hyung. She has to go through life and we just have to support her.” 

“Fuck, I know. We need to apologize.” 

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

It’s been three days since the dinner and Y/N hasn’t really talked to anyone. Jin and Hoseok already apologize for their attitude at the dinner. She of course accepted because she loves them with her whole heart and she misses them. The others haven’t even tried to say anything to her and it was honestly making her upset. She came home from a late meeting and her eyes widened when she saw Doyoung waiting in the lobby with roses in his hands. 

She smiled at this and slowly walked up to him, “You got me flowers?”

He jumped at the sudden voice and gave her a small glare, “What did I say about scaring me?”

“But it's so fun.”

She took the flowers out of his hand as he rolled his eyes, “I don’t think it's fun. I thought you deserved roses after the couple of days you had.” 

“Thank you, it made me feel better. You want some dinner?” 

“Oh, what are you cooking?” 

“I had leftover tofu and I was just gonna fry them.” 

The couple made their way to her suite, talking about random things. When she unlocked the door she was met with the smell of chicken and freshly made rice. She glanced at Doyoung and he got in front of her just in case. They slowly made their way down the hallway and she pushed past Doyoung with an annoyed look, “What the hell are you guys doing?” 

Her members looked at her with wide eyes and Namjoon gave her a small smile, “An apology dinner?” 

“Is that a question?” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and glanced at Doyoung. He swallowed some spit and bowed at him, making Doyoung stand there with wide eyes, “I’m Min Yoongi. It’s a pleasure to meet my sister's boyfriend.” 

Doyoung glanced at Y/N who just shrugged her shoulders. He turned towards Yoongi and bowed back, “I-I’m Kim Dong-Young, Y/N’s boyfriend…”

Jungkook smiled at him and clapped his hands, “We wanted to make dinner for Y/N but you can sit with us, only if you want to.”

Doyoung rubbed his neck and nodded his head, “I-I would love to stay and eat.”

She glanced at Jimin and Namjoon and whispered, “This doesn’t mean you guys are forgiven.”

Taehyung overheard her and let out a small laugh, “We know but this is a start. We made your favorite.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Thank you oppa…”

Jimin smiled and kissed her forehead, “Let’s eat, we have to interrogate your boyfriend.”

“Oppa please don’t.” 

[keen-li]

BTS FIC NAVIGATION .

NAMJOON

~none yet~

SEOKJIN

~none yet~

YOONGI

~none yet~

HOSEOK

~none yet~

JIMIN

~none yet~

TAEHYUNG

HOUSE OF CARDS

-> 01

JUNGKOOK

SERIES

▪︎what you need:

Synopsis: everybody needs, but how do you define need? Do you even know what you need.

Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn.

Jungkook x reader. [Active series]

▪︎CLAWED : convict jk x investigator/ police officer fem reader

-> 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | [ON HOLD]

▪︎RENEGADE : junkie-ish jungkook x fem reader | pregnancy au

-> 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | completed

▪︎MARMALADE : fuckboy jk x college student fem reader

-> 00 | 01 | [ON HOLD]

Synopsis: "I won't tell your brother as long as we keep fucking"

Drabble series: FROZEN MARMALADE:Xmas special |

NEW YEAR,NEW MARMALADE;new year special.

▪︎ONLY ONE : psychiatrist jk x fem mental patient reader

-> 01 | 02 | 03 | [ON HOLD]

ONESHOTS

▪︎cookies

->military au

▪︎"oppa"

-> a little public indecency, a little honesty and a little person.

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Güzel Aşk | JJK | Valentine's Special

Turkish: Güzel Aşk /beautiful love/

Pairing: best friend! Jungkook x best friend! fem! Reader

Summary: In which only time edged you to accept your feelings for your best friend, the only thing left was: for Jungkook to feel the same. Because what is life without a little risk? But wasn't your friendship with him a price too high to pay if his heart doesn't sing your same melody?

Warnings: fluff, angst, mild language, idiots in love, friends to lovers! AU, crying, mentions of mandatory military service, shaved! Jungkook, comedy, reader is described to be shorter than Koo, food ingestion, fear of unrequited love, yearning, soft Koo, all the feels, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Darlings! So, this has been an idea I've had for so long and now here it is for you, my goden loves! Inspired by that scene of Soundtrack #1 as well as "Is this love" by Whitesnake. I hope you enjoy it, darlings!

~Main Work

Güzel Aşk

~Side Content...

The Playlist

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February/09/2024

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 25 - Rough Sex]

Pairing: Domish!Jimin x f.Reader

Kinks: sex in nature (by a river), rough!! sex, Bratty Switching, hair pulling, scratching, muscle kink, strength kink, he rips her clothes, degradation, dirty talk, some spanking, clothed pussy rubbing, standing doggy against some rocks, creampies, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), squirting, cuddly aftercare, this is also make up sex btw

Wordcount: 5.1k

a/n: so uhm surprise besties hahahah this is a zombie apocalypse story. listen, i don’t know why this request inspired this setting but it did. i'm having so much fun exploring different aus which i wasn’t really brave enough to post about on here yet and a zombie apocalypse story has been on my mind since the dawn of day. have fun besties jfadsjf ❤

“Hey.”

Jungkook turns upon hearing your voice. He sharpened his axe before, but stops when he sees you.

“Hey”, he answers you, watching you stand over him.

“You uhm”, you clear your throat, “did you see where he went?”

“Yeah, he went down to the river to train”, Jungkook answers you.

“Thanks. I’ll uhm, try to talk to him.”

“Yeah do that”, Jungkook says and gives you a little smile.

“Mhm”, you acknowledge him, turning to leave.

“And boss?”

“Yeah?” you stop, looking over your shoulder.

“You were right. Last night I mean. You were right.”

You give him a smile, “thank you Kook, that means a lot.”

Jungkook gives you a nod of his head and finally continues sharpening his axe. You turn to leave for the river.

Ten years ago, you all lived a different life. You and Jimin were planning to get married. Your shared best friend Jungkook was an upcoming singer, while your other friends Namjoon and Yoongi already produced music. Seokjin was planning to start a career in acting while Taehyung already was a very popular actor. And Hoseok was quite busy choreographing dances for the biggest stars in the world. Stuff like stars, celebrities and normal everyday life long stopped existing after an incurable outbreak of what is known as “The Zombie Disease” these days. Very creative name, yes yes we all know, but it at least gets straight to the point.

The virus infects the brain and turns whatever living organism it latched onto into a flesh-hungry, braindead and rotting zombie. Animals and humans alike. The humans fought the monsters at first, but soon the fighting began between them as well. Food became scarce, different morals came up and greed for power rose in a few heads.

You and your friends were lucky, escaping the big cities before the military bombed them in an attempt to stop the civil wars. It resulted in two thirds of the still healthy population dying in fires and explosions and for the military to lose its last spark of respect. They are hunted these days. By everyone. 

You lived in the forests since two winters, hidden from remaining civilization and avoiding the hoards of zombies in your tree house fortresses with fifty other survivors. The eight of you were the real deal however, the ones who've been through it all. The leaders of the whole pack so to speak. You’ve been here since day one and will always be here until something out there kills you. 

You were the leader of your little group. You weren’t the oldest and maybe also not the strongest, but you were a survivor. Your left arm still carried the marks of where you had to burn off bite marks an especially friendly zombie family left just three days into the outbreak. Your right eye still saw worse after a showdown with five heavily armed soldiers. And your nights were still plagued by nightmares of when you had to shoot your own brother in the head after zombies got him right in the throat. You knew what was out there. You actually knew. And that’s why you were their leader. Why they listen to you, follow your guidance and respect your decisions. Everyone except your stubborn partner of course.

Contrary to what Jungkook told you, the training spot next to the reeds is empty. You look around for a moment. There are footsteps in the fine gravel, they look fresh, the depth and length of them fit perfectly to Jimin’s bare feet. You follow them with your eyes. They are leading over to the high rocks just twenty feet to your left. That’s where your washing spot was. So Jimin must be cleaning himself right now.

You walk to the hidden spot. Soon the splashing of water and a clear singing voice can be heard. You stop. It’s been ages since you last heard him sing. He sounds beautiful. This song. You recognize the melody. It’s Your Song. The song you always listened to when the world was still okay.

You gulp, biting the inside of your cheek in order not to get emotional. God, you stupid woman. You feel awful for last night.

You and Jimin had a pretty big fight last night over whether or not you should expand your lands or not. You said that it would be beneficial for growing more crops, while Jimin insisted that extending the borders would ask for too much trouble. The others were present during your fight, trying to diffuse the situation as best as possible, but you still ended up going to bed angry at each other.

The rocks are shielding most of his singing, making it appear quiet to your ears. You want to hear more of it. You need to see him.

You cross the corner. There he is. Standing in the stream and with his back turned to you and his naked butt on full display. You are too immersed in staring at his behind that you don’t notice the stick lying on the ground right in front of your feet. You take a step. 

Crack. 

Jimin snaps around, instantly getting into position to fight despite his naked state. His eyes are dark, filled with the desire to kill. His clenched fists shield his face, his strong feet standing broad on the gravel ground. 

You stop, tensing up yourself, ready to defend yourself should Jimin in his shock decide to jump you. To your luck however, he relaxes again, lowering his fists and releasing the tension in his muscles. He studies you from head to toe, eyes filled with both sad yearning and slight annoyance.

“You know not to sneak up on me. I could have punched you”, he says, sliding his hand down to cover his exposed dick, “what are you even doing here? Are you watching me bathe? That’s creepy”, he raises one of his eyebrows in judgment. 

You snort, “first of all, I’ve seen your dick a million times before and second of all, no I didn’t, I was actually trying to look for you. I didn’t expect you to be naked.”

“That’s our washing spot. What else did you expect me to do here? Squats?” he asks and cracks up at his own joke.

“Very funny”, you roll your eyes at him, trying your hardest not to snicker at his stupid joke. You sneak a glance at his dick again.

Jimin notices, lips curling into a little smirk.

“So you did want to watch me. Damn, I even didn’t know that you had a thing for voyeurism”, he teases, relaxing his hands around his dick just to show it off. 

“Oh shut up, you know exactly that I do”, you throw back, eyes focused on his crotch.

His hands are opening further and further, exciting you more and more. 

“I know you do” his left hand slips away, “besides, I think we both know that there is still some making-up to do”, his right hand slips away, exposing him completely. 

“Jimin, what are you insinuating?” you ask, staring at his fingers around his cock. 

“An apology. Isn’t that obvious?” he states nonchalantly, before he takes a step forward, closer to you. 

“An apology?"

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “you were right. We should think about how we can feed ourselves. Especially now that Charley and Kate are pregnant and we got those five new recruits. Our encampment is growing and we need more space for crops and ultimatively for housing too. You were right.”

“Yes, but I can see your point too. Growing our borders is risky and we need to make sure the areas we claim are clean. We lost too many guys last July trying to claim this fucking sawmill. I get that you’re weary.”

Jimin nods his head.

“I just”, he steps closer, “I just don’t wanna fucking lose you. You know?”

“Lose me? Why me?” you ask in a laugh.

“Because you’re reckless, that’s why. And I know that you would be dumb enough to throw yourself into danger for the sake of the others and I can’t fucking let you do that”, he says, placing his hand on your arm right where your burn scar stretches. You took those bites in Jimin’s stead ten years ago and then ordered him to use a blowtorch to burn them off. Jimin can still hear your screams at night.

You feel every ounce of anger you still had left for him crumble like a cookie. You smile fondly, reaching out to poke his tummy.

“You old sap”, you say.

Jimin laughs, eyes crinkling up and cheeks puffing out.

“So? I’m an old sap and I’m proud of it.”

“Yeah”, you chuckle, “and I love you for it.”

“I love you too, you know?” he says.

“Yeah, I know”, you assure him, sneaking a glance down at his body, “I can’t believe you had this whole conversation with your dick out”, you say in a chuckle.

“I know”, he grins, “do you like the view?” he taunts, wiggling his hips a little.

“Jimin, behave.”

“No”, he throws back, wiggling even more.

“What if someone sees us?” 

Jimin chuckles, inching closer to you. He is a mere step away from touching you. Your skin tingles in anticipation, your stomach tightens in excitement. 

“As if you would mind”, he rasps. 

You clench your jaw in a last attempt to stop yourself from giving in to your urges. You look up from his crotch to stare into his eyes instead. They are glimmering in arousal, watching you through hooded lids. 

“So? Do you wanna accept my apology and let me fuck it okay again?” he asks, giving you sweet puppy eyes.

You gulp, hands landing on his pecs and body drawing closer. He smirks triumphantly, knowing already that he had won you over. He just needed to take that last step separating the two of you. Just one more step and you would be his’.

“Come closer and find out”, you challenge, accepting your fate. Not that it was hard to accept of course. Oh how you want him. Fighting with him always makes you crave him especially hard.

“Yeah? How hard do you want it?”

“As hard as you can give it to me, baby.”

“Fuck baby…”

Having your consent, Jimin charges forward. He grabs your face, pulling you onto his mouth. His kiss is rough, all teeth and tongue. He sucks and bites your lower lip until desperate moans escape your throat. Your fingers are entangled in his wet hair, pulling at them in vigor. He groans, the pain of your rough handling spurring him on even more. You both need it, need to remind the other that you were a fucking team. It’s the hottest pain, leaving the both of you whining and moaning in despair, but it is all the more addicting, filling you up with the desire to fuck the other like a wild animal.

You pull away, a bundle of his hair sits securely in your fingers so you can tolt his head back.

His puffy lips part, releasing shaky breaths. His dark eyes watch you with cocky confidence glistening in them. 

“I fucking want you like nothing else”, you growl, pulling at his hair. 

He groans deeply, letting his head get pulled back. It exposes his thick neck. Oh  how you would love to bury your teeth in his skin, make him whine and squirm in your hands. 

“I want you more”, Jimin retorts, tightening his fingers on your jaw until it stings. 

You both fall silent, your heavy pants and the rushing of the river the only thing hanging in the air. You are staring at each other. Both of you are desperate, aching for the other’s touch, but your pride holds you back. You will not be the one losing today, not this time. 

“Stop lying”, you growl, traveling your free hand over his chest. 

It is cold under your touch, the water having cooled it down. Jimin takes a shaky inhale, eyelids fluttering in desperation. Your touch feels like fire on his skin, leaving him aching for more.

“I’m not lying. I want you more than you do me”, he insists, earning himself a twist of his hair. He moans, cock growing harder.

“Be quiet”, you grumble, dancing your hand further down his torso to trace every inch of his toned stomach. The years of fighting and training really paid of. His stomach is rock hard, his abs looking as if they were sculpted by gods. They must have been cruel gods, judging by the state they abandoned the world in.

“I’ll fuck you like a goddess”, he rasps, earning himself scratch marks down his happy trail.

“I’d like to see you try”, you challenge.

“Let go of my hair and I’ll show you”, he retorts. His voice sounds confident. One might think that your teasing touch doesn’t affect him if it weren’t for his ragged breathing and rapidly growing boner. 

“Jimin”, you breathe, making your voice sound pitying, “we both know that’s not possible”, you stop your hand on his hips right next to his hardened cock. You feel him tense up, his lips part and a shaky moan manages to escape his throat. 

You smirk triumphantly, relaxing the grip on his hair now that he had surrendered to you. Or so you thought. The moment his hair is free from your touch, Jimin launches forward, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking hard. It surprises you, making you nearly fall backwards, if it wasn’t for his strong arm holding you by the small of your back. 

“What, what are you? Jimin, fuck- let me, let me-”, you stutter in a last attempt to keep the upper hand, but to no avail. Jimin has won, “fuck baby, you sneaky bastard…” you sigh, tilting your head back gladly.

His arms are wrapped around your body tightly, holding you safely. His soft lips worship your neck with hungry kisses, painting spots of sensitivity all over your skin. Your eyes flutter shut, your knees nearly giving up on you. He makes you so goddamn weak.

Jimin doesn’t mind your loss in strength, using your wobbly feet to his advantage to pull you even closer to his body. 

His dick is pressed against our body, grinding over your clothed stomach. He moans, stopping his kisses for a moment to catch his breath. 

“Undress, I don’t wanna ruin your shirt”, he mumbles against your neck, pulling at the hem of your tanktop. 

“Do it yourself”, you challenge. He may have won, but this doesn’t mean you will obey his every word.

“You are making this so much worse for you. You do know that, don’t you?” he challenges, looking at you with warning eyes. He looks scary, having this distinct gleam in his eyes, which he only gets when he is either in the midst of killing someone or when someone dares to question his leadership. You know not to be scared of it, on the contrary, it turns you on like nothing else.

“You won’t hurt me”, you challenge, feeling up his sculpted pecs.

Jimin chuckles deeply. 

“No”, he states. He hooks his fingers in your shirt before he rips it at the front. You whine loudly, not having expected it, but loving the utter shit out of it. Your tits fall out of the ruined shirt, getting pressed against his chest. “but I can still make you whine like a little bitch”, he spits, turning your brain into a horny mess.

He leans closer to press a loving kiss to your nose before he makes it his task to suck on your tits. His hands grab both of them, massaging the flesh roughly. 

“Ah, shit”, you moan, holding onto his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. His touch leaves you weak, needy, aching for more. You want him, crave him, need him. You need him to force you to the ground and fuck you until you are crying his name. Even if he doesn’t let you cum, you don’t care, you just need to feel him inside of you, “don’t stop, please don’t stop”, you beg, arching your back.

Jimin’s plumb lips wrap around your left nipple after having left a trail of bite marks all over your chest. He sucks hard, pinching your right nipple while he is at it.

You gasp, arching your back and digging your fingernails into his shoulders. You are sure they will leave marks, judging by the sounds it draws out of Jimin. 

“Baby”, the nickname you give each other every time you are intimate rolls of your tongue without regret.

He pulls you closer, flicking his tongue over your swollen nipple.

“Fucking fuck me”, you moan, shivering as just this moment his left hand grabbed your ass, squeezing it roughly. 

He stops, moving his head away from your chest. 

“Say it”, his voice is raspy and deep, making you to part your legs in reaction. 

“Say what?” 

He lifts his head to look at you. He squeezes your ass, before he slaps it so hard you fall forward into his chest with a quiet whimper leaving your lips. Fuck, you are dizzy.

“You know exactly what”, his hand travels further down your ass, closer to your clothed pussy. 

Your legs part even more. You can feel the arousal soaking your panties. It’s embarrassing really, how easily Jimin manages to make you wet. 

Of course you know what he wants to hear from you, this magical six-letter word which would mean your complete submission. Do you really want that? Is the humiliation of finally giving up worth the pleasure?

Jimin’s fingers brush over your pussy. Your body jolts into his touch, muscles tensing needily. Another touch, more confident than before. His finger glides over your clothed folds a few times before finally stopping at your clit. He doesn’t move, pressing it against your swollen bundle of nerves. Your legs are shaking, you feel dizzy, everything hurts. He needs to move or else you’ll lose it. 

“Plea-Please”, you whisper, instantly regretting it because of the evil smirk it causes to appear on his face.

“See? That wasn’t hard at all”, he taunts, cupping your cheek. He strokes his thumb over your skin, the touch is gentle and soft. If you didn’t know Jimin any better, you would have believed this is your reward for being so obedient. In some way it is, but more so it is your reminder that despite all the rough stuff he'll do to you now, he loves you. New arousal drips out of you, ruining your panties and soaking his fingers, which are still pressed against your pussy. 

His finger starts moving. The first wave of pleasure feels so intense that your knees give up on you. You almost fall down, clutching onto Jimin’s shoulders, his neck, his arm, anything your desperate hands can grasp. Your forehead is pressed against his sculpted chest, your eyes are shut tight. It feels so good, so fucking good.

“Someone’s eager to get fucked already”, Jimin chuckles, holding you by your waist and not once stopping his fingers from circling your clothed clit. 

“Jimin, baby, please”, you whimper, circling your hips to get more friction. 

“Mhm? What is it baby? You want me to stop?” he asks teasingly, stopping his movements. 

“No!” you blurt out, snapping your head up to look at him in panic, “don’t stop, please don’t stop I need you”, your eyes tear up, your lip trembling, “fucking undress me you bastard and fuck me.”

Jimin smiles, resting his hands on your hips. 

“You look so beautiful begging for me”, he breathes, dancing his hands to the front of your pants to unbutton them. He tugs them over your butt, letting you take over afterwards. You are stepped out of them instantly, looking at him with your body completely bared and your pussy covered in your juices.

“You’re so sexy”, he says, eyes lingering on your cunt. His eyes turn dark again afterwards, the soft expression from before gone, “on all fours now”, he points at the ground. 

“But the gravel. It will hurt”, you protest. 

“You want me to fuck you or not?” he sounds impatient, probably wanting to feel you just as much as you want him right now. 

“Yeah. But I’m not letting my knees get destroyed just because of some dick, you doofus”, you retort. The angry gleam glistening in Jimin’s eyes makes you swallow. You rub your legs together, the desire to get fucked feels even stronger than before. 

“Fine”, he says sighs dramatically, before he grabs your wrists and pulls you to the rocks. 

You follow happily, staring at his butt the entire time. 

He turns and grabs your shoulders, placing you right in front of them. With a strong push, he forces you to bend against them. One of his hands is on your back while the other is holding you by your hip. The stone feels warm on your skin. The sun must be getting stronger, now that midday nears. 

“Is that better?” he asks, giving your ass a soft slap afterwards.

“Yeah, it’s fucking hot”, you moan, chasing his touch.

“Good”, he says as he lets his hand slip between your legs to part them, “do you really want this?”

“Yes, I really do. You?”

“It’s all I’m thinking about, baby.”

Excitement fills your body. You hold your breath, parting your legs even more. You wiggle your butt for him, earning a content groan from him. He is enjoying this just as much as you are. Good. You sure hope he does.

“You have the prettiest pussy, baby”, he praises, dragging his heavy cock through your folds, “can’t wait to pound her.”

“Just do it already, will you?”

“Oh trust me, I will”, he says, pushing his cock into you without warning.

“Fuck yes”, you groan, throwing your head back, “fucking fill me up, that’s so fucking good.”

He is slipping right in, stretching you out inch by inch. It feels amazing, sparks of hot pleasure course through your veins, your walls swallow him hungrily. A moan escapes both of you when he finally bottoms out, followed by a shaky inhale. 

“You are so wet baby. Fuck, it’s driving me crazy”, Jimin moans, tightening the grip on your hips. 

“Jimin”, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him finally inside of you to say anything other than his sweet name. 

“Yes?” his voice is shaky, filled with desire. 

“Please”, you really want to say more, tell him to fuck you senseless, but it would be too much work. Your mind is too hazy, your body shaking in the desire to get fucked. 

Jimin understands, grasping your hips even tighter before he finally begins to move. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to his movements. There are no gentle rocks of his hips or soothing words, only the ruthless rutting of his hips against yours and animalistic grunts. 

You didn’t need them anyways, you craved this feeling like lungs crave air. The slight burn that comes with getting handled so roughly and the sinful noises coming from where your bodies meet, his strong grip and girthy cock plugging  your pussy. You want to feel it, want to get fucked until tears stream down your face. It’s what you deserve. Being leader is goddamn fucking hard and you deserve to get railed like an animal for it.

“Keep going! Yes! Fuck! So good!” you scream. Yes, you deserve this, you deserve to be fucked until you can’t talk anymore.

Jimin moans deeply, his movements falter for a moment before he finds his rhythm again. His arm snakes around your body, pulling you into his sweat covered chest. The new position drives his dick into you even deeper. He speeds up, grunting and groaning at the way your walls clench around him. Your head falls back against his chest, your fingernails digging into his forearm.

“You drive me fucking insane”, he growls, “your pussy’s my fucking drug.”

“Fuck Jimin, baby”, you squeal. You can feel the first tear roll down your cheek. It feels hot, collecting on your chin before falling onto your chest. That’s it, that’s exactly what you needed. The short outburst of hot pleasure every time his dick crazes against your g-spot, the shortage of breath his fast movements let you experience and the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

Fuck. You didn’t even notice his hand traveling down to your pussy until you could feel his slick-covered fingers on your clit. You scream out his name in surprise, wanting to fall forwards if it weren’t for Jimin holding you close and pressing you right against those rocks. You reach behind yourself, grabbing a bundle of his dark hair just to pull him closer. He rests his chin on your shoulder, burying his face in the nape of your exposed neck. His lips are pressed up against your skin, his deep growls tickle you every time it you fuck them out of him. 

“Don’t stop please, please”, you sob, pulling at his hair and arching your body into his fuck. 

“Fuck baby, you are clenching so hard”, he growls, pressing a kiss to your neck afterwards. His movements falter for a moment, getting slower, “you’re making it so fucking hard. My cock’s so sensitive, baby. So fucking sensitive”, he moans, speeding up the movements of his thumb to make up for his slowed-down hips. 

“S-same”, you choke out, “cock’s so good. Y-your cock’s so…good.”

Your eyes are pressed shut, your breath held. Just a few more thrust of his hips and you will explode. So close you are so close, just a few more. Please. 

Jimin lets out a guttural moan all of a sudden, stilling all of his movements. He whimpers, his voice high-pitched and his arms tightening, “I’m cumming”, he squeaks out, trembling behind you.

You can feel the hot spurts of his cum shoot out of him. No, no, no this is not happening. You will not be left hanging, not when you were that close. Not when you are aching that much. 

“Please Jimin, please, please, please don’t. Please I want to cum please, please”, you beg desperately, pulling at his hair.

Tears are streaming down your face at this point, your breath comes out as panicked wheezes. 

Jimin lets out a shaky breath, loosening his arms around your waist. 

“Baby please, please touch me, please I want to cum, please”, you beg, holding his hand still pressed to your core so he wouldn’t be able to move it away. 

You circle your hips in an attempt to get some sort of friction. It’s faint, just a gentle touch against your aching pussy, but it’s enough to leave you sighing. 

“Baby it’s too much, ah fuck”, he whimpers, burying his face deeper in your neck. He is sensitive, wanting nothing more than to pull out of you and free his pulsating dick, but your clenching walls keep him trapped, forcing him to endure the torture that is you bringing yourself to orgasm. He should leave you hanging because he’s evil like that and he loves edging you just to completely annihilate you at night. But you have enchanted him. He wants to please you, wants to hear his name fall from your lips when you reach your high and wants you to force a second orgasm out of him. He knows he can cum again, he desires you so much, he wants to fill you up until you have enough. 

“Make me cum please make me cum”, you choke out, pulling at his hair. You need him to move his fingers again, the friction his palm provides is not enough. You want more. 

Jimin takes a shaky breath to brace himself before he starts moving again.

“You’ve got me fucking pussy high”, he lulls, pressing you so hard against the stones that you feel dizzy for a moment. He slams into you harshly, holding your trembling body while his fingers rub your throbbing clit.

A surprised yelp escapes your lips, your hand falling from his arm to instead scratch down the stone. 

“Fuck, oh fuck, Jimin, fuck, baby”, your desperate screams mix with Jimin’s high-pitched moans and you are sure the whole camp knows exactly what is up by now. Not that you give a shit about that. Let them hear who fucks you that good. You're proud of it. 

Your name falls from his lips like a mantra, it sounds addicting to your ears, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. The movements of his thumb are rough, spiked with desperation. It’s so hot, so so hot and exactly what you needed. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening. It’s getting close to unbearable, your whole body tensing up and your legs shaking. 

“Close, so close”, you sob, pulling him closer by his hair. 

“Let go, I got you baby”, he grunts. His hips are faltering again, he must be close as well. 

With the encouragement you needed, your orgasm overtakes you. Warmth fills your entire body as mind numbing pleasure squirts out of your pussy. His name leaves your lips like your own personal prayer, sounding clear at first until it turn into grateful sobs.

“Yes fuck, squirt for me baby. Fucking squirt for me”, he growls, fucking you hard and rough to make sure you can feel your high as intensely as possible.

He doesn’t last long, your pulsating walls are enough to drive him over the edge a second time, even more intense than the first. For a good second, he swears that he might actually break you from how strongly he cradles you. This is the best apology sex ever, he thinks as he pumps you full of his hot cum only to for you to squirt it right out again.

You are holding each other once you come down, both panting heavily and feeling too tired to break away. Quite frankly, the only thing still keeping you standing is the rock against which Jimin presses you. Your skin glistens in sweat, sticking to each other and your fingers are entangled, not wanting to let the other go. 

“That was intense”, Jimin is the first one to speak. He chuckles breathily, kissing your shoulder afterwards, “fuck baby, you’re incredible.”

“It was, you are”, you murmur, turning your head so you would be able to look into his eyes. The faux anger from before is gone from his eyes, now nothing but the warmest fondness is burning in them. 

“Was I able to get you to forgive me?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“Of course you were, baby. Gosh you are adorable”, you say, craning your neck to kiss his lips.

Jimin sighs into the kiss, hugging you against him.

“Loveyou”, his confession is muffled by the kiss.

“Loveyoutoo”, you answer him just as muffled, giggling with him now that those feel good emotions are setting in.

[solecize]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light now, i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time ten years of being one and the same with jungkook as the country's it couple is the perfect disguise for the reality of a tumultuous relationship hidden behind the scenes. ten years of lies and love and crawling back to one another. once shy, budding first love that blossomed before the weight of fame, the cracks begin to surface amidst your respective rises to stardom and navigation of your twenties. either finding euphoria or the end of the world, there's never any in between in existence for you and jungkook. as you build each other up and break each other down in front of millions of eyes, there is a crossroads ahead with words of "marriage" and "military" looming in the air - all while ignoring the price of fame breathing down your necks. this is the story of love and the lessons learned from the man you made your religion. and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people-pleaser who only wanted you to see her

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: idol!jungkook/female idol!reader and fictional versions of various idols 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. idol au, on-and-off relationship, angst, i swear there's fluff, and themes of first love, growing up, struggles with fame, and marriage (ish) 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. portrayal of a toxic couple (implications of emotional abuse and control), infidelity, foul language, substance use, underage drinking, mentions of the covid-19 pandemic, sexually suggestive content 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. based off of "you're losing me" by taylor swift. this is a fictional portrayal of real-life people that implement some aspects of real-life events. the series is told in non-chronological order. note that the main character is a member of a fictional idol group. more warnings may be added as the story is written. join the taglist here!

extra. playlist. one - "the confrontation"    ㅤㅤㅤㅤyou welcome your boyfriend back to the country with a surprise party, just as the clock is ticking to say goodbye again. the big day is almost here and enlistment brings couples either one of two things: a ring or a breakup.  two - "first love in a convenience store"    ㅤㅤㅤㅤback when you were fifteen year old idol trainees, jeon jungkook shares ricecakes with you and steals your heart. as sixteen year old rookies with everything to lose, he steals your first kiss. in present day, these memories fade away until they are no longer recognizable. three - "teenage dreams" four - "hotel azure" five - "2017" six - "on your own" seven - "love as sickness" eight - "the road always leads back" nine - "when the world stops" ten - "a promise has a before and an after" eleven - "all eyes on us" twelve - "ten year anniversary" thirteen - "white dresses" fourteen - "you're losing me" fifteen - "three years later"

[gimmethatagustd]

✨ jai polls ✨

Hi friends, this is for everyone who reads my mxm fics 🙏🏽

I joined an event on AO3 that encourages writers to finish at least one active WIP by the beginning of October. Those who know the truth about me know I have many unfinished series already posted on AO3 and many upcoming fics I've signed up to write for fests. This event will help me complete my unfinished series since it gives me a hard deadline, and I work best under pressure.

Anyway, please vote for one of my unfinished series to prioritize. The summaries, moodboards, and poll are under the cut so you can make an informed decision 😌 I'll eventually crosspost all these fics on Tumblr.

Disclaimer: This poll only includes the WIPs I'm okay with finishing later in the year. For example, I want to finish "Keep Singing This Lie" before October, so it's not part of the poll. 

cosmic collision

A responsible weedman, Yoongi always tests out new marijuana strains before selling them to his customers. When his supplier offers him a new strain, Cosmic Collision, Yoongi is eager to try it. What he doesn't expect is the alien that comes with it.

○ Pairing: Weedman!Yoongi x Alien!Jungkook

○ Genre: Supernatural, humor, 420 blaze it

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the flower knight

A disciple of the Mugunghwa Temple, Yoongi has lived a pious life free of the vices of the outside world. That is until the temple must become a safehouse for wounded soldiers when war breaks out, and Yoongi catches the eye of a certain military commander.

○ Pairing: Soldier!Taehyung x Healer!Yoongi

○ Genre: Historical fantasy, pistilverse, forbidden love

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i always thought we could be perfect

It would be Jimin's luck that the first time he sees Hoseok nearly a year after their break-up is to get tattooed by him.

○ Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Hoseok x Jimin

○ Genre: Tattoo shop au, exes to lovers

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love galore

Law student Taehyung is determined to fight for the rights of hybrids in a corrupt world. Little does he know that the adorable bunny he adopted is a hybrid wary of humans.

○ Pairing: Human!Taehyung x Hybrid!Jungkook

○ Genre: Hybrids, strangers to lovers, law school au

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trying my best

Forced to attend Alcoholics Anonymous by his manager, Yoongi, a washed-up frontman recently kicked out of his band, struggles to come to terms with the fact that he needs help. Jungkook doesn’t know much about music but knows how to be a good sponsor.

○ Pairing: Rockstar!Yoongi x College Student!Jungkook

○ Genre: Rock band au, Alcoholics Anonymous, hurt/comfort, recovery

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witches & devils

Yoongi has a habit of getting himself into trouble, and Jimin is exceptionally good at mending wounds.

○ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Jimin

○ Genre: Fantasy, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor (?)

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[b7ngt4n]

The Last Remaining | Part 04

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 4: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 2,195 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 04: Unpleasant Ambush 🧟

The hard feeling of cold steel pressed against the back of your head made you slowly raise your hands in the air. You were usually the rebellious type, not wanting to obey without a fight. But having a gun pointed at you was not really fair now, was it?

Multiple people started yelling at once, “get down on your knees!” You didn’t hesitate to listen, feeling the gun penetrate into your head harder as a way of asserting authority. The concrete felt cold and uncomfortable against your skin. You could feel the harsh tiny rocks scrape against you from under the thin material of your tights.

Your eyes sneakily danced around as much as they could without turning your head. From the corner of your eye, you could see Yoongi with his arms raised and held at gunpoint like you. In front of you was Namjoon. He wore a serious frown on his face while staring down whoever was behind you. Out of everyone, only Namjoon could see the perpetrators as he was the only one facing them.

“Put your hands up!” the stranger yelled in a loud and threatening way. You recognised the voice belonged to a woman. She had a deep and powerful shouting voice. It reminded you of those shows you used to watch on TV of reality boot camps and the female trainers had some of the most strongest military voices you had ever heard.

Namjoon, you presumed, stared at her. She seemed to have the leadership position among the ambushers. A quality you've also noticed in Namjoon in the brief time you've known him. He raised his hands up agonizingly slow before he spoke, “we don’t want any trouble.”

“On your knees now!” she ignored him, continuing to yell commands. You could hear clicks against steel, a noise you didn't think sounded so positive.

"Alright, alright," Namjoon complied, getting onto his knees with his arms raised in the air.

“We don’t want any trouble either,” the woman spoke in a more calmer tone but still sly sounding. You heard the car engines start up again. You watched as two men quickly removed the spike strips off the road. They're faces were covered in bandanas so you could only see their eyes. Cowardly bastards, you thought.

“No hard feelings everyone!” she said in a soulful voice like this was all a game to her. You felt the gun had retrieved back and shortly later you watched Jungkook’s motorcycle and their cars speed down the tunnel, disappearing into the distance. You could hear them cheer, celebrating by pumping their fists out in victory at the stunt they just pulled.

Their cheers and the noise from the cars died down and was soon replaced with the loudest silence between the eight of you. Jin was the first to speak up.

“They took mine and my brother's car,” you could hear in his voice he was trying his best to not cry. It broke your heart having to listen to him try not break down. You never realised the cars held such significance that the entire situation just now hit differently. They weren’t just some random cars, they actually meant something more to him because they belonged to him. You watched as Jin stood up to walk away, but you could hear his sobs only grow louder the further he walked. Jimin followed shortly behind him, likely going to console him. Since when had the apocalypse, apart from the zombies, become so cruel?

“Not to be a bitch, but um... all our food and water were kinda… in there,” Taehyung broke the painful silence. He received a harsh push on the arm from Jungkook, who had a clearly annoyed expression on his face. Taehyung groaned, rubbing his arm, but stopped himself from retaliating back to avoid making the situation even worse.

You glanced between the boys who were all sitting in deep reflection and shock about what just happened. Nobody could believe that all their supplies were gone in just a matter of seconds. There were eight of you, how on Earth could you find enough to support you all?

"Oh!" you piped up, suddenly remembering as you slipped off your backpack, "I have some food and water in my bag,” showing them your bag you had previously stuffed with snacks and water bottles back in Seoul.

A soft smile slowly returned to their faces, “that’s good,” Namjoon said gently, “it’s a start.”

You felt someone rubbing your shoulder. You turned around to find Jungkook, looking at you with a proud smile on his face. "Good job," he whispered to you. A smile naturally appeared on your face from his praise. But you quickly turned around when you felt your face heat up, smile fading when you realise he was making you blush. Get it together Y/N, you thought.

"I wonder where they got their guns from," Yoongi mused aloud. Hoseok hummed, agreeing with him.

"They could've stolen it from a police station," Taehyung responded, "maybe even a military base."

"Guns could provide us good protection," Yoongi said in a suggestive tone as he glanced at Namjoon, looking like he was seeking his approval. Namjoon nodded, agreeing with Yoongi while pondering in deep thought. He was likely imagining the pros and cons of carrying around guns.

"Plus we could maybe prevent a situation like this happening again if we were armed like they were," Yoongi continued, frustration obvious in his voice as he angrily ran his hands through his hair.

"And protect ourselves better from zombies," Jungkook added. Yoongi sent him an approval nod.

Speaking of zombies, you were lucky you were inside a tunnel. There weren't any abandoned cars nor zombies since it was a concealed space. Though, there was still a likeliness they'd find you in here, being attracted by the previous sound of loud vehicle engines. You were safe for now, but being without wheels left you much more vulnerable.

"We'll go to the next town. The sun has already passed halfway so we need to find some shelter to spend the night. Our other goals are to find weapons and more food. We can figure out what to do after that," Namjoon announced in a serious voice. It was clear to you Namjoon was the dedicated leading figure around here.

"Sounds good," Hoseok replied. Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook nodded in response. They all silently turned their attention to you, glancing at you.

"How do you feel about that Y/N?" Namjoon asked, wanting you to have an input too.

You met his gaze with an enthusiastic smile, "let's fucking do it," you responded firmly.

Hoseok clapped his hands together eagerly with a pleased smile, "yes, that's the spirit Y/N! I'll go tell the other two," he stood up to head to where Jimin and Jin sat isolated. Jimin was rubbing Jin on the back while he sat there with a blank expression, zoned out on the ground. It was saddening to see Jin upset.

"Alright, let's make a move," Namjoon declared. You all got up and began to make the walk out of the miserable tunnel that bought you nothing but misfortune and a stronger sense of vigilance.

It felt odd to be walking along the highway when usually you would be driving in speeds as high as 80-90 kilometres. The road was practically empty, apart from a couple of dead cars that were no use to you. But no soul in sight. Not even undead ones.

According to Yoongi and Namjoon, the next town is supposed to be Suwon if you followed the highway. But for now all you could see was mountains and bush since you were in the rural areas. It was alarming to you that you didn't know when you'd find the next town. But the boys admiring how beautiful Korea's landscape was made you forget about ever being worried as soon as you emersed yourself in the scenery too. It's only when you stop to think about how beautiful nature is that you realise how peaceful rural Korea is. Anyone could fall in love with it so easily.

"So," you started the conversation between you and Jungkook who hung at the back of the group, "how do you know them?"

Jungkook smiled to himself, "we all knew each other before the apocalypse."

"Oh really?" you marvelled. You shouldn't be so surprised. Thinking back it was obvious they all shared a bond that felt stronger than plain old friends, strong enough that even you could feel it.

"Yeah, we all met through Namjoon a few years back," he reminisced, sighing to himself as all the memories came flooding back to him, "we all just clicked instantly and have hung out all together since then."

You were impressed by their friendship, considering you've had a fair run of friends that come and go. "So were you guys all together at the beginning of all of this?"

"Yeah," Jungkook recalled, thinking back to the very traumatic day, "we were eating at a restaurant, celebrating Yoongi's birthday."

You frowned, glancing at him to find him staring down at the road. "That's so sad," is all you could say to him. You were at lost for words, unsure of the right thing to say.

Jungkook nodded in agreement, "it is. We had to camp out at a nearby supermarket for weeks until we ran out of food and water. We took Jin's car to his hometown, Gwacheon, and found his older brother there. He was the one who told us about Mokpo. He turned trying to save us."

You didn't say anything as you allowed yourself to absorb all this new information. Actually, you didn't know what to say about that. All you could do was feel for Jin. Loss is never easy. Jungkook glanced at you, smiling at the serious look on your face.

"Enough about us. What about you?" he asked.

"What do you mean about me?" you replied absent-minded.

Jungkook chuckled, nudging you playfully, "I mean like what's your story? What happened to you before we met?"

A sour look appeared on your face as the only memories you had were shit ones: every single day feeling like it lasted forever, getting your hopes up when you see a helicopter only to be let down when it disappeared again, your food and water supply shrinking as the days went by. You were depressed, anxious, and alone. It was a shit time you wished to forget.

"I stayed in my apartment for a month," you told him.

"Were you with anyone?" he questioned, curiosity getting the best of him.

"No," you answered, lips pursing into a straight line, "I was all alone."

Jungkook noticed how you got quieter, realising he may have crossed a line or two. He cursed himself out in his head for stepping past your boundaries.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, making you glance at him with a baffled expression, "That you were alone, and for bringing up something you may have not wanted to share."

You blinked profusely, nearly stuttering your words out, "no it's okay, Jungkook, you're alright," you assured him as he looked at you with a guilty frown, "yes, it is a bit hard to talk about, but I feel safe talking about it with you."

A shy smile appeared on his face as he looked away. "I ran out of food just like you guys, that's why I left. I was inside a convenience store when Kang and Gihoon found me, hit me unconscious, and took me."

"So that's those bastards' names," Jungkook fumed, jaw clenching as he clicked his knuckles.

You giggled, finding his protective nature over you endearing, "And then you found me."

He glanced at you, the corner of his lips tugging into a small smile.

"You and Jimin saved my life," you continued, staring at him with grateful eyes, "thank you Jungkook."

None of you spoke as you stared at each other. You could feel the tension growing stronger between you two the more you hung around each other. Part of you liked it, but at the same time you were scared. Scared that if you were to let him into your world and if you were to lose him one day, you would never be able to recover. Romance was such a strong thing, but it was so dangerous at the same time.

"Hey!" Taehyung shouted, causing you both to quickly turn away like nothing happened between you two. Even though there wasn't physically, there was something emotionally and spiritually. You looked at Taehyung to see he was pointing at a sign in the distance. But before you could read it he yelled it out for you, "Suwon interchange up ahead!"

"That's good. Let's get off the highway before we run into someone," Namjoon advised to which everyone hummed in agreement.

"Or zombies. The lack of zombies here is extremely suspicious," Taehyung noted, kicking at rocks as he walked.

"Finally, Hobi finished most of Y/N's snacks!" Jimin groaned, exposing Hoseok who tried to explain himself but was met with complaints and criticism, mostly from an annoyed Taehyung.

(a/n: hey my cuties thank u so much for the recent love 🤗💖 hope you guys like this one xoxo thank u for the support i appreciate it a lot 💖💖

now that i’m looking back after posting i realised i ended this part rlly shit n honestly could’ve kept going but i js wanted to post something cs i hadn’t for a couple days 🙏

to be honest i did rush thru this 😭 i did not take as much time as i should’ve to perfect and be happy w the final product ✋ so i will js point out now that i could take a few days to post parts. i know nobody has complained but js wanted to say it anyways 😊 that’s all have a lovely day mwah)

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

REVOLUTION

[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]

PART TWO

RECKLESSLY I SET FIRE TO THE FUSE

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.

Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, he hates her in the beginning, slow burn.

SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.

…………………………………………………………………………………

Hyejin

How could I tell him?

Know how his temper is, he will make a reckless decision. He can't know anything about my state, after all he was the one who let me go on the last mission.

If he knows anything about my health, i don't even wanna know what he would be capable of doing.

This wasn't how i wanted things to end. No one does, but we are here for the only reason of fighting, I just wished not all of us had to.

But once he came back with Namjoon, i saw the look on his face as he looked at me. Namjoon kept scolding him for not taking his treatment when he interrupted him and asked about mine.

He was so hostile they had to put him down, but no for too long. He was the strongest.

- HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!?  THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! - he shouted with me, but then fell to his knees - i shouldn't have ever let you join me... this is all my fault...

- no, i wanted to be there with... - i tried to calm him - i..

- i don't want to be here without you...

And with that he left. No long after the alarm went out and everything was Red, i was so worried he would do something stupid.

I screamed and tried to figh the doctors, I tried so hard to go to him but they would not let me do i begged them to do something, to talk with him.

No one listen, no one cared.

But maybe, just maybe she could.

That was when Namjoon came, i didn't told him anything just that i needed to talk with y/n.

I saw her.

She didn't notice me, none of them did. I was awake the whole time while she was treating my injuries with the other woman, i saw when she was cleaning his injuries the way she looked at him, how gentle she was with him and she touched him the way he leaned into her hand.

She was in love him. And i would save him now even if it means using someone else's feelings to.

- hey....

Looking up i saw her. A confused look on her face as she looked at me, her feelings showing up on her face.

I had to make it work fast, before Jungkook do anything stupid. Not letting her finish her sentence i begged:

- please, help him.

- what? - confusion clear on her face.

- please save Jungkook, I beg you.

The look. She didn't have to say it. He already did it.

- Is he..? - before i could end my sentence she reply:

- no. - she pauses before sighting - not yet.

There is a minute of silence between us before she asks, what everyone might be wondering "why".

- by the way, why the hell did he do that?

- you will soon find out, everyone will.

She scoffed before taking her lab coat, throwing in the chair beside my bed she tooked only her card.

- I'll see what i can do.

With that she gave me one last look before exiting the room. Now i wasn't so sure she would help, but i was hoping her feelings for him were stronger then her anger for me.

I could only hope for now.

[...]

Y/n

I must be out of my mind. I must be completely insane. This are my only thoughts as i make my way to the Hybrids Unite, i wasn't going too but i couldn't just let him die like that.

I had to be fast, from what I heard on my way there he didn't seamed to be winning. He wouldn't be winning unless someone helps him.

And that is why i was going there, usually someone like me can't go inside the Hybrids Unite but, i didn't have to. Taehyung and Yoongi were the ones in patrolling today. They will help. I mean, they are on the same team right? They have to.

I gulped. What if they don't...?

As much as i try to stay positive, it is really difficult. Namjoon made clear no one would help, it seamed he wanted to but they didn't let him.

There is only one way.

I could already see them two from a far, they both stood in front of a big double door holding big weapons. Their uniforms were different from the usual ones they wear when they have to fight the aliens, they almost look like normal soldiers if it wasn't for the eyes.

- y/n! - taehyung shouted as he saw me.

- hey guys - i couldn't help but feel relief as soon as i got there in time.

- what is it? Do you need help? - yoongi said.

- you look like you've been looking for us - this time was Taehyung.

- I was - i said - i don't know how to say this...

- just shot - yoongi joked.

- we need to help Jungkook - i said, then added - please?

They looked at each other then yoongi left shaking his head a no, Taehyung came closer to me and looked apologetic, almost.

- listen... - he sighed before continuing - we all were ordered not to interfere until everything is calm, and to be honest, none of us wants to risk our lives for a reckless decision of Jungkook.

- if he wants to die so bad he might as well just go alone.

Yoongi a tone was harsh still not looking at me.

Anger broke down in me, I could understand but even so why.

- so just leave, we have work to do.

I gave Taehyung one last look before i urned back to where i came from. No one is going to help him, no one is going to save him even though he has saved us so many times. He has help everyone not thinking about himself the only decision he has ever make for himself everyone turns their back to him.

This is not fair. Is not fair how they treated him all his life just to leave him to himself the exact day he needs someone the most, and what i hate the most about this is how hopeless i am.

How weak.

I can't do anything to save the only person alive that i still felt something for.

I couldn't even walk anymore, the whole place was trembling. A clear sing he was still out there being beaten to death.

- what he did that!?

- I know how stupid!

Two soldiers went past me were talking about Jungkook. I could only hug myself and watch as they walk and laugh off him. How could they?

- what a waste i was hoping to see the new robot in action.

- what!? Is ready?!

- yeah, i was talking with one of the engineers and they told me it was the best one they've made.

- no way.

- i know, but they said how it was hard to find a mech for it so...

Their voices we're getting more more far from me so it was hard to listen to them, a new robot? So this is what they have been doing, a new robot and they simply wouldn't let no one help him.

How could they!?

How dare they!?

If only i could do something.

If only i...

I will save him Hyejin. But not for you.

And if I fail, i'll be too dead to care anyway.

[...]

I can't believe i'm doing this. And i can't believe how easy it is to not be noticed by anyone here as i make my way to the Red Unite.

Someone like Jungkook going unnoticed there is understandable but, someone like me? How unacceptable.

Suddenly i'm glad the ones protecting us are not entirely human.

As i'm getting closer to the elevator on the Red Unite, i see Namjoon from far away. He looks distressed, running his hand through his hair and walking side to side, back and forth.

I want to go there and tell him everything will be fine, i will do something but, i can't.

Because I can't guarantee that it will work.

How more pathetic can it get.

No one noticed when i enter the elevator, no one sees it when i get to the robots Unit. They are all watching him get beaten.

They are pathetic. And so am i.

Doing something so recklessly. See me and Jungkook already have one thing in common, we both would do reckless shit for the ones we love.

At least now, i have something to fight for.

So even if i die. I'll go happily.

The place where the robots stand is huge, i have to walk a dark path over a metal bridge that goes a long way, i have never been here obviously but, it feels ambiguous.

I don't even know where i'm going at this point, my feet keeps walking and it just feels right.

I don't feel fear, not anxious. I know i'm supposed to be here and is weird.

But i don't question it.

Seeing the robots this close could be terrible, but they just look dead. With no one inside them to control them is like a big robot graveyard.

I suddenly feel the need to stop. This one feels even more weirder. It is covers in a enormous white cloth. I reach forward to try take it and my breath gets caught up in my throat, this one it is the most beautiful one from all of the others.

It was so clear. The armor had a slim fit and delicate form, black and purple were her colors and the appearance of a cat almost. Delicate yet deadly.

So pretty.

I saw this before. What you must do to get inside the armor. I didn't know how to programe it, but I did turned on.

Quickly putting on the uniform, i felt naked at how light it was and how it sticks to the skin. Putting on the in earphones it was time to get in.

I hope my brain doesn't implode.

Such a big robot but small space to be in.

Once inside i had to figured it out how to connect the  armor into mine. I cursed myself for being so stupid but all it took was my ass to sit down and it did by itself.

The feeling of it i cannot explain.

It is something between pain and pleasure but fast, so fast i felt like throwing up, it was like the whole gravity were over me giving me a big hug. The pressure was so dense i felt my brain pulse.

Oh no... i'm going to die.

[...]

3rd person on

Jungkook almost lost his breath as the alien hits the armor, its strength was abnormal. Jungkook has never won against a high level alien before and never did alone, but wining was not his objective right now. Far from wining, the pain inside his head was bigger than emu physical pain the alien could put him through.

He had done enough. He had been through enough. No once he could've rested. And now he was losing the only person he had, the only one he loved in this world.

A scream from pain left his lips, loud and as painful as it could be the pain in his heart was too intense his whole body was shaking from crying and pain.

Another loud cry left his lips as the alien cut of the left arm of the armor, he could feel all of it although his arm was still in his body.

Once in the armor they become one.

And then when it was all too much, he felt his consciousness fade slowly, the pain going with it. "Am i dying?" He wondered.

His armor fell to the ground, everyone inside the Unite went quiet. He was gone.

A dark cloud closed inside the Unite around everyone, he was dead. The reality of it really hits every single one of them. Resentment in those who were afraid to do something. Even those who hated him were not happy.

Even though Hyejin who couldn't see or know what was happening knew deep down, he was gone.

The beeping sound of the flat line was a backup sound for everyone.

But,

All it took was one swish of a blade.

Not only to take the life of the alien but, everyone else's breath away.

The sight was a surprise for so many of them.

That finally taking the TI eyes from Jungkook armor, they realized the new armor has been taken and was on the system. The impossible being possible, the system was crashing due to the inability of it not being completely stable, who ever it was inside the armor could die if this wasn't fixed, who ever was inside the armor mustn't know how to turned it on correctly.

One person can't get in the armor alone. The TI had to work fast not to lose the armor. What before has been in complete silence now was in so much commotion, everyone was running side to side, engineers rushing to the armors Unit to prevent any damage on the whole system.

The new armor was fighting the High Level Alien so gracefully no one could believe their eyes, it was like seeing a big cat fighting the alien, a perfect metamorphosis and one swish of the big blade engraved in its arms was enough to cut off the whole left the arm of the Alien. Eye for an eye the panther armor took the High level alien to his knees, the armor turned its back to the alien making her way to Jungkooks armor using her smart system to check his state inside the armor.

Namjoon was still not believing his eyes, how could someone took the new armor, how where that person so good at it? It must of have been one of the hybrids in jungkooks team, could it be... Hyejin?

He kept wondering but nothing was making any sense, it seamed everyone was thinking the same too.

After she's done with checking Jungkook, in a blink of an eye she runs towards the alien aiming for its head, the new armor has been given higher speed since its form was more light looking and delicate it was much easier for it to speed up more then the armors before, the scientists and engineers used a new material for the armor finally they made it possible to fully emerge the alien skin into the metal, the blades on both arms of the panther looking armor where sharper then any other one, and stronger then any other, strong enough to cut in a half an alien if needed, and so one blow it's all it takes.

One blow it's all it takes, to make everyone shooked and wonder: "who is that?", "why would they risk their life?", "how?", "how was it possible?".

One blow, and the alien head was falling on the ground. One blow and Jungkooks eyes finally closed.

The walk back of the hero was as dark as the night sky, what for her was a victory for others was an inconvenience. Their choices were so reckless even the Headquarters of the Unite heard about it. No one was happy for it.

Once both armors retreated and where now standing inside the Unite, everyone rushed to know who was the Hunter inside the panther armor.

A few going to retreat Jungkooks body from his armor, everyone rushed to put him on a a bed and take him to the medical Unite. The others going to the panther armor to take the body of who ever was there dead or alive.

Namjoon rushed ther to help and out of curiosity, all of them having the surprise of seeing no Hunter but a simple medical doctor from the blue Unite.

Y/n was unconscious when they took her body out of the armor, Namjoons face expression was a mixture of surprise and worry.

She could be dead or die eventually. No one could understand how a no hybrid could pulled all that off, it was impossible. She wouldn't survive the beginning of the metamorphosis of the armor. No one did. Not without the special training and tests.

No one could believe it, she was alive.

[...]

The healing processes was long, even for a Hunter. Especially for y/n. A human.

Jungkooks had too many injuries, all notably intense. Blood was everywhere and it took a long time to cleaned all.

Y/n injuries were different, they were inside her. It was hard to fix her. The side effects of her actions were also being studied by scientists who were working with Namjoon. He was the one in charge of her treatment.

Often she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and punching the air, for that reason they had to restrain her on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself.

It took Jungkook two weeks to heal, he was still not fully healed but he had finally woken up.

His eyes opened slowly, getting used to the light the pain in his head was sharp and he groaned at that. Looking around taking notice of his surroundings realizing we're he was he sat on the bed immediately which made him instantly dizzy. His vision blurred and the pain on his head stroked harder. He groaned and looked in front of him only to see, she wasn't there.

Hyejin wasn't in medical room anymore. Which could only mean two things.

Namjoon who was making his way to the room to check on y/n saw Jungkook.

Entering the room he went over him. Jungkook immediately asked for her which Namjoon was hoping he wouldn't, know what he had done he was afraid the telling him the truth was going to make things worse and Namjoon didn't wanted to make y/n risk her life again.

But he had no choice. Namjoon though he would do anything but not this, he never thought Jungkook would just fall into his arms and cry.

He just cried, and for a long time Namjoon just stood there holding him. But he had to let go of him, he needed to treat y/n.

- sorry Jungkook - Namjoon started - I need to take care of y/n she's badly hurt.

Jungkook let go of Namjoon, then looked at him confused. Of course. He didn't know.

- that doctor, why? - he asked.

As Namjoon made his way to the bed on the other side he said the reason.

- she saved your life.

More confused now, he thought he must've had hurted her during his treatment. Never once thinking of the real reason why.

Not know what had happened until he was discharged from the medical care a week later, Taehyung was the one who told him about that night.

Baffled he had to see it for himself. He went to see her almost every day, waiting for her to wake up so he could ask.

Why

Why would she do that

Why would she risk her life for him

When no one would

When no one did

Not even his friends

Y/N

I was running. I couldn't stop running. It hurts. My legs could give out at any minute but, i didn't stop. I couldn't stop running. The fear I felt was nauseous, i felt sick. Something was fallowing me, I knew it was. But I couldn't look at it.

A hand held my arm suddenly and another one closed around my waist, the moment it did was the moment the pain was almost suffocating me.

Then a voice softly said in my ear: "it hurts doesn't it? You have to have in y/n.... You need to let go..."

No. No. No. Let me go, it hurts. I need to run. I need to go.

"Let go y/n"

No!

Please! It hurts so much i wanna die.

"Just let go... please let go"

I can't, i don't know how.

It held me tighter and whispered in my ear. A siren voice. It was like a beautiful melody.

"You know how... you've always known"

The moment i woke up felt like i could finally breathe, this whole time felt like being under water and now i was finally out from the ocean. And I screamed. Loud and roughly. The pain was too real, so suffocating.

My hand clenched over my heart as if the pain was still there, the tears fell off my eyes burned and blurred my vision.

I don't know how long has it been. I have no idea we're I was. Everything felt so unfamiliar to me, i sobbed loudly and hard i almost gagged with my own sobs.

It felt like a lived a real nightmare for years. The pain was so present every single night.

Why was this happening?

- Y/n!?

I heard a voice say my name, but I couldn't stop crying, it still felt so painful even though it didn't hurt anymore, I was so scared it would come back.

- ah! It hurts! Please!... kill me!

- y/n... look at me... you're back, you're with me.

- no! I can't let go! Please!

- y/n... - a hand held my chin making me turn away and in front of me was Namjoon - y/n you're safe.

Namjoon.

I'm safe.

Slowly i felt like my body was finally slowing down, the oxygen was finally getting inside my body. The pain wasn't there. I wasn't inside the armor... the armor.

And then all the memories came back in a flash.

Hyejin is dead.

The alien i killed.

Jungkook...

- Jungkook!... - I worried grabbed Namjoons arms.

- he's fine... - he said - you saved him. You did it.

Relief. I could finally feel it again. A sudden tiredness filled my body, I've here healing for god knows how long yet, I'm so tired. So, so tired. As if I've been running for so long.

- can i sleep a little? - i asked letting go of Namjoon - I'm a little tired...

- of course you can - he smiled softly at me - you are here to rest, so don't worry. I'll be here to take care of you.

[...]

Hungry. Is the first thing I think when I open my eyes, this time i didn't had any nightmares like the past days. It felt like I could finally rest. No more running.

I was back. But i wasn't alone. When i woke up in the medical room, Jungkook was there.

He was sitting on a chair beside my bed, he had his head between his hands and looked at the floor, this is weird. Why would he be here?

I must be dreaming. It must be another nightmare,  maybe he's here to kill me in my dream.

- am i dreaming?...

My voice was almost a whisper but, it was enough to catch his attention. The way he looked at me  was puzzled, a mix of different feelings. He opened and closed his mouth so many times trying to figure it out what to say he looked almost cute.

- why... do you say you're dreaming - he finally said.

- because, you're here - i simply said.

- you.. - he looked bewildered at what i said - you didn't have to save me, thank you.

- no need...

- you didn't have to, so why did you? - he asked.

- because.... - i almost said it but, should i really do it?

How could i tell him this? After what happened with Hyejin, and even before he already hated me. That won't change just because i saved him, his wonds where a lot more deeper than he shows, he has reason to hate those who made him go through all of that, i only heard about it but, the tests and training where inhumane, his feelings won't change because a reckless doctor saved him, even though I have nothing to do with what they've done to him,  it won't change just because i like him.

- just give me the fucking reason! - he suddenly exclaimed.

- because… I have feelings for you?

There was a moment of silence between us, i felt my cheeks getting warmer. Then he laughed.

Now i felt embarrassed. I knew this was como but i didn't expected to feel like this.

- please, know your place doctor - he said getting up to leave - don't talk to me about this nonsense again.

And with that he left.

To be continued.

Notes: sorry for any grammatical mistakes! ☺️💖

I don’t know… is this story a bit weird?

[venusjeon]

joglar de gèsta

you manage to escape death when your not-so-lucky family is overthrown from Aquitaine, and the only way to avenge them and restore your conquered kingdom back to power is by asking your cousin for help. but the journey to him is a dangerous one for a princess on her own, so you must travel escorted by… a jongleur.

♔ PAIRING: jongleur!taehyung x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: historical au, angst, smut

♔ WORD COUNT: ...17.3k😶

♔ WARNINGS: huge age gap, minor characters death, period-typical sexism (as... sigh, always), aNd ThEre wAs OnLy oNe Bed, mild swearing/violence/drinking, BICKERING, attempt of sexual assault, kissing, grinding, loss of virginity, quiet sex, jungkook is a horrible guy in this lol

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: butchered french history even though i made a whole lot of research to write this but let's ignore that :D

1102

There was a forest right outside BORDÈUS. You’d always gaze down at the trees that mantled most of the landscape whenever you and your ladies-in-waiting fancied a walk on the high ramparts. It was calming, somehow. A contrast from the busy city at the other side of the walls.

Your father and brothers always used to complain that it was a military disadvantage because one could scarcely see an advancing army under the green but for you, at present, it was the opposite. The rest of the soldiers who had just taken the capital city of Aquitaine were probably lurking about, ready to kill you as they had hundreds in the past hour, but the thick vegetation shielded your escape.

There was a command you’d been given that was engraved on your bones, and it was to run. So run you did.

Away from the screams of peasants who feared they’d share the same fate as those who’d fought back, and away from the kingdom that surrounded the castle you’d grown up in. The kingdom that wasn’t yours anymore.

It hadn’t held such title for long, admittedly. Aquitaine had been a duchy under the French Crown for centuries until some months ago, when your father had decided to break off from it and its, in his own words, tyrannical rule. And so he’d got himself anointed and gone from duke to king and you, from lady to princess. But furious at the offence, the King of France had sent his son to invade back the new independent kingdom and teach its people a lesson for daring to defy his God-given authority.

It was common knowledge that Prince Jungkook was a master of warfare, so the whole venture had only taken half a day, to your family’s misfortune. You’d seen from your hiding place how he’d not hesitated to run them through with his sword in the throne room, a grin on his face even when their blood splattered all over him. The image would forever plague your dreams.

He’d left afterwards, called by one of his men, and you’d taken the chance to run to your mother’s body and kneel beside it, grasping her shoulders to try to shake her awake... in vain. She was gone, as well as your father and brothers. Hurried footsteps could be heard outside, but you didn’t care if they’d find you, didn’t want to live after witnessing your family meet such a horrendous end. If you were killed too, all the better.

Except it wasn’t a French soldier that entered the room, but a servant. The most loyal of subjects, she managed to convince you that surrendering was cowardly, and that your family wouldn’t rest in peace until they and the Aquitanians were avenged. She made you swap clothes next and grabbed your hand to lead you out of the castle.

Everything had happened so fast since that it only survived in your memory in flashes. You did remember that at some point you separated, and the last thing she told you was to run and find Sir Seokjin, a knight who’d been in the service of your family for years. How many times you’d seen him train in the courtyard with your brothers and begged to be taught swordsmanship alongside them... Finding him was impossible, for he was probably also dead, but running you could do.

So it was that camouflaged between those many trees, you left Bordèus behind at full speed, not even stopping to catch your breath. If you were seen by the French and somehow recognised, Prince Jungkook himself might put you to death, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

The sun was almost set when you spotted an inn. For a second you thought it was a product of your imagination, but the wooden structure was still there after blinking a few times and rubbing your wet eyes. There, so close you smelled fresh-baked bread.

Yes, this was a risk you needed to take.

A bell announced your entrance to the few men sat on tables, too busy drinking ale or conversing to notice or care that you were standing by the door. Faced with a lack of women, it began to dawn on you there were no guards around to protect you in case of danger, no Sir Seokjin. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself in case any of the men there wanted to hurt you, and none would believe a princess had walked into an inn if you threatened to have them hanged.

“Want anything, love?” a warm female voice coming from behind brought you back from your brooding. The innkeeper’s wife, what a relief!

You nodded shyly. “Yes… I’d settle for a drop of water, but I have no coin to pay you with.”

“Oh,” the woman exhaled, compassion drawing her brows together. She likely thought you were a beggar, and none could blame her. Sweat soaked your hair and there were also twigs in it, courtesy of a rock that had made you trip and roll all over the ground. A hand on your back, she gently led you to the counter. “Well, first let’s put some food in your stomach and then we’ll talk payment. Don’t you worry about that.”

As expected, her cooking was far from the quality of court you were accustomed to, but there were more pressing matters to worry about.

“Food and drink I can give you for free this one time,” she said a while later, when you were finishing the meal she’d prepared, “but if you want to stay the night, you’ll have to sleep in the stables.” With a final swallow, you nodded, grateful all the same. By that late hour, the hall was empty save for the two of you.

Or so you’d thought because suddenly, a man appeared next to you and dropped a few gold coins on the counter. “Give her a bed, Beatris. I’ll pay for it.”

Your lips parted. Who was he and why was he helping you out? He’d heard you carried no money so, did he expect you to pay him back in… kind? If that was the case, you were ready to throw your wine cup all over him, whatever the consequences.

But it wasn’t. He just went upstairs and bafflingly enough, that was the end of it.

Beatris then showed you to a free room and once settled, the horrors of that day came to you in bits and pieces as though your heart, knowing all of them would break you, had wisely rationed what memories to give you back. You cried yourself to sleep, praying to wake up in your bedchamber the next day and for the invasion to have been a nightmare. For no one to have died.

The past had indeed not changed in the morning, but you decided the future would be different. It had to be. The sadness and grief inside you morphed into the hatred that was to move you forward, as it became clear you couldn’t afford to be emotional.

What you ought to do was find Yoongi. He was a cousin you’d not met in person since your childhood days but most importantly, the Holy Roman Emperor’s son-in-law. Not only would he grant his protection to you, but he’d wage war on France for massacring his family. It was a question of honour. And as such, he’d leave Prince Jungkook for you to kill, something you were looking quite forward to.

When you went downstairs, you met the innkeeper. He wasn’t too pleased his wife wished to serve you a free breakfast out of pity, but you assured him you’d be out of his hair shortly.

“Go up north, you say?” He looked at you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “Without any money? I doubt you’ll get far.”

He wasn’t wrong. You weren’t even wearing jewellery that could be sold, having swapped everything with your servant… The thought of her made you feel guilty, as she’d probably been killed in your stead. Her sacrifice would not be forgotten. You’d use it to cast away the temptation of giving up. “I have to try.”

“We don’t know much about northern travel routes, love,” Beatris chimed in, “but why don’t you ask Taehyung? He’s a jongleur.”

That was it! Jongleurs, minstrels, bards… However one preferred to call them, they were men of entertainment who travelled from city to city performing songs of heroic deeds. If there was one around, perhaps you could offer to be his assistant in exchange for his escort. Not the best plan, but a start nonetheless. “Taehyung?”

“The man who paid for your stay last night,” she said, glancing at the door. “I believe he still hasn’t left, but I’d hasten if I were you.”

After thanking her a thousand times for the advice and breakfast, you sprinted outside and found the man by the stable. He was sat on a boulder eating an apple, and the sunlight that filtered through the trees’ leaves above fell upon his face, making it shine like angels did in paintings. Was it a sign from God or was Taehyung just enjoying the faint warmth of spring? Whatever it was, you decided to disrupt his peaceful morning and approach him.

Blocking the light with your frame once in front of him, you opened your mouth to speak, but realised you hadn’t really planned on what to say without giving away your identity.

“Can I help you?” he asked rather unfazed, to which you involuntarily frowned. It was hard to get into the role of a commoner when, as a princess, you were used to people currying favour with you. Everyone listened carefully to whatever you said, laughed at your jokes, and lowered their gazes to show you respect.

This is fair treatment, you told yourself, so you’d better not let it strike you dumb.

“I believe you can. Are you Taehyung the jongleur?”

“Yes. And you are?”

Already, you did not like him. He spoke as though he wanted to be left alone, which complicated matters for you.

“Y/N.” Fuck’s sake. Off to a great start. Well… there were others called Y/N, it wasn’t an exclusive royal name. “Is there any chance you’re headed to Aquisgran? You might also know it by Aix-la-Chapelle, or AACHEN.”

“Why?” He continued to calmly eat his apple, and you tried to think of a believable backstory.

“I was a novice in a convent that got burned down. Our Lord took every other life in the fire, including that of my parents who’d come to visit, and left me with nothing but sorrow… The only relatives I have left reside in Aachen.”

There was no need for you to feign grief, but had your story fooled the storyteller?

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Taehyung said honestly, you could see in his eyes, and somehow found yourself blinking back tears in the short pause that followed. “Aachen is far from here. You’ll need money for the journey but if that’s what you want from me, you’ve picked the wrong man. A jongleur doesn’t earn much.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want your money, I want you to take me there.”

He scoffed. Scoffed?

“I wasn’t aware I look like a nursemaid,” he said before taking another bite. You hoped he’d choke. “Look, even if I were going to Aachen, I wouldn’t take you with me. You’d be a burden, another mouth to feed. It’s about a month’s trip on horseback and I only have mine, the creature can’t carry two people for long. Not to mention how inappropriate it would be to keep company with an unmarried young girl. No, forget it. I travel alone.”

“I’ll walk quickly beside you and the horse,” you suggested, forced to let his dismissive tone pass. “And my relatives will reward you for bringing me home safely, I give you my word.”

“That is, if they don’t slam their door in your face for leaving the habit. It’s looked down upon, you know? Don't give your word so lightly.”

“Please,” you resorted to begging, desperation overshadowing the anger Taehyung was provoking in you. “It’ll be dangerous if I’m on my own.”

There was another pause as he thought about it, in which you held your breath. But shattering your plans, he shook his head to conclude with, “I’m sorry, child. All I can do is give you directions.”

You breathed out through your nose in defeat, then nodded. “No, thank you. I’ll try my luck with the foxes…”

There was a road next to the inn you began to follow, what else could you do?

You’d just have preferred to be accompanied by a jongleur as you walked it, even if it was one as discourteous as Taehyung. At least that way you had a chance at surviving the trip. You kicked the small rocks on your path and wondered what would come first: starvation, predators, or robbers. Upon realising you carried nothing of value, the latter might take you to do as they pleased, and how were you to stop them? Sir Seokjin, wherever he was, probably regretted having taught you so little of self-defence while he lived.

An hour hadn’t yet passed when the noise of hooves clattering drew your notice. It came from behind but when you turned around, you were more surprised than grateful to see not robbers, but Taehyung. His horse reached your side and he held out his hand to help you mount it, all while avoiding your curious gaze. Evidently, his actions were flavoured with reluctance.

“Now I’ll feel guilty if anything happens to you…”

At nightfall, the two of you reached ENGOLEIME.

Spending so many hours with Taehyung had confirmed your suspicions that he wasn’t very talkative, and that actually came as a relief. Given all that had happened, you weren’t in the mood for conversation, although you did learn a few things. His age, for instance. He didn’t look it, but Taehyung was about a decade older, which explained why he annoyingly kept referring to you as a child despite your clearly having been an adult for years. It must be the age difference and not that he thought you a brat, right?

Another thing was that he didn’t remember where he was from, or which of the many languages he spoke was his mother tongue. He claimed his parents had died when he was a toddler, that he’d been fending for himself ever since, and even though you were now in a similar position, you wondered what was worse. To grow up without a family or to have it taken from you…

It was that early loss that had led Taehyung to minstrelsy. He'd followed the lead of famous jongleurs since the age of ten to end up becoming the one of the best, you bore witness that night at an inn’s tavern.

A large crowd had gathered to see him perform a song about a knight who rescued a princess from a ferocious dragon, and all were immersed in the tale. Only the melody of a lute he played himself accompanied his rhymes, such a silvery voice didn’t invite for more to adorn it. But it was the way he told the tale, as familiarly as a lifelong friend would and so compellingly, like he’d been there himself. No challenge had therefore been met in earning everyone’s captivation and at times laughter, including yours. It gave your soul a break from grieving.

His performance finished earlier than anyone would’ve liked, and that was your cue to stand up from your seat and collect the money of quite a lot of pleased costumers. It wasn’t much, them being peasants, but more than enough to pay you both dinner.  

“How does it end, then?” you asked Taehyung after dropping his bag of money on the table and sitting in front of him. By his grim face, he was definitely done with the friendly act, and back to normal.

“What does?”

“Between the princess and the knight!” Wasn’t it obvious? It was the only part of the story he hadn’t bothered to wrap up. “He saves her, then what?”

“That’s not relevant, what matters is that he’s forgiven by the king,” Taehyung explained, thanking the serving maid who brought you dinner with a nod. He didn’t so much as glance at her, and so remained ignorant to the fact that she couldn’t take her eyes off him, even as she left. Yes, despite his intimidating air, Taehyung was… not precisely ill-favoured.

You leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Well, make something up and tell me, I’m on tenterhooks!”

“Fine.” Taehyung gave in with a sigh. “She marries a prince and he grieves her love for the rest of his life.”

“That's rubbish.”

“That's realistic.”

Disbelief made your lips part. “Says the man who sings of knights who kill giants and dragons!”

“I don't write the songs, just spread them,” Taehyung justified, but when you were about to tell him he had no excuse for being so boring if he was so good at pretending otherwise, you noticed many of the people around were staring. Judging you with their gazes, it rather seemed. “They think you’re a whore.”

Your head whipped back to Taehyung and alarmed, you whispered, “What?”

“I told you it’d be inappropriate to travel together,” he said, although he was unbothered by the opinion of strangers, calmly eating his meal instead. “They think I’ve employed your services.” A short laugh escaped him out of nowhere. “I bet they regret giving their coin to me seeing as this is how I’m apparently spending it.”

It was an uncomfortable situation, so you opted to change the subject by taking hold of his lute and brushing your fingers on a few chords. The first notes of your mother’s favourite song… “I know how to play this, and other instruments. I could join you onstage. A bit of variety would make more money, don’t you think?”

Taehyung shook his head. “Most female jongleurs end up as prostitutes so if you reddened just now, imagine performing in front of an audience who does little more than sneering at you. I’ll save you the embarrassment. Besides, the music has a similar structure in most of the songs, yes, but if I forget something and improvise, we’d be out of harmony.”

“Write the lyrics down, then. I’ll do it for you if you don’t know how.”

“If I wrote things down, I wouldn’t have such a prodigious memory,” Taehyung said with his mouth full, then looked up from his food. “And I’ve known my letters probably longer than you’ve been alive, child.”

Arrogant prick. How were you to know that, when he was lowborn?

Troubadours, who were the ones up your street, were as well several steps higher in the social ladder, and so received a proper education. They mostly composed sophisticated poetry that was sometimes performed at court, where they lived, but usually read by the nobility—not to say they didn’t delight with their songs of chivalry and courtly love, for which you’d pay them generously.

Jongleurs, on the other hand, were usually illiterate and wandered through Europe orally sharing stories whose origins even they didn’t know. It shouldn’t have offended Taehyung that you’d tarred him with the same brush as his guild. He was simply insufferable.

Still, you swallowed your contempt for him along with your dinner, reminding yourself he was helping you get to Aachen. Perhaps someday you might convince him to come sing at the castle. His manners could be overlooked in favour of his talent.

“Would you ever go out of your way to perform at courts? I heard Princess Y/N, for instance, liked the kind of stories you tell.”

Using both the third person and the past tense on yourself was strange, to say the least, but news had spread about the whole of the royal family being slaughtered. No one was to suspect the reality was another.

Taehyung tilted his head to a side. “Aren’t convents supposed to be isolated from society?”

You shrugged. “I was never a good nun.”

“No, I can see,” he scoffed, although you didn’t know what he meant by it. “Unless a king orders me to, I don’t do courts, no matter how much he offers to pay me.”

You were about to ask him why when the maidservant from earlier returned to the table, making sure to lean almost invasively close to Taehyung so that he’d take notice of her as she picked up his now empty plate. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his and yours, her insolence. Must she interrupt your conversation with… her beauty? Was that all it took for her to drive a man’s attention away from you and seduce him?

It turned out not, for even though Taehyung was aware of the maid’s desire to lie with him, he still looked away and cleared his throat for her to take a hint he wasn’t interested. She left not saying a word, her expression showing she wasn’t pleased that she’d been ignored. You had to suppress a smile.

“Are you not going to spend the night with her?” you teased, proving you weren’t the demure little girl Taehyung had you for.

He raised his eyebrows as though the thought had come to you out of nowhere and not from what had just happened. “She’s not my type. Besides, I’m sleeping with you tonight.”

Drinking while he answered wasn’t a good idea, you found out the second your gasping turned into choking.

“I beg your pardon?”

Upstairs, he explained that a bed was without charge for him most of the time because it was in the interest of innkeepers to accommodate those notorious for attracting clientele, like jongleurs were. But just one bed, in just one room.

“Trust me, it’s better this way,” Taehyung told you as he unfastened his shirt. You hugged yourself and turned your gaze away, not as confident as minutes ago.

“I fail to see how.”

“The tavern downstairs is full of drunk men. If any of them decided to break into a room in search of pleasure and you were in one of your own, I couldn’t protect you.” He noticed that was a kindness you did not expect from him. “If we travel together, you’re under my protection.”

It did comfort you to know that, given you had no one else, but a part of you wondered whether he’d turn you in to the French if he found out who you really were. In that moment you chose to believe he wouldn’t.

“For that reason and the fact that you earned this bed, I would not dream to take up your space on it,” you said with a small bow of your head. Taehyung laughed.

“Alright, suit yourself. Know that you’re welcome to climb next to me when you can’t sleep on the hard floor.” He tossed a pillow over and you caught it right before it hit your face.

Nothing else was said that night, one you spent sat by the window while staring at the black sky. If things went as hoped, the next time you saw a full moon would be from your bedchamber.

By the end of the week, you were almost in PEITIEUS.

Taehyung deciding to stay for a few days in his old friend Pèire’s house had been cause for an argument—since you were already making stops at every town so he could make a living, thus prolonging the trip—but his insistence that you get some rest after seven days of walking briskly to catch up with him and the horse managed to convince you. That, and the promise of quality food.

Pèire’s wife Franceza, who was about your age, made the best pies in Aquitaine according to Taehyung, and you happened to have a sweet tooth that had been deprived of anything sugary ever since you’d left Bordèus.

What you did not have was knowledge of the kitchen, something Taehyung had trouble believing, given you were an ordinary woman. The lie that only just veiled your noble upbringing was that your duties as a novice had revolved around the thread and needle, not cooking. Franceza had been kind enough to offer teaching you but despite that being a skill you’d never be in need of, her friendship was a grace you thanked God for. With light talk and laughter, she made you forget the pain and wish you could stay for a bit longer, even if Taehyung would have to also be there...

On your third and second-to-last day in that house, he came up in the conversation you and Franceza were having while making one of her famous pies.

“Does he have a stick up his arse for any particular reason, or is that just standard in the jongleurs’ guild?”

She laughed, “I don’t know many, but I doubt it. Taehyung just... He’s seen better days.”

There was a hint of pity in her last words that piqued your curiosity. “What do you mean? From what little he’s told me, I thought his life had been one of struggle.”

“There was a time that wasn’t the case,” Franceza said before realising the kitchen’s door was open. Carefully, she closed it and led you away from it. If she feared being overheard, you gathered this must be something serious she shouldn’t be talking about, but as a lover of gossip, you couldn’t wait for it. “Years ago, shortly after Pèire and I married, Taehyung was summoned to the Holy Roman Emperor’s court. He was excited to learn from the troubadours who lived there, and dreamed of becoming one himself, but...”

“But?”

“He fell in love with a princess.” A small gasp escaped you, as the emperor only had one daughter. Your cousin’s wife. “Agnes, I think her name was? I can’t remember, but he’d write poems to her and perform them in front of the whole court. Everyone brushed it off as courtly love, no one knew it was requited and... consumed.”

“Consumed?” Franceza gave you a look that made you understand at once. “Oh... Surely not!” You hadn’t met Princess Agnes, but Yoongi claimed in his letters that she was a good wife. He praised her for being fertile and having borne him an heir barely a year into their marriage. Could it be... that Taehyung had fathered her son? The thought alone of him having an affair with a princess was past belief. Well, at least he fancied your kind.

“He wanted to elope with her,” Franceza continued, “but she refused, of course. After all, he was just a jongleur. A handsome one, but still beneath her. The king soon arranged a marriage with Prince Yoongi of Aquitaine and she dismissed Taehyung from both her bed and the court. When we next met him, he seemed a different person. Pèire says heartbreak changes men in ways women cannot understand.”

The following morning, you resumed your journey wistfully, after having to lie to Franceza by vowing to meet again. A part of you was starting to doubt there would be a coming back to Aquitaine at all.

“We won’t pass through PARIS,” Taehyung informed you as the horse that carried you both deepened into the forest. Because it had rained the previous night and the ground was all muddy, he’d easily been talked into letting you ride with him, in the same saddle. He was behind you, his chest acting as the back of a chair. “Pèire advised me not to, what with the political turmoil, and I agree.”

“Does that mean it’ll take us longer to get to Aachen?” For the first time, your complaining tone didn’t rankle Taehyung, as he knew he could’ve made a lot of money in the capital, and therefore shared your disappointment. Now, avoiding Paris was in your interest, but the cost of taking too long to muster an army to take back a kingdom could result in failure. So did your brothers use to say when debating about other wars over breakfast.

“On the contrary.”

Taehyung’s ever so short and almost uninterested replies made you remember what Franceza had told you about him. It was hard to imagine such a man writing love poems and losing himself to romance—or being pleasant to be around of, at that. There were worse tragedies that could happen to a person, like yours, and politeness was yet to leave your blood. Taehyung must be uncouth in nature, which led you to believe Princess Agnes had no taste in men.

But as you rode through that forest in silence, you came to appreciate his presence. How scary it’d be to find yourself alone there. Taehyung’s job entailed constant travel and he had only his horse to keep him company.

“Isn’t it lonely, being a jongleur?” you asked all of a sudden, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“I could ask the same about a nun. Aren’t you lonely of men?” His implication made even the root of your hair turn red, which, along with your face, you were glad he couldn’t see. What he could feel was your body stiffening, but he made no mention of it.

As any woman, you yearned for a passionate love story that might as well be related by a troubadour, but you were wise enough to set aside fantasy in the real world. Intimacy out of wedlock would never cross your mind. The loss of a peasant girl’s virtue was of little consequence, but that of a princess would make news all across Europe. News that would perhaps be spread by Taehyung, as many approached jongleurs to learn of faraway happenings. Such as the fall of Aquitaine.

“I don’t need men to live.” Taehyung laughed, to which you frowned.

“If that’s the case, then why are we travelling together? Oh, that’s right. Because I am a man.”

An impulse to push him out of the horse had to be repressed.

Although he was right, you hated to admit. You were grateful for all he’d done for you so far, and for the warmth his body provided at present, on that chilly day. That warmth tempted you to ask, “Fair play. But if a woman can’t live without a man, then a man can’t live without a woman. Aren’t you lonely of women?”

“That I turned down that maid back in Engoleime doesn’t mean I do the same with all of them.” For reasons you didn’t know, the way his breath brushed your neck gave you goosebumps.

It was cold. Yes, that was it.

“I mean settling down,” you clarified, red again. “Starting a family?”

It took him a second to answer, ease gone from his voice, “No. I don’t long for that.”

No wonder, after the woman he loved had forsaken him to have a family with another man... Yours came to mind, and how death had taken them from you like Yoongi had taken Agnes from Taehyung. Except she’d gone willingly.

“To answer your initial question,” you tried to lighten the mood, “I was lonely of men, but after so long with one like you, I think I’ve changed my mind.”

You couldn’t see, but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile.

A week later, you arrived in ORLÉANS. French territory.

Luckily, you spoke the so-called langue d’oïl, so Taehyung proposed to use it between you instead of Occitan even in private not to risk the enmity of anyone. Albeit bitterly, you agreed. Festivals to welcome spring after a harsh winter decorated every town with flowers, flags, and joy, but rage clouded over you at all times, as you were certain people added the death of your loved ones and the conquering of your hated kingdom to their celebration.

From the stage on one of Orléans’ squares, Taehyung could sense how uncomfortable you were in the crowd. He never lost you out of his sight, and you always seemed to enjoy the show. What had changed as of late?

Once finished telling a two-hour long legend about yet another knight of fair renown, he helped you collect the money of those who could afford to give it. “Is something wrong?”

“I want this trip to be over, that’s what’s wrong,” you said curtly, regretting it before the sentence was over. Taehyung wasn’t to blame for your misfortunes. “But you did well back there... I liked it.”

His nod and subsequent silence told you he knew there was something you were hiding from him and that if you hadn’t told him already, it meant you didn’t want him to know. So there was little point in asking about it.

The rest of the morning was spent within that same square enjoying the work of other entertainers, some of whom were musicians. Their folkloric tunes invited everyone to dance but you and Taehyung remained away, both preferring to observe as you ate a piece of bread some baker had generously given you for free. That is, until a small group of girls dragged you into the action.

They meant well, just to cheer up what seemed two people who’d just attended a funeral, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend to be having fun. Especially because one of the girls kept making eyes at Taehyung, and he’d smiled at her! Was she the kind he’d not turn down? Were y–

“You little devil!” an angry male voice exclaimed, and you turned around to see a man grab a boy no older than eight by the clothes. “Give it back or I’ll have you whipped!”

You approached them without hesitation and owing to the element of surprise, managed to push the man away from the child, whom you shielded with your body. Taehyung quickly followed, although he wasn’t as eager to get in trouble.

“Leave him alone, he’s just a boy!” You glared at the man, who would’ve struck you for your boldness had Taehyung not been at your side.

“A thief is what he is! He stole my bag of coins, and I’ll give him a good beating if he doesn’t return it.” The boy hid behind your skirts like a pup behind his mother, guilt all over his face.

Kneeling to be nearer to his height, you asked gently, “Is it true?” and after he’d glanced from you to the man a few times, he nodded with his eyes cast down, handing you the bag. You flung it to its owner, who caught it in the air. “There. Count them if you must.”

The man shook his head, unsatisfied. “He should be punished for stealing!”

You stood up ready to defend the boy, but Taehyung stepped forward at the same time to block your way.

“He’s our son and he’ll be punished at home, rest assured,” he lied. “We apologise for his behaviour.”

His intervention was entirely welcome, despite the fact that to have a son so grown, he was making you out to be much older than you really were. Probably on the basis of this, the man wasn’t all that convinced Taehyung was telling the truth, but he wasn’t brave enough to challenge another male adult in public—least of all one who looked as intimidating as your fake husband. So he just left.

Soon, you found yourselves in a tavern, buying the boy a meal. Giraut, he was called.

“You are aware we have to feed the horse as well?” Taehyung complained you were spending his money once food was brought to the table, even though he would’ve done the same.

Giraut had shyly explained to the two of you that since his mother was too busy working in the fields to bring him to the city festival, he had come behind her back, on his very own, and because he’d not thought to take some money with him, he’d resorted to pickpocketing it when hungry. After giving him a talk on why that was so naughty a thing to do that it could’ve earned him a flogging, he’d promised never to do it again.

“I’m not eating if it means he gets to,” you said, surprised at yourself for doing so much for a subject of the king who ordered the death of your family.

“Well, I’m not offering to share my stew with you.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to. You have the appetite of a bear.” Giraut giggled at that, and you ruffled his hair.

“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked. “You speak with an accent.”

“I...”

“Don’t be rude, she has a speech impediment,” Taehyung lied again, and you kicked him under the table. Of all things he could’ve come up with... “We’re on a pilgrimage to pray to a famous saint he heals her.”

“Beware of witches if you travel at night,” Giraut said nonchalantly as he chewed on his food. “They lurk in the forest when it’s dark.”

You didn’t know what scared you more: his words, or that he’d said them in a rhyme. Taehyung rolled his eyes at your reaction, clearly not one who believed in superstition—and surprised you seemed to. Didn’t you use to be a novice?

As soon as lunch was over, Giraut ran off home to his mother, and your trip was as well resumed.

The sun set earlier than either expected that night, something Taehyung just knew you attributed to witches. As if the growling of your stomach hadn’t been bothering him for hours on end, he’d also had to put up with your constant jumping and gasping every time the wind made the trees’ leaves swish. He damned the day he’d agreed to take you to your relatives.

“Scaredy cat, are we, Y/N?” he mocked you as he tied the horse to a tree.

“I am not! But I’m sleeping beside you tonight...”

“Fine. Just don’t think I’m possessed if you hear me snoring.”

“I’d get on the horse and never look back if that happened,” you confessed, snuggling next to him when he lay down and then covering you both with a thick blanket.

You’d grown used to Taehyung’s proximity. Sleeping on the cold, hard floors of inns was unseemly for a princess, so you’d joined him in bed before your first week with him had come to an end. That, too, would be frowned upon, but nobody need find out. Besides, there was no actual sin you’d committed to be ashamed of.

And so it was that you fell asleep next to Taehyung without the anxiety that came with fear, holding lightly onto the fabric of his sleeve as a way of assuring yourself that he wasn’t going to leave you alone in that forest.

He was indeed there when you were woken up in the middle of the night by the most terrifying sound. A far-off eerie singing. 

The light of the moon and stars allowed you to see everything around well enough, but that was the thing. There was nothing there. Shutting your eyes and clinging even more to Taehyung, you tried to convince yourself that you were imagining the singing, dreaming it. When it stopped, you sighed in relief, your heartbeat and almost panting the only sounds in the forest.

Until a twig snapped in half. And then another one, and another, and so on.

Taehyung jumped awake because of it, grabbing the dagger he usually kept under his pillow and pointing it at the dark. “Where are they?” he whispered, but you were too frightened to speak, so instead gestured with your head at what you’d spotted moving in the distance. It was the silhouette of a woman slowly advancing towards you, face hooded by her cloak.

“A w-witch,” you managed to let out when she halted before you.

“Don’t be a fool. She’s just a woman, and unarmed, by the looks of it,” he told you, yet sweat glistened on his temples when the sound of multiple arrows being drawn somewhere amongst the trees proved him wrong. “Who are you and what do you want?”

The woman didn’t move as she said in her haunted voice, “She’s right, Taehyung.” Your eyes widened from under the blanket, where you lay paralysed by fear, but he refused to react, telling himself that there must be a logical explanation for her knowing his name. “As for what we want, it lies inside your chests.”

“Our... hearts?”

“Let me guess, for a spell?” Taehyung would’ve found the whole thing ridiculous had arrows not been pointed at you both. “So, what they say is true. You are servants of the Devil.”

What was he thinking?! As a way of telling him not to anger the witches, you kicked him on the leg, but he ignored you.

“Our magic comes from nature,” the woman corrected him calmly, “and we use it to help others as white witches. That doesn’t mean some spells don’t require sacrifices.”

Learning their magic was only medicinal gave you the courage to stand up and ask, “And why must it be us? We’ve not done anything to you.”

“Because we’re the only ones they can get away with murdering,” Taehyung answered for the woman. More than ever, you missed Sir Seokjin’s presence. And sword. “As travellers, we have no home, so we won’t be missed. The question is, how do you know so much about us?”

“Hear that, sisters?” she asked, a chorus of echoing laughter following. You and Taehyung looked around once more, but the archers were well hidden. “Handsome and clever. What a pity.” She raised her hand as a signal, and you held your breath when Taehyung embraced you, using his body as a shield. It all ended not avenging your family and fighting for your kingdom, but there, with him. “Loose!”

“No!”

Time seemed to have frozen as, eyes shut, you waited for arrows to pierce your body. But they never did, and you looked up from Taehyung’s chest to find out the one who’d shouted had been none other than Giraut.

“What the hell are you doing here?” the woman voiced your thoughts, and removed her hood to reveal her anger. They looked curiously alike.

“Not them, mother, please! They’re the ones I told you about, the ones who saved me!”

Clearly pretending she was unaware of that, she turned back to face you, and you and Taehyung separated, piecing together that she’d been caught in the act. “They’re the jongleur and his wife?”

“Yes!” Giraut exclaimed, making you look away in embarrassment. Well, you preferred wife to prostitute or servant.

The woman stared at the two of you in silence for ages, trying to make up her mind on whether she should allow you to live or not, regardless of Giraut’s presence. Eventually, she said, “I suppose it would be immoral to take the hearts of those who aided my reckless son.” Immoral fell short, in Taehyung’s opinion. “You can come out, sisters!”

One by one, the group of girls whom you’d met the day before at the festival came forward from out of nowhere. Ha! You knew there was a reason you’d disliked the girl Taehyung had smiled at.

“Are we free to go?” he asked, wishing nothing more than for this episode to be over already. He’d not be so meek if he weren’t outnumbered, though, and would kill them all for trying to do the same to you.

The woman glanced at Giraut while pursing her lips. She had no choice but to let you go if she didn’t want to earn his hatred. “I don’t see why not.”

Taehyung turned to you. “Then, pack up. It’s almost sunrise, so we might as well get going now.” In your tiredness, you groaned, but went to do as he said. Better to leave than remain among murderers.

“Wait.” The woman made you stop in your tracks. She approached you, and even though Taehyung had tucked the dagger into his belt a while ago, he gripped its handle again, wary. “I can see inside your soul.” You knew of what she spoke when she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Proceed with caution, for betrayal lurks in the shadows like we do. This is my prophecy.”

She leaned back and you would’ve stayed stunned there all night had it not been for Taehyung’s rushing.

As Pèire had advised, Paris was avoided en route to Aachen, something you were more than grateful for after the incident with the witches. Death had almost claimed your life twice and as they say, third time’s a charm—in the capital, there was a greater risk you’d be recognised. Giraut’s mother’s words lingered in your mind for that very reason, making you doubt Taehyung’s loyalty. Who else could betray you, when you had no one else?

Regardless of what was to happen in the future, he’d been expressing his frustration and remorse due to what happened. More had come out of his mouth in the last few days than in all the time you’d known him.

“I should’ve at least bargained for them to spare your life,” he beat himself up again. You were in the stables of an inn near REIMS grooming his horse as he angrily ate an apple outside the stall, “not stand there like an idiot waiting for us to be killed.”

“There was nothing you could’ve said or done, I’ve told you a hundred times. Giraut was our only chance at getting out of there alive.” To think others wouldn’t be so lucky...

“You could’ve tried something too instead of cowering under my blanket like a baby.”

You stopped brushing the horse for a moment to eye him askance. “Don’t speak while eating, dear, we wouldn’t want you to choke and die.”

He scoffed, “I prefer death by apple to death by witch.”

“That much is clear to me.”

“Will you stop wasting time talking and hurry up, child? I want to get to Reims before the day ends.”

Perhaps it would be good if he betrayed you. That way you’d have a legitimate excuse to have him hanged, drawn, and quartered. “I’m almost done!” Turning your back on him, you were going to give the horse its few final brushes, but a voice you immediately knew made you freeze in your spot.

“Good day! I’m looking for Taehyung the jongleur.”

Please, don’t let it be true.

“You’ve found him,” he said before biting into the apple again.

“Prince Jungkook of France stands before you. I’ve come to require your services at court.”

Holding your breath as though that would make you invisible, you heard Taehyung bow to him after a short pause of surprise. “Your Highness does me a great honour by asking in person, but I must decline.”

The prince was taken aback. “Why? I’ll pay you handsomely. My father’s birthday approaches, and I want the best jongleur in the land to sing to him at the feast, a month from–”

Your heart was pounding so fast and hard that it felt as though a nail was being hammered into your chest, attaching your feet to the ground, preventing them from moving. The fear those witches had conjured up to possess you didn’t come close to what you felt now. 

Surely he couldn’t be there, having a conversation with Taehyung? Trying to charm him with the same smile that had played on his lips the day he put your family to death?

“Unless the king himself commands me to perform in his court,” Taehyung boldly interrupted him, “I won’t do it.”

“My command isn’t good enough?”

“Not equal to a king’s.”

Though unused to such bluntness, Prince Jungkook chuckled. The sound made you so sick that he probably sensed it, as you felt his gaze neglect Taehyung in favour of a sudden new interest that overcame him. It was time to turn around. “And who is this lovely flower? Your daughter?”

“Daughter?” Taehyung choked on his apple—which, in lighter circumstances, you would’ve made fun of. At present, you could only glare at your enemy. “She’s a travel companion. Y/N. I’m taking her to her family in the north from... Orléans.” To learn you were from the rebellious region he’d recently painted with blood was a risk that needn’t be taken. Who knew how he’d react.

“A pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady.” Prince Jungkook waited for you to curtsey, but you refused, instead daringly holding his gaze for some time until you turned away to finish grooming the horse.

“Y/N!” Taehyung scolded in a whisper you ignored.

“What an interesting pair you two are,” the prince mused, seemingly not offended, but amused. He took a deep breath to avoid a silence as he thought, then addressed Taehyung, “I will accompany you to your destination. Maybe I just need time to win you over, and after you’ve delivered your... companion, then you can come with me to court.”

Taehyung was going to deny him again, right? Prince Jungkook could not come along!

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Dread filled you whole on the way to Reims.

Given all the clues that led to your real identity, it would’ve been a miracle to not have yet been uncovered by the prince had it not been for your servant’s idea to switch clothes and die in your stead. He mentioned he was 'in disguise’ as well, although unescorted, boasting he needed no guards to protect him in case of trouble. You could attest to that, having seen him kill your entire family single-handedly.

Much to your disgust, he seemed to fancy you, and had offered to share his horse so that you wouldn’t have to walk. But Taehyung had fortunately noticed your aversion to him, which he attributed to your being Aquitanian and his having overthrown your king, and had made up that as a former cloistered nun, you didn’t feel comfortable around unacquainted men. So you rode with him instead.

“Tell me, then,” Prince Jungkook began, “where did your wanderings take you before Orléans?”

“Poitiers, Your Highness.” To hear the names of your cities in French instead of Occitan made you want to vomit.

“Ah, Aquitaine... If only I’d searched for you when I was down there, what a shame!”

Yes, well, you had been the one to find him.

“Your Highness was otherwise engaged.” Taehyung had to be mindful of his choice of words before royalty, but he found himself more intrigued by your reaction to the subject. How you looked away. He’d never have guessed you cared for politics.

Granted, you never had. When your father had announced his intention to make Aquitaine independent, you couldn’t wait, but not for honest reasons. Becoming a princess meant more prestige, more jewellery, and more attention. It was only after witnessing such slaughter that day that you understood your father’s hatred of the French, and his desire to be free of them. Now, hearing Prince Jungkook speak of the event as though it was nothing made you all the hungrier to restore your kingdom.

What annoyed you the most was that if things had been different, you’d have begged to be given in marriage to him. He was your age, handsome, charming… The one flaw he had was being a cold-blooded murderer. A flaw you’d soon share by carrying out your revenge.

“I was. There’s been unrest in the rebels’ land ever since, so I take it you’ll have gathered all sorts of opinions on the matter in your travels. What’s yours?”

It suddenly dawned on you that you’d never talked about it with Taehyung. Even when spreading the news of the taking of Bordèus, he’d appeared neutral. What if he’d been on France’s side all along?

“My opinion holds no value,” he said. “I’m just a teller of legends.”

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me,” the prince laughed. You wouldn’t look his way, but his next words did almost make you curse at him, feeling like a threat as they did despite his carefree tone. “But I hope we at least agree that in the face of treason, a lesson must be taught.”

That night you spent in the forest again. Nightmares of him smothering you in the darkness plagued your sleep until the morning, when the safety of sunlight comforted you enough to get a humble thirty minutes of rest. Then, Taehyung gently shook you awake, and you sat up beside him only to realise the two of you were alone.

“Where’s the prince?” you asked in a yawn. He couldn’t have gone far, as his horse and things were still there.

“Peeing.”

You looked around to make sure he wasn’t within earshot. “Where?”

Taehyung’s head whipped in your direction, “I didn’t take you for a pervert, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned just a bit closer to whisper, “I don’t trust him. I don’t want him to travel with us.”

“Prince or not, I won’t let him touch you, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” That was a relief, actually.

“It’s not that…”

“Then what? Oh…” He understood before you could answer. “You fear I’ll go with him and leave you?” Again, that wasn’t it, but you did look down. “That won’t happen, you may be sure of it.”

You reckoned you should thank Princess Agnes for breaking his heart and making him never want to step on a castle again.

Reims went badly.

Not that you expected it wouldn’t, knowing the goddamned Prince of France was to keep you company while Taehyung entertained the town. At least he soon understood your lack of words meant you weren’t into his flirting. But the real problem was his presence.

It didn’t help your bad mood to see them drinking and laughing together that night in the inn’s tavern. Any desire you had of confessing the truth about who you were to Taehyung was fading away as quickly as a candle flame was by a breeze. They were growing too close for your taste.

“I promise you’ll be welcome at court. Everyone longs to see you perform, the troubadours first,” Prince Jungkook slurred after taking a gulp of ale. “Though I suspect that has more to do with the fact that I threatened to banish them should they write any more tedious songs about courtly love. They need new material and only you can give it to them.”

A romance hater. Yet another reason to dislike him.

Taehyung laughed, “Surely there are others. My friend Aliénor who lives in LIÈGE, she’s a retired jongleur, Your Highness, a good one. We’ll stay in her place for a couple of days, I’m sure she’ll not refuse if you ask her to take my place.”

“Can’t be that good if I haven’t heard of her.” Prince Jungkook shook his head, not willing to even consider it. Then, his eyes lit up. “But speaking of women, I might be able to pay you differently for your service.”

For the first time since meeting him, Taehyung blushed. Shyness was rare in him, you thought, if not unprecedented. “Your Highness, I…”

“Not whores. I mean having you married into the nobility,” Prince Jungkook clarified, and your eyes opened wide like those of an owl. “Mind you, it’d be the very bottom of it, you’re a jongleur after all…”

Taehyung was about to drink, but instead put his mug down on the table. “The nobility, you say?”

That was the last straw.

You stood up abruptly, earning a confused reaction from them both. Especially when you made no effort to mask your anger while saying, “I’m going to bed.”

“Sweet dreams…” you heard the prince mutter as you strode off.

Once curled up under the sheets, tears couldn’t help but stream down your face.  

All it took the only person you thought you could count on to betray you was a profitable marriage arrangement? Not that Taehyung knew he was betraying you… but he’d vowed you were under his protection, and that he wouldn’t leave you! By befriending Prince Jungkook, you were certain his words would amount to naught if you told him the truth. And that hurt.

What if you didn’t tell him, though? What if he found out some other way? The witch had prophesied betrayal. She’d mentioned nothing of failure, however, so giving up before reaching Aachen wasn’t an option.

Not long after the tears had dried on your cheeks, you began to fall asleep, calmed by a silence that ceased when the door was opened with a hard thrust. You’d make sure to nag Taehyung the whole day of tomorrow for being a drunk brute.

Except… it wasn’t Taehyung.

You turned around on the bed to see one of the men who’d been drinking downstairs. Fear seized your heart. “You cannot be here.” He didn’t say anything, just staggered where he stood, ogling you with his mouth open like a dog. “Did you not hear me?” You tried to discreetly reach for the dagger under Taehyung’s pillow but of course, he had it on his person. “My husband will be here any second.”

“Oh, will he?”

Before you could get off the bed, he grabbed your legs to pull you close. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you managed to kick him in the nose with your heel, a defence technique Sir Seokjin had taught you but one that unfortunately gained you no time to flee, as it only made the man call you a bitch. If anything, he now seemed keener on getting his way with you, fighting through his drunkenness to get hold of your legs again, spread them, and get himself in between. “No, get off me!”

You were going to scream again when he was suddenly yanked away by his clothes. It was Taehyung and the prince, the former throwing the man on the floor to repeatedly kick him on the stomach and the latter offering his hand to help you sit up. You chose to sit up on your own, quickly fixing the chemise Franceza had given you as a gift and wiping the new tears on your face with the back of your hand.

Taehyung was still furiously beating the man up after minutes had passed, the disagreeable noise of kicks and grunts filling the room. At some point, you looked up at Prince Jungkook and said in a croaky voice, “Tell him to stop.”

He obeyed despite being a prince, but seeing as Taehyung wouldn’t listen, he separated him by force from the man, whom he then had to drag downstairs as he was in no condition to so much as stand up. You thought you could finally breathe, that the horrible experience was over.

Taehyung had other plans.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Standing up, you approached him and narrowed your swollen eyes. “What was I thinking? You think I invited him?”

“I told you once what could happen should you be alone in a room,” he wouldn’t lower his voice, enraged, “so you might as well have!”

“I said I was going to bed, and you didn’t stop me! If you were so sure of what was going to happen, this is your fault, then!”

Taehyung hoped his glaring would burn holes into your skin. He stepped forward, almost closing the distance between you. “I’m not your nursemaid, brat! You should be on your knees anyway, thanking me for running to help you!”

A brittle laugh escaped you—not that you would’ve stopped it had you known beforehand. “I’ll be damned before I kneel to the likes of you. But if you hadn’t started screaming like a madman, you would’ve received my gratitude!”

“That’d be a first!”

“How dare you!”

Prince Jungkook re-entered the room in that moment, quietly closing the door behind him. “Your screams can be heard from the street, just so you know.”

“Good. If men hear for themselves how impertinent this child is, they won’t want to come and take her.” Glaring at him, you let out an exasperated growl.

“Instead of leaving it to luck, I’ll sleep here tonight. The more of us, the less they’ll dare.” Brilliant, just what you needed. Upset as one could get, you climbed back under the sheets, Taehyung snatching the pillow he’d share with Prince Jungkook and throwing it on the floor. “She gets the bed?” You glanced him a look that scared even a king’s son. “She gets the bed.”

Hours went by but you found it impossible to calm down, mind reliving what had happened over and over. How close you’d got to being robbed of your honour… And the one to blame not just for it, but for all your hardships, lay peacefully beside Taehyung.

The moonlight allowed you to study the scene when you sat up. Getting Taehyung’s dagger from under his pillow would result in him waking up, so that was out of the question, but Prince Jungkook’s sword, left reclined against the end of the bed…

It could be done, here and now.

You crawled on the feather-stuffed mattress until getting to the sword and gripped its hilt tightly so as not to drop it and give yourself away. Carefully, you wielded it into the air. It was a heavy blade, but you told yourself you needn’t hold it for long. Besides, the trickiest part was yet to come: slowly easing your feet into the old wooden floor. You held your breath the whole time, praying your weight wouldn’t make it creak while tiptoeing to the prince for if you were caught, sleepwalking wasn’t an excuse credible enough.

Once stood over Prince Jungkook, your pulse trembled with nerves. Far from the torture-filled revenge you'd fantasied about, but it would have to do. Holding the sword with both hands, you pointed its shaky end at his chest and took a deep breath… only for your mouth to be suddenly covered, muting your whines as you were dragged out to the hallway by Taehyung, who effortlessly stole the sword from you and threw it on the bed before closing the room’s door.

“Let me back in there, you don’t understand!” you tried to get past him in vain.

“I understand you’ve lost your wits, all right!” Taehyung was fed up, one step away from killing you. Your hysteria disrupted even his sleep. “I’m starting to think you’re the one who burned down the convent.”

“He did it,” you came up with, making Taehyung frown. It was a lie, yes, but one you could weave with some threads of truth. “He ordered French soldiers to start the fire because he hates my people. I barely escaped, but everyone I’ve ever loved was taken from me because of him. I have a chance at avenging their deaths and I must take it. Let me through, I beg.” Swallowing your pride from earlier, you fell to your knees and grasped at Taehyung’s, wetting his trousers with your tears. In a way, you’d spoken from your heart.

Taehyung wondered for a second why you didn’t tell him before, but he wasn’t exactly the sort of man who inspired people to vent their sorrows to him. He had enough with his own.

He helped you up and cupped your cheeks to make you look into his deep, brown eyes. With a gentle tone, he whispered, “Listen to me, you can’t kill a prince. Least of all in a guesthouse where we both signed our names on our way in. Do you see?”

The register had completely slipped your memory. You nodded in embarrassment.

“Good. Now let’s go back to sleep. I’ll think of a way to get rid of him when I’m sober.” Taehyung’s warm hands left your face to be run through his tired one. “One that doesn’t involve murder.”

Again, you nodded. It was unknown to you why, but his voice had soothed you enough to put an end to your crying almost immediately. Maybe that was why you hugged him without a second thought, burying your face in his chest in search of more comfort. It took Taehyung a second to react, but he did by softly caressing your head and then your back.

Afterwards, you followed him back inside. He placed Prince Jungkook’s sword at the end of the bed you’d just got in and copied you, embracing your torso from behind.

“What are y–”

“I’m not taking any more chances. Be grateful I don’t have a rope to tie you down with,” he whispered, to which you sighed. His hand found yours in the darkness, and you decided that for this once, his touch didn’t have to nauseate you.  

The next morning found you in a strange mood.

Inside you brewed regret, relief, disappointment, comfort, wrath, butterflies… and you didn’t know what to make of it. The only certain thing was your massive headache—and that the room was empty, so you got dressed and walked out in a hurry not to miss breakfast, bumping into Taehyung in the hallway.

“Oh.”

“Morning,” he greeted, looking you up and down. “I hope you’ve not scheduled any assassination attempts for today too.”

Didn’t it tire him? Not being funny?

“About that… I wanted to apologise for last night. I wasn’t in my right mind.”

To say the least. Your biggest mistake being getting caught. Now, Taehyung knew you wished Prince Jungkook dead, and there was nothing holding him back from warning him, if he hadn’t already. He hated you, so why wouldn’t he have?

“I understand it must have been upsetting to see me fraternise with the man who’s caused you so much pain.”

Surprised, you shook your head. “He’s done nothing of the sort to you, I have no right to get mad because you respond to his favour as any man would.”

“I accepted his offer,” Taehyung informed you, and something sank inside your chest. “I told him he could patiently wait in his castle ‘til I returned from Aachen so you’d be free of him but after that man last night, he wants to make sure no harm comes to us.”

“How chivalrous.” You rolled your eyes. “You should write a song about him.”

“It’s less than a week to Aachen if we don’t linger in the festivities. Then, you will never have to see him again.”

“Or you…”

He did it without thinking. One moment he was gazing into your eyes, and the next his lips were drawn to yours like those of a thirsty man to a fountain. You were stunned beyond measure, but that didn’t stop you from kissing him back, mirroring the movements of his tongue as it swirled around yours, willing to take your breath away.

Taehyung’s hands made their way to your waist to pull you as close as your colliding bodies would allow him, and you slowly melted into the ardent kiss you’d always dreamed of. A kiss that was broken along with the spell you were under way too soon, when someone cleared his throat.

Prince Jungkook, of course, standing by the staircase with raised eyebrows. “The horses are ready…”

It was three days before you got to Liège and in that time, shame kept Taehyung from interacting with you any more than was necessary.

He truly didn’t know why he’d done what he had. Sure, he’d grown… tolerant to your presence in the past month, but when had that shifted into attraction?

And as if he didn’t have enough with that mystery, the prince had caught him twice in compromising situations. The first time had been upon waking up that morning, when suddenly, Taehyung wasn’t on the floor next to him but on the bed, cuddling you. The second… the kiss.

“So that’s why she hasn’t fallen victim to my charm, because she’s fallen to yours!” he chuckled while you alleviated yourself somewhere in the woods. To him, it was hilarious. “You should’ve told me she was spoken for. I wouldn’t have flirted with her, then.”

“She isn’t, Your Highness.” That’s all he had time to say before your return.

You entered Aliénor’s house quite reluctantly.

She was a beautiful woman of Taehyung’s age whom you at once knew was more than a friend to him, or at least had been. It wasn’t that she flirted with him brazenly like the serving maid from Engoleime, neither subtly like the witch from Orléans. No, she instead behaved like a wife would, looking at and speaking to him with love. To any man, she’d feel like home.

Taehyung had told you he lay with women, but you’d never stopped to consider he’d loved any besides Princess Agnes. Fool.

“All these years and you never told me you had a daughter,” Aliénor had joked when you were introduced, not at all making things more awkward. She was just calling Taehyung old, alright, but you couldn’t laugh when your alleged father had sucked on your lip but days before.

“You, too?” he’d sighed, nowhere close the same annoyance you were used to provoking in him. “What, I sired her at the age of ten?”

Two days you were to spend there before parting for Aachen, which was a day away, and they seemed to be unending.

Taehyung wouldn’t speak to you, for reasons known only to him, yet he was most talkative to both Aliénor and Prince Jungkook, planning the performance for the king’s birthday. Not just that, he’d also asked her to treat the prevailing wounds on his knuckles from when he’d beat up the man who’d tried to assault you. When you’d offered countless of times! His behaviour was both confusing and infuriating.

At last came the final day there and dinner was, for you, a series of personal attacks.

The Aquitanian conflict was first discussed—with Prince Jungkook and Aliénor siding against your disloyal family—followed by the heart-warming story of how she and Taehyung met and wandered together for years, and finishing with the subject of marriage.

Prince Jungkook mentioned the king’s council had proposed a betrothal to you once upon a time, which was shocking enough, but even more so the fact that he’d preferred to kill you than wed you. War to love… Aliénor, for her part, had been given by her father to a man twice her age who’d recently died, much to her happiness. Now she was free to heed to love, as she’d put it while staring at Taehyung.

That did stir some thoughts.

Princess Y/N was dead to the world and would remain so until you met Yoongi, so there were no rules you had to abide by any more than a peasant. Why shouldn’t you pursue love? You had no father who opposed the man of your choosing, no responsibility to ensure your heirs had a noble pedigree. Aliénor may be free, but you were frozen in time. Chroniclers wouldn’t record your life between Bordèus and Aachen.

There was just the tiny matter of why it was Taehyung whom you suddenly felt the urge to sacrifice everything for, when you despised him. Well, not despise, but… it wasn’t that you didn’t not unlike him. At all.

That was good enough for you to knock on his door late that night.

As you entered without being given leave, a shirtless Taehyung looked you up and down from the bed, where he lay with one hand above his head. “What are you doing here?”

You shyly fiddled with your fingers, in the absence of a ring. “I’ve got used to sleeping beside you, so now I can’t sleep if you’re apart.”

It had felt strange for him too to sleep in different chambers, but he was reluctant to let you in his bed. Something told him it was a bad idea. Still, he nodded.

As usual, you snuggled up next to him, but this time the silence became suffocating within seconds, and so you blurted, “When are we going to talk about the kiss?”

Even though Taehyung had known it was coming, the question still distressed him. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, he was unable to meet yours as he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take advantage of your vulnerability, I just didn’t think before I acted.”

“I never believed that was your intent.” You frowned. Was that it? Had he been ignoring you out of shame? “I… liked it, Taehyung.”

There was not an expression on his face you could read, no reaction, even when your trembling hand reached over and softly felt his chest. Judging by his heartbeat, Taehyung was sick with anxiety, which you wondered how he managed to hide so well. To try to calm him you caressed his naked skin, finding in turn that the action did the opposite to you.

The number of times you’d been so close to him, where one was able to feel the other’s breath, yet it was only after having tasted his lips that you were overcome by lust at his proximity. At merely gracing him.

Tracing a path downwards with your fingertips, you reached the blanket that rested on his lower abdomen and uncovered him to throw a leg over it and straddle him. That did finally get him to turn his head to you, a spell binding your gazes. With his wide eyes, Taehyung was asking what the hell you were doing, but with yours, you were answering you didn’t know at all, that you were timidly letting your body decide in your stead, based on instinct.

No lessons had yet been given to you in the act of lovemaking, but you needed none when your core came to contact with Taehyung’s manhood over your clothes. Waves of pleasure washed over you the moment you started grinding on it, and he seemed to be having a similar experience given his restrained, low grunts and hardening erection. The faster you moved your hips against it, the better it felt.

Taehyung wasted no time in getting rid of your chemise, exposing your breasts to grope them like he’d been wanting to for years. Such was the hunger they aroused in him that he gently pulled from your arm so that you’d bend over and his lips could meet them, tongue circling your nipples and sucking on them hard enough to make you moan louder than you should’ve.

Bodies pressed together, he kissed you fervently to muffle your moans, amused at the thought of their sound once he was inside you. He craved for it so much that his cock was beginning to hurt, despite your nonstop humping.

He forced himself to break the kiss to quickly take his trousers off, something you helped him do. It was dark, but you saw clearly how Taehyung’s cock sprang up, and how he jerked it as he ogled your body with half-lidded eyes. Not sure what to do, you only watched, mouth watering with desire, and he chuckled lowly at that, your lack of experience making him caress your cheek. You found yourself blushing, even more so when his fingers travelled to your lips, and he inserted them in your mouth to wet them.

Soaked with your saliva, he took them to your clit and started rubbing it painfully slowly, driving you insane. A curse did escape you, however, when he took advantage of when you’d closed your eyes to bury two fingers inside you. It didn’t hurt, you were just startled at the sudden, intense pleasure. Knowing exactly what he’d done, he smirked, the bastard. But you’d take every mockery if it meant he’d not stop rubbing that sweet spot.

The feeling almost drove you to tears, especially because you were focused on not letting every pant that left your lungs become loud moans. A part of Taehyung hoped you would, as he delighted in seeing you dazed and enjoying his touch so.

He was done being patient, sat up to let you know he wanted to change positions, be on top. You lay down and readily spread your legs for him, but gripped the sheets anyway while he stroked himself again with the juices of your arousal, dreading the pain to come. Taehyung noticed and to soothe you, sank his elbows on the bed to give you a chaste kiss that lasted longer than he’d planned. Having his lips over yours just felt… right.

“You won’t want me to stop once I begin,” he whispered in your ear to then nuzzle at your neck. Taking his word for it, your hands left the sheets and went to his cheeks to guide his mouth to yours again. So wet and warm, his tongue had you melting under him, now excited to submit to the heat and feel his throbbing cock. How could he have such an effect on you?

He slid in faster than you’d anticipated and so the sensation was welcomed with a gasp, but one of startlement and pleasure rather than pain. One that drove you to wrap your legs around Taehyung’s torso as he thrust and thrust his thighs hard against the back of yours, indifferent to the fact that anyone might hear what the two of you were doing.

To be honest, it turned you on even more. That if Aliénor had any feelings for Taehyung, he was pounding the life out of you under her very roof, within earshot of her.

And that Prince Jungkook believed you dead, yet you felt more alive than ever.

“You’re so tight, fuck…” Taehyung pretty much growled into your open mouth, wet lips gliding on your bottom one with each word, before he decided to bite into it so harshly that he almost drew blood. “You’ll make me come too soon.”

“Taehyung, make me come, please…” you panted, bucking your hips against his thrusts to feel him even deeper, hands pushing his ass closer as well.

Taehyung cursed to himself, basking in how desperate you were getting. If you’d asked him to, he’d have spent all night pleasuring you in any and every way he could think of, but your command had been another. When had your wishes, he asked himself, become orders he was eager to obey?

He got hold of your wrists and pinned them over your head, met with no objections. Only because he’d stopped moving were you going to protest, but in seconds you were glad you didn’t, as a loud moan would’ve no doubt interjected your sentence. Such was the zeal Taehyung was now fucking you with. It wasn’t long until your walls began to clench around his cock, a flame running from your core through your entire body, consuming it with an intensity that brought the stars to your vision. His own release followed after a few more thrusts, the final one earning another gasp from you, since you didn’t expect his seed to spurt shooting out of him like that, and to be so warm.

The two of you stayed still for a while, just catching your breaths as though it was the only thing you had any strength for. Truthfully… it was.

Your eyes had been closed ever since reaching your high and it seemed so had Taehyung’s, since they opened mere seconds after yours did, like he’d been woken up from the same dream. It was right then that he realised he was still holding your wrists in place, so he let go of your them and removed himself from on top of you altogether to collapse on the other side of the bed.

Having lain with a man out of wedlock should drown you in shame, but somehow you could only smile, no space for concerns in the cloud of bliss you were surrounded by.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you went to caress Taehyung’s chest again. You didn’t mind it was coated with a layer of sweat, just wanted to continue to feel close to him. But when you leaned forward to kiss him, he turned his head away. Actually, he seemed rather bothered.

“Did I not do it right?” You hated yourself for allowing your voice to break, even if it was what made Taehyung look at you.

“You were perfect,” he said, taking hold of your hand on his chest to kiss it. But before you could ask what was wrong then, he beat you to it, “I’m going to take some air.”

And just like that, he left you there, wondering what on earth you’d done to upset him.

He’d not come back by the time you woke up in the morning, just as you feared he wouldn’t.

Sitting up, you rubbed your face to rid it off sleep, but also out of stress. This sort of drama was the very last thing you needed and your heart was doing little to avoid being affected by it, by Taehyung’s actions. It was so pathetic you were becoming ashamed of yourself, but you did need to know what had gone wrong—if possible, before the end of your journey. So downstairs you rushed, set on resolving this right now.

It was in the kitchen where you found Taehyung, having breakfast with Aliénor. Prince Jungkook wasn’t there, probably still asleep as it was early. You didn’t care. What you cared about was that Taehyung had barely noticed you come in. Last night you’d been under the impression that nothing else but you existed to him, but today, the food on his plate was apparently more interesting.

To be fair, it had always been like that… but then why had he kissed you? Was it just that he’d spent too long without a woman’s warmth? That, now his lust was sated, he need not even look your way?

“Taehyung, may we speak? Alone.” Your tone made it clear it wasn’t a question. Aliénor was about to protest, as it was her kitchen you were kicking her out of, but Taehyung gave her a reassuring nod after which she obediently went upstairs. You remained stood, the silence in the room keeping you in place, yet he still couldn’t deign to look up. “We didn’t really talk last night. About that.”

“No, we didn’t.”

You sighed heavily. He wasn’t going to make it easy, was he? “Will you just tell me what your problem with me is?” He finally met your gaze only to frown. Unbelievable. “You’ve been an ass to me ever since the first time we talked and out of nowhere, you kiss me. Then you ignore me, then you lie with me, then you ignore me again. What am I to make of it?”

Taehyung obviously didn’t want to have this conversation, or be in such mess. He only said, “You’re the one who came to me last night.”

Crossing your arms with a scoff, you accused with overflowing sarcasm, “So that was your plan? To lure me into being the seducer so that it would be my doing? Bit twisted.”

“Just forget about it, child,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up, walking past to leave, but you grabbed his hand in time to stop him. Once more, he avoided your eyes, given how close you’d got—his senses still burned from the taste and feel of you.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please...”

Heart on your sleeve, or rather, on your frail voice, Taehyung felt compelled to answer, “What’s wrong is you were supposed to be under my protection. I was supposed to keep you safe, and yet I’ve made a whore out of you.” Your hand left his. “I will deliver you to your family tarnished, dishonoured.”

Anger began to replace your shock. “A whore? You think I’d give myself to a man I don’t… hold dear?”

“Didn’t you just say I’ve always been an ass to you?”

“You have and still are, but… I’ve come to the realisation that I don’t hate you all the time.” Taehyung laughed, and who could blame him? To tell him you didn’t hate him wasn’t enough. You took a deep breath. “I do feel safe with you, I did last night. But I don’t want you to keep your temper in check every time we talk, I want us to be at peace, for there to be no more quarrels.” You looked down. “For you to treat me like you treat Aliénor.”

“None of this matters, Y/N,” Taehyung said after a moment of processing. “We’ll part once we get to Aachen.”

“We don’t have to.”

“What, you want us to wed?”

“I’d not be allowed, but we might find a way to still be together, I might.” If Princess Agnes had kept him in her court, so could you. The question was whether he’d be willing to suffer a secret love affair again… Not to mention you were taking for granted that he loved you. If he didn’t, all of this was meaningless.

For the time being, he was staring at you as though you were mad. “You live in a world of fantasy.”

How could he be so hypocritical? After meaning to elope with a princess while being a jongleur! The words escaped your mouth before you thought them through, “I should be the one saying that.”

Taehyung cocked his head to a side. “Why?”

To your relief, the door opened right then, and you were almost glad Aliénor had come back so soon, before you were forced to make up some excuse. Except she wasn’t alone.

“Here she is, Your Highness–”

Prince Jungkook’s gaze fixed on you from the second he walked in, something different in it you couldn’t put your finger on. “Thank you, Aliénor, you may wait outside. And don’t be alarmed by the guards, they will not harm you.”

“Guards?” Taehyung stepped forward, you backwards in dismay when he walked in.

No…

Sir Seokjin.

“Seize her.”

“What?” Taehyung stood as a shield in front of you to protect you from an approaching Sir Seokjin, who in response drew his sword and pointed it at his throat.

Aliénor, still there, gasped. “Please, Your Highness, don’t!”

“Step aside, my friend,” the prince ordered. “You don’t want to protect an enemy of the French Crown.”

Taehyung wouldn’t move. “What are you talking about?” He turned his head around, but you couldn’t speak, the witch’s prophecy on a loop in your mind. Sir Seokjin was the betrayal lurking in the shadows? The same Sir Seokjin whom you’d known all your life? Who’d been sworn to your father, the king?

“Yes, I had assumed she’s been keeping from you that she’s Lady Y/N of Aquitaine,” Prince Jungkook said with a smug smile, taking pleasure in the shock on Taehyung’s face. The latter was going to say that it was impossible, but being noble-born would explain much of your behaviour. If only you’d deny it… but you kept quiet, eyes bright with tears. Now, you were the cowardly one who couldn’t face him. “See, I thought I’d killed her along with her treacherous family, but I met Sir Seokjin in town this morning and he told me I didn’t because I was travelling with her.”

“The king ordered me to fetch the prince back to court,” Sir Seokjin told Taehyung, his sword still raised at him. “I found him in Reims and have been following the lot of you since, waiting for him to be alone so I could tell him Lady Y/N was still alive, that he must’ve killed a fake.”

Seeing as he had no other choice, Taehyung stepped aside for Sir Seokjin to coldly hold you by your upper arm, like you were some criminal. Whatever he’d been promised in exchange for deceiving your brothers better be worth it. Prince Jungkook walked up to you but your eyes diverted to Aliénor, who’d gingerly hurried to Taehyung’s side to lock hands with him. On all fronts were you betrayed, it seemed.

“What was your plan, huh? To ask your cousin Lord Yoongi to take back Aquitaine?” The fact that he kept referring to your family with noble and not royal titles made your blood boil. Taehyung, for his part, felt a lump in his throat at the mention of Yoongi’s name, the man who married his first love. “As naïve as your father.”

He laughed when the tears finally streamed down your face. There was just nothing you could do. You’d lost.

“Let’s go, we leave for Paris at once,” Prince Jungkook said to Sir Seokjin, who nodded and pushed you towards the door. You had some seconds before he reached you to push you again, out of the kitchen, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take one last look of Taehyung’s face, daring not to see what expression painted it.

Instead, you just whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“This is more than you deserve,” Prince Jungkook said as he manhandled you into a bedchamber. “I’d have gone for a cell, but father said my future wife mustn’t be humiliated. At least, not in public.”

You had just got to Paris, an exact week after leaving Liège. An exact month after last seeing your family alive.

News had already spread through the kingdom like wildfire not only of your capture, but of your forced betrothal to Prince Jungkook. The king believed that marrying you into French royalty would put an end to the unrest in Aquitaine, prevent any uprisings. He’d allow for the reverted duchy to be yours but as your husband, the prince would own everything you did. In other words, all was for the sake of appearances.

“You’re abominable, sick to the soul. I’ll jump off this tower before I’m made your wife!”

A smirk tugged at Prince Jungkook’s lips. He walked closer, but you stood your ground. “Nothing would please me more, trust me, but I’ll have your lover strangled if you do.” Your heart missed a beat. “Oh, yes, I know. I heard.” He held your chin while staring at your lips. “Pity, had you not known whom I was, I bet it wouldn’t have taken long until you willingly spread your legs to me as well.”

The slap you gave him with all your strength erased the smirk off his mouth.

“Be grateful we won’t be married until we ascertain you’re not carrying a peasant’s bastard,” he said in a deep voice, glaring at you. “Hell begins for you the moment you can breed me heirs.”

“And what will our children think of their father when they find out he murdered their mother’s family? That he keeps her a prisoner with a wedding ring instead of chains? You think they’ll be proud?”

No remorse haunted Prince Jungkook. “They’ll learn from it not to show mercy to their enemies.”

Around a week earlier, Taehyung had arrived in Aachen.

He’d decided to finish the trip anyway to sing at the last of the spring festivals in the Holy Roman Empire’s capital, where he had pledged never to step in again many years ago. He would’ve honoured that pledge had it not been because he didn’t want anything to happen to you on the way there. Fat lot of good he’d been at preventing that.

First with the witches, then with that man in Reims, and at last with the prince. On his defence, it wasn’t as though a jongleur could’ve done anything to stop him from taking you. Besides, the house was surrounded by soldiers, he wasn’t even sure he’d get into that much trouble for anyone. Least of all, you.

You, who’d been lying to him all this time. You, who talked of love yet kept such a secret from him.

But at the same time… you wanted to find a way to be together even when you went back to being a princess. You were willing to risk your reputation for him, and he’d paid back that sacrifice by letting you be captured, be pulled apart from him.

‘I should be the one saying that,’ your words resounded in Taehyung’s head. So you knew. Franceza must have told you—who else? And despite it you wanted to make things work with him, just as he had tried back then with Princess Agnes.

Both of you felt something for the other that went beyond attraction and although neither knew exactly what, you’d been the one brave enough to want to find out. Taehyung had done the opposite, shielding his heart from that which once broke it. What if he’d done wrong?

After performing at one of Aachen’s squares, he collected the money of his audience as he always would before employing your assistance. This time, however, he was given a handful of gold coins from a certain someone he hadn’t spotted from the stage.

“Prince Yoongi,” he blurted out, eyes wide. He had hoped never to encounter him again.

They’d met before, when your cousin was courting Princess Agnes years back. Rumours of Taehyung’s involvement with her were whispered at court and had reached his ears, but he never paid heed to them, instead becoming an admirer of the jongleur’s work. He actually wished he hadn’t left right before his wedding, and had become a troubadour as his dream was known to be.

“It’s been a while!” Prince Yoongi embraced his stiff body with a grin. “You’re still singing about knights killing magical creatures, though? I’d add to the repertoire if I were you."

When he pulled back, Taehyung forced a faint smile, all his bafflement would allow him. He lied, “I’ll consider it, Your Highness.”

Prince Yoongi nodded, then led him away from the crowd, looking about to make sure he wasn’t being listened to. “I’ve heard the maddest rumour regarding you and my cousin.” For a second, Taehyung feared it was that he’d slept with you. “They say you were escorting her to me when she was captured by the French prince. She’s to marry him, now.”

It didn’t shock Taehyung when he’d first heard days before, but the news had still riled him up. “It’s true, only she kept her identity a secret, even from me.”

“Clever,” Prince Yoongi mused. “They say, too, that you’re to sing a song at the French king’s birthday feast.”

“I’m not so sure I’ll go…”

The prince put his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I must beg that you do, for it is how I plan to rescue Y/N. And while I’m at it, take France.”

The two weeks you’d been in Paris, you’d spent locked in your bedchamber, accompanied by the ladies-in-waiting the king had chosen for you. It was his birthday today, not that you cared you weren’t allowed to attend the feast in his honour.

To no avail, your time had been wasted by trying to come up with a way to escape the castle. Even if you did, soldiers would find you now that it was common knowledge that you were alive.

You sighed, looking out the window you were sat next to. The landscape wasn’t near as beautiful as the one back home, but it was better than the inside of that bedchamber, infested with spies who kept attempting to make conversation despite knowing you refused to utter a word to them. A month of putting up with Taehyung’s complaints over your slow pace had taught you to tune out unwanted noises, so thanks to that, the moment wasn’t ruined when you discerned an approaching army in the distance waving the Holy Roman Empire’s banners. You bit your lip to suppress a smile.

Although, it wasn’t long until your ladies became aware of the imminent battle. The sound of screaming, fighting, and dying down in the city and then inside the castle could not be tuned out by anyone, even you. Appalling memories of the day Bordèus was taken intruded into your thoughts but you casted them away, telling yourself that this time, your side would win.

Hours later, shouts of victory were heard, but from whom?! You wanted to look out the window, but your ladies physically forbade you from nearing it in case arrows found their way through its glass. Fair, though inconvenient. Pacing around the bedchamber they would allow, so you did that to try to calm your nerves, but it didn’t work. Too much was at stake.

Footsteps were then heard outside, and the first person that came to mind was the servant who’d swapped places with you. The second, the one who’d killed her. But when the door was kicked open, it was another who emerged drenched in blood.

Yoongi.

“Two months you haven’t written to me for, cousin!” he joked, doing a terrible job at acting outraged. “I’ve come to personally scold you.”

With a chuckle of relief, you ran to his arms.

“We’ve won?”

“We’ve won.”

On the way downstairs, he explained how he’d managed it.

Taehyung’s performance at the feast had been the perfect distraction, an event half of the kingdom’s nobility had attended—and all the castle guards. Even they wanted to hear the most famous jongleur in the land sing, the irresponsible idiots. Yoongi had expected at least a bit of resistance before his surprise attack, but the fortress that was French court had been taken with ease due to the neglect of their posts.

He also told you what the aftermath of this would be. Yoongi meant to crown himself king of Aquitaine and Princess Agnes, his queen. He was the last surviving male heir of your house, so you were fine with that, as it was never your intention to become a monarch yourself. You’d enjoy the title of princess again, the one your father had bestowed on you.

As for the domain of France, Yoongi would give it to his father-in-law, who had always kept an eye on it, on the condition that he respect Aquitaine’s independence. The king had been killed alongside the traitor Sir Seokjin but more importantly, Prince Jungkook captured alive. Two soldiers were holding him down on his knees when Yoongi led you into the throne room.

“He must die,” he told you on the way to him, loud enough to make the words reach his ears, “I thought you’d want to be the one to do the job, after all he’s done to you.”

The nobles were nowhere to be seen, had fled before the fight began, but you wish they hadn’t so they could witness how you looked down at their overthrown, seized prince with disdain. The purple of bruises mixed with the red of blood on his face, as though a painter had spilled his paint all over him. To see him glaring at you like that, sulking over his defeat, gave you immense satisfaction. So much so, that tears of joy threatened to fill your eyes.

Yoongi was about to hand you his sword, but you shook your head.

“I won’t kill him today.” You leaned down close to Prince Jungkook, so that he had nowhere else to look at but your eyes. “I’ll make sure you pay for the murder of my family. You’ll come to regret it dearly, I promise you that.” Humiliation and shame kept him from responding as they had kept you the day you’d been found out. “We’re taking him home with us, lock him in a cell for now.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” both soldiers said in unison, then dragged Prince Jungkook out of the throne room. Your gaze followed him until someone else caught it.

Taehyung.

You’d assumed he’d left already not to meet you but there he stood by the entrance, mirroring your speechlessness. He’d never seen you in fancy clothes and gold jewellery, dressed as a princess. He thought you looked beautiful.

Yoongi right away realised his presence was needed anywhere else but in that room. “I’ll leave you two alone, shall I?”

Taehyung didn’t approach you until the big doors closed behind him. He looked the same as always, but so much was different now…

“You came for me.”

“A coincidence,” Taehyung swore. “I had the performance scheduled already, remember, Your Highness?”

You were tempted to roll your eyes, but smiled instead. “Don’t call me that... I’m Y/N to you.”

“Y/N,” he repeated faintly with a nod. An awkward silence then fell upon the room, neither knowing how to break it. After what seemed an eternity but was likely two seconds, you supposed you ought to.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t think I could trust anybody with the truth, I was scared.”

“I understand,” Taehyung said, then huffed out a laugh. “I reckon you wanted to tell me in more than one occasion to receive treatment worthy of a king’s daughter.”

“In a way, I appreciated your honesty.” You pouted before glancing down a couple of times. “Taehyung, does this mean you’ll come to Aquitaine with us? To be with me?”

“Us. You, Prince Yoongi, and Princess Agnes…” The way he pronounced her name told you he still grieved her love, like the knight from the made-up ending of the story he’d sung that first night in Engoleime. He’d been talking about himself. “I cannot, Y/N.”

You’d figured he’d say that, but you weren’t going to give up so easily. “As a woman, my virtue is the most valuable thing I have. I gave it to you knowing I’d be shamed for it because I am highborn and you are not, because we’re not married or even would be allowed to be, because it is a sin to give in to lust, because my future husband couldn’t trust the heirs I’d give him would be truly his… I did it because I love you. I know now.”

“You just listed all the reasons why it cannot be between us.” Taehyung smiled wistfully. “I lied to you once. I do long to settle down with a woman I love, but I don’t want to do it in shame.”

The realisation that he’d already made up his mind struck you. It didn’t matter that you loved him and were willing to risk it all for it, he wanted something you could never give him.

Even though Taehyung couldn’t replace your family, he’d managed to fill the void they’d left behind. It wasn’t something you’d expected might happen, but fate worked in strange ways, especially when it made you fall in love with him. Now that you’d achieved victory by avenging your loved ones’ deaths, you just hadn’t stopped to consider it might turn on you and empty that void again. It was cruel.

“I’m sure Aliénor will make an excellent wife to settle down with,” you muttered rather pathetically.

“Aliénor?” Taehyung frowned. She’d made her feelings for him obvious to everyone, yes, but why were you under the impression he reciprocated them? "She’s not the one I love.”

You nodded with your head down, holding back tears. Taehyung could tell you didn’t believe him, so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you as softly as he knew how, intending for his love to linger on your lips afterwards. Maybe that way you’d believe him. Although you couldn’t think at all at present, lost in the feel of him. Taehyung must deal with magic to be able to banish sadness from your pounding heart so.

“At least, promise me I’ll see you again,” you begged in a whisper when he reluctantly pulled back.

“I promise, Y/N.”

“If you come to Aquitaine, you’ll always have a bed in my castle… But just one, in just one chamber. Mine.”

⇢ drabble: nightmares